Master Jin just snorted lightly, and didn't return the salute, and sneered: "What words did you write?" ”

Yang Qiuchi looked at the content he had filled in on the corpse grid, there was no problem, and he asked suspiciously, "......What does Master Jin mean?" ”

Master Jin folded the fan and knocked on the form: "You read it, what did you write?" ”

Yang Qiuchi looked at it carefully again, and said softly: "Blood-like fluid is ...... retained."

"Hahaha...... Master Jin laughed, "Is that how the blood sample is written?" Who taught you? ”

Yang Qiuchi was stunned: "Why isn't it like this......" suddenly remembered something, he is now in the Ming Dynasty, the people of the Ming Dynasty use traditional characters, and the "like" character he wrote is simplified Chinese, no wonder they don't know it, this thing is not easy to explain. The traditional Chinese character for "like" should be "樣", but there are too many strokes, Yang Qiuchi can't remember it at all, what to do, so he had to smile embarrassedly: "Please master, how to write such a word?" This Master Jin was also refreshed, and he took a pen and wrote a traditional character on a piece of paper. Yang Qiuchi wrote according to the gourd drawing, and then continued to fill in the corpse grid, and when he encountered traditional Chinese characters, he asked Master Jin, and with the help of Master Jin, he finally filled in Bai Xiaomei's corpse grid and handed it to Master Jin for a look.

Master Jin took the corpse with a sneer and watched, at first his face was full of disdain, the more he looked at it, the more dignified he became, and when he saw the end, not only did he not smile, but he was surprised, after reading it, he took a closer look at Yang Qiuchi: "Little brother, have you ever been a bad man before?" ”

Yang Qiuchi shook his head.

Master Jin looked at the corpse again, and Song Zhixian on the side saw Master Jin's appearance and asked, "Sir, what's wrong?" Write, is it not written correctly? ”

Master Jin handed the corpse to Song Zhixian: "My lord, please take a look!" After a pause, he praised sincerely, "This little work is not simple!" ”

Song Zhixian was full of suspicions, took the corpse, and Master Jin pointed to the top and said, "My lord, please look here." Song Zhixian looked at it and saw that it read: "The deceased's face was bruised, his pupils were dilated, his conjunctiva was highly congested, there were traces of blood flow outside his nasal cavity, there was blood-like fluid in his mouth, there were three epidermal peels off below and on both sides of the Adam's apple in the neck, and the hyoid bone and thyroid cartilage fractures could be felt by touch." ”

Song Zhixian gasped, it was written so accurately, some words had never even been heard, but at a glance, he knew what he was saying, compared to the previous autopsy situations that were as vague as poetry and prose, I don't know how many times more accurate and comprehensive.

Master Jin pointed to one place again and said, "My lord, please look here again." ”

Song Zhixian looked at it with admiration on his face, and saw that it read: "There are two light red epidermal abrasions between the deceased's cleavage, and there is a ring-shaped tooth mark around the right*, accompanied by subcutaneous hemorrhage." There was an epidermal abrasion mark two inches from the inner left thigh. Seeing this, he couldn't help but praise: "Yang Chenzuo, your corpse is very well written!" ”

Song Zhixian then looked down, but he couldn't understand the line of "*There is a fresh wound at seven o'clock,...... and asked: "Yang Yanzuo, this sentence of '* at seven o'clock' is not very understandable to the official, can you explain it." ”

Yang Qiuchi went up to take a look, and this sentence reads: "There is a fresh wound at *seven o'clock, the tear extends from the free edge to the base, and the wound has a bloody scab, and the small*, large* mucosal tissue is congested and edema." He grinned and said, "What's so hard about this!" Seven o'clock is the ......" suddenly remembered that there were no clocks in ancient times, and naturally he didn't know what these seven points meant, so he gestured a circle with his finger and explained: "* At seven o'clock when the deceased was lying on his back, there was a crack in the lower left corner of *. ”

Song Zhixian and Master Jin glanced at each other and nodded. Yang Qiuchi was a little embarrassed and said, "I'd better change it to a popular saying." Song Zhixian nodded again and handed the corpse to Yang Qiuchi.

After Yang Qiuchi picked up the pen and corrected it, he said, "I'm going to check the corpse on the ground now." ”

Song Zhixian waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, I, let me ask you, how do you know about the autopsy, why are you so familiar with it?" ”

Yang Qiuchi thought to himself, I have studied forensic medicine at my medical university for so many years, and I have worked for several years, and there are hundreds of autopsies alone, what is this, can I not be familiar with it? If you can autopsy and write an examination report, then it is called professional, which can't tell them, so I said: "I took it for granted, is it right?" ”

Song Zhixian smiled: "Yes, yes! Very good, I, I've never seen such a fine, wonderful corpse. He turned his head and asked Master Jin, "Isn't it?" Mr. ”

Master Jin nodded again and again, and said sincerely: "Yes, I have been a famous master for more than ten years, and I have accompanied many county masters and countless people to examine corpses, to be honest, I have never seen such a well-written corpse." The little brother is good at this, and the contemptible people are blind! With that, he arched his hand to Yang Qiuchi.

Hearing that the two of them didn't have the mouth to praise themselves, Yang Qiuchi was a little embarrassed, and said a few words of humility, then turned around and came to Bai Sumei's corpse on the ground, squatted down and carefully observed the pinch marks on the corpse's neck, the shape of this pinch mark is very similar to the one on Bai Xiaomei's neck, it is likely that it was carried out by the same person, and was about to untie Bai Sumei's dress to check, when he suddenly heard Song Zhixian's low voice say: "Love, how is the situation?" Yes, are there any clues to solve the case? ”

The reason why Song Zhixian asked this question is because Yang Qiuchi's corpse grid is written so accurately, if the case is solved, it will of course be the icing on the cake, but if the case cannot be solved, there is no room for prevarication, and this accurate corpse grid has become a tight spell on his neck. Song Zhixian didn't have any idea about how to solve this case, looking at Master Jin like that, I'm afraid he didn't have any idea, Song Zhixian thought of his boss's disdainful gaze at him, and felt more and more nervous, and finally couldn't help but open his mouth to ask Yang Qiuchi if it was possible to solve the case.

Yang Qiuchi lowered his head and pondered, the crime was only three or four hours ago, if the scene was well protected, the murderer's smell should still remain, if there were police dogs, you could try police dog tracking. did not ask Song Zhixian to ask a question, but instead asked Yin De: "Young Master Yin, who found out first?" ”

Yin De wiped his tears, choked up and said, "It's me, I came home from a banquet at Long Gongzi's house at noon, and when I opened the door and looked, I found that they had already ...... Woowoo woo ......"

"And who else has been there?"

"I shouted at the door, and the people ran over, and everyone panicked when they saw this situation, and they rescued them for a long time, only to find out, and found that the two people were already out of gas, woo woo woo ......"

From this point of view, there should be a lot of people entering the scene, the smell is messed up, even if there are police dogs, I am afraid they will not be able to track it, Yang Qiuchi was a little frustrated.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a ......dog barking in the distance, the bark was getting closer and closer, the black shadow flickered, and a small dog jumped into the door and ran to Yang Qiuchi's side.

Yang Qiuchi looked down and saw that this puppy was the little black dog who was driven away by the house slave just now, and he was immediately overjoyed: "Little black!" You're back! How did you know I was here? You are really smart! Squatting down and stroking the back of the little black dog, the little black dog whimpered happily a few times, and wagged its tail affectionately around Yang Qiuchi.

At this moment, urgent footsteps and commotion were heard outside the door. Several house slaves chased into the room with wooden sticks, and when they saw the little black dog, they stepped forward to beat it.

"Stop! What do you do? Yang Qiuchi shouted in front of the little black dog.

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