Chapter 8: The Second Uncle's Calculation (1)

Compared with the previous autopsy, Shen Yunli found no new findings on the corpse, and it can be determined that Miss Tan was stabbed to death by a knife. Shen Yunjiao put his gaze on Tan Ruohan's bloody face, in addition to the wild dog's paw prints and tooth marks, there were also some neat wounds.

Shen Yunjiao was slightly distracted, and in order to confirm the guess in his heart, he took it out of the small cloth bag he was carrying, and carefully observed a delicate crystal convex lens.

"Doctor Duan, take a look, in addition to the marks of wild dog bites on the deceased's face, there are also wounds cut by sharp weapons, does it mean that the murderer cut a lot of knives on the deceased's face after committing the murder before being eaten by wild dogs?" Shen Yunjiao said, handing the convex lens in his hand to Duan Qi.

Duan Qi was curious about what this was, and when he heard that there was a new discovery, he took the convex lens and carefully identified it in the same way as Shen Yunjiao.

"It's really a sharp weapon injury, I thought it was a wild dog laceration before, you guess it's right, don't say it, this gadget is really useful" Duan Qi said and looked at the gadget in his hand, and felt very surprised.

Wen Yue and Shen Yunli heard that there was a new discovery, so they walked in quickly and listened to Duan Qi explain it in detail.

"After the murderer assassinated Tan Ruohan, he scratched his face, can it be understood that he was venting his anger?" Wen Yue looked at Shen Yunjiao and asked

Shen Yunjiao replied: "Venting anger is the first situation, and there is also a possibility that you don't want people to recognize the identity of the deceased, but the folk girl prefers that the murderer is to vent her anger. ”

"The subordinates also think so, the deceased has no less money on him, and there is no trace of being violated after being checked by Wen Po, it should be a vendetta." Duan Qi added.

Although he knew that the murderer hated Tan Ruohan, there was still no progress in the case, and he agreed with the county order to meet at the county office the next day, and the brother and sister rushed home.

On the way back, Shen Yunjiao wrapped Shen Yunli's coat and fell asleep on his brother's back.

……

The head of Shenjia Village.

The grandmother of the Shen family sat under the big tree at the head of the village, holding the soles of her shoes, her eyes looked at it from time to time, and when the expectant figure appeared, she hurried to meet it.

Seeing Shen Yunli behind him, Shen Yunjiao who was asleep wrapped in his clothes, the Shen family's grandmother's eyes were full of tenderness, she lowered her voice, and said with a little displeasure: "You said that you, with Sugar Baby, don't know if you come back early, what if Sugar Treasure catches a cold?" ”

Shen Yunli was used to Grandma's several faces switching freely, so he smiled and said beggingly: "Yes, Grandma, grandson will pay attention next time."

For Shen Yunli's grandson, the Shen family's grandmother naturally likes it very much, but the position in her heart is still higher than Shen Yunjiao.

Along the way, the Shen family's grandmother's eyes kept falling on the little granddaughter's face, and her eyes were gentle and dripping.

When she got home, the grandmother of the Shen family didn't fake the hands of others, she had to look at Shen Yunjiao in person, which made Zhou Wenhui on the side very resentful, that was her baby girl! She's her own!

Under the eaves, Shen Qinghe, the second eldest member of the Shen family, was dressed in a cyan short, round face, big eyes, thick lips, and knitting a fish basket with a sad expression, and his eyes fell on Zhou Wenhui several times.

Zhang's knocking melon seeds, very unaccustomed to the eccentric appearance of her mother-in-law, her eldest grandson in the second room does not care for her, and favors a money-losing goods.

'Phew', spit out the melon seed skin in his mouth, stretched out his hand and patted Shen Qinghe, and said with a warning in his eyebrows: "Shen Laoer, what I mentioned to you before, you must tell your mother later, my son can't have a murderer's aunt."

When Shen Qinghe heard this, his face became even more entangled, how could he not know this truth, but how to say it?

"Did you hear that?" Seeing her husband's reaction, Zhang pushed Shen Qinghe viciously and said.

"Hmm," Shen Qinghe replied angrily.