Luo Chengzuo happened to be in the yamen, and when he heard that she was going to see the corpse, he asked, "I heard that the deceased was a homeless?" ”

"Yes, his name is on the roster of the camp of the Zenyin Temple." Hua Jingyao said.

Luo Qian was thoughtful and did not speak.

Hua Jingyao asked, "Is there anything new to Luo Chengzuo?" ”

"It's not a new discovery, it was found during the autopsy yesterday, this person ...... Miss Hua, come with me, I'll show you. Luo Yanzuo said and entered the morgue, Hua Jingyao followed closely, Xiao Ai mustered up the courage, but still didn't dare to follow up, so he had to stand outside and circle around.

It was a harsh winter, and the corpse was easy to store, so Luo Chengzuo lifted the corpse cloth and revealed the corpse below.

Hua Jingyao had only seen the deceased on the portrait, and the portrait was not painted by Ye Xing, but by the painter of Shuntianfu, only six or seven points similar, if it weren't for the little monk's deep impression of him, I'm afraid it would be difficult to recognize.

Luo Yanzuo picked up the deceased's right hand, pointed to the cocoon on it and said: "Look at the position of this cocoon, it should be written and grinded, if this person is a homeless person, he should also be a scholar." And here......"

As he spoke, Luo was about to untie the robe from the deceased. The deceased's clothes were originally tattered, and the robes on his body were simply sewn by Luo Chengzuo with coarse cloth by his mother-in-law, which could only be used to disembody the deceased, and there were many such robes in the morgue, which were temporarily worn by the deceased.

"Luo Chengzuo, what are you going to do?" Shi Jia, who came in with him, hurriedly stopped him.

Luo was stunned, his face was hot, he almost forgot that Miss Hua was still a little girl.

He hurriedly said: "It's my negligence, Miss Hua don't be surprised, in fact, I said that Miss Hua can know, but you don't have to see it with your own eyes." ”

Hua Jingyao smiled and said, "It's okay. ”

Luo Yanzuo continued: "Although the body of this deceased is dirty and smelly, I have scrubbed a few places with clean water, but it is white and delicate. ”

Hua Jingyao's heart moved, and said: "His hometown registered in the private sector is Chaigoubao, and his page says that he can burn charcoal, but the government-run charcoal factory in Chaigoubao only uses prisoners, and because of the water at home, he came to the capital." That is, he was a charcoal burner. ”

Luo Chengzuo happened to be in the yamen, and when he heard that she was going to see the corpse, he asked, "I heard that the deceased was a homeless?" ”

"Yes, his name is on the roster of the camp of the Zenyin Temple." Hua Jingyao said.

Luo Qian was thoughtful and did not speak.

Hua Jingyao asked, "Is there anything new to Luo Chengzuo?" ”

"It's not a new discovery, it was found during the autopsy yesterday, this person ...... Miss Hua, come with me, I'll show you. Luo Yanzuo said and entered the morgue, Hua Jingyao followed closely, Xiao Ai mustered up the courage, but still didn't dare to follow up, so he had to stand outside and circle around.

It was a harsh winter, and the corpse was easy to store, so Luo Chengzuo lifted the corpse cloth and revealed the corpse below.

Hua Jingyao had only seen the deceased on the portrait, and the portrait was not painted by Ye Xing, but by the painter of Shuntianfu, only six or seven points similar, if it weren't for the little monk's deep impression of him, I'm afraid it would be difficult to recognize.

Luo Yanzuo picked up the deceased's right hand, pointed to the cocoon on it and said: "Look at the position of this cocoon, it should be written and grinded, if this person is a homeless person, he should also be a scholar." And here......"

As he spoke, Luo was about to untie the robe from the deceased. The deceased's clothes were originally tattered, and the robes on his body were simply sewn by Luo Chengzuo with coarse cloth by his mother-in-law, which could only be used to disembody the deceased, and there were many such robes in the morgue, which were temporarily worn by the deceased.

"Luo Chengzuo, what are you going to do?" Shi Jia, who came in with him, hurriedly stopped him.

Luo was stunned, his face was hot, he almost forgot that Miss Hua was still a little girl.

He hurriedly said: "It's my negligence, Miss Hua don't be surprised, in fact, I said that Miss Hua can know, but you don't have to see it with your own eyes." ”

Hua Jingyao smiled and said, "It's okay. ”

Luo Yanzuo continued: "Although the body of this deceased is dirty and smelly, I have scrubbed a few places with clean water, but it is white and delicate. ”

Hua Jingyao's heart moved, and said: "His hometown registered in the private sector is Chaigoubao, and his page says that he can burn charcoal, but the government-run charcoal factory in Chaigoubao only uses prisoners, and because of the water at home, he came to the capital." That is, he was a charcoal burner. ”

Luo Chengzuo happened to be in the yamen, and when he heard that she was going to see the corpse, he asked, "I heard that the deceased was a homeless?" ”

"Yes, his name is on the roster of the camp of the Zenyin Temple." Hua Jingyao said.

Luo Qian was thoughtful and did not speak.

Hua Jingyao asked, "Is there anything new to Luo Chengzuo?" ”

"It's not a new discovery, it was found during the autopsy yesterday, this person ...... Miss Hua, come with me, I'll show you. Luo Yanzuo said and entered the morgue, Hua Jingyao followed closely, Xiao Ai mustered up the courage, but still didn't dare to follow up, so he had to stand outside and circle around.

It was a harsh winter, and the corpse was easy to store, so Luo Chengzuo lifted the corpse cloth and revealed the corpse below.

Hua Jingyao had only seen the deceased on the portrait, and the portrait was not painted by Ye Xing, but by the painter of Shuntianfu, only six or seven points similar, if it weren't for the little monk's deep impression of him, I'm afraid it would be difficult to recognize.

Luo Yanzuo picked up the deceased's right hand, pointed to the cocoon on it and said: "Look at the position of this cocoon, it should be written and grinded, if this person is a homeless person, he should also be a scholar." And here......"

As he spoke, Luo was about to untie the robe from the deceased. The deceased's clothes were originally tattered, and the robes on his body were simply sewn by Luo Chengzuo with coarse cloth by his mother-in-law, which could only be used to disembody the deceased, and there were many such robes in the morgue, which were temporarily worn by the deceased.

"Luo Chengzuo, what are you going to do?" Shi Jia, who came in with him, hurriedly stopped him.

Luo was stunned, his face was hot, he almost forgot that Miss Hua was still a little girl.

He hurriedly said: "It's my negligence, Miss Hua don't be surprised, in fact, I said that Miss Hua can know, but you don't have to see it with your own eyes." ”

Hua Jingyao smiled and said, "It's okay. ”

Luo Yanzuo continued: "Although the body of this deceased is dirty and smelly, I have scrubbed a few places with clean water, but it is white and delicate. ”

Hua Jingyao's heart moved, and said: "His hometown registered in the private sector is Chaigoubao, and his page says that he can burn charcoal, but the government-run charcoal factory in Chaigoubao only uses prisoners, and because of the water at home, he came to the capital." That is, he was a charcoal burner. ”

Hua Jingyao's heart moved, and said: "His hometown registered in the private sector is Chaigoubao, and his page says that he can burn charcoal, but the government-run charcoal factory in Chaigoubao only uses prisoners, and because of the water at home, he came to the capital." That is, he was a charcoal burner. ”