When carrying the corpse, the sack was still not separated from the corpse, but as soon as the catchers lifted it, they noticed that something was wrong, it was too heavy!

No wonder a few men said that it took a lot of effort to take it off, and the catchers separated the sack from the curled up female corpse, only to find that the sack also contained several large stones.

The corpse was sunk at the bottom of the river, but I am afraid that the source of the corpse can be determined, and the corpse did not rush over from the side, but should be thrown down near here.

When throwing the corpse, probably no one expected that there would be a corpse hidden at the bottom of the Beisu River, and the surrounding environmental evidence may have been destroyed, but Pian Zheng still gave a specific explanation to Xiao Zhutou, and searched along the river for any objects that were impacted away by the river.

Since there was a murder case, he couldn't accompany Jiang Nu to have fun, so he simply said goodbye, and returned to Yizhuang with the corpse catcher.

A few people hurried the road, and their feet were fast, and they returned to Yizhuang after a while.

Although the corpse mortis is being relieved, the body that is currently curled up is lying on the wooden platform of Yizhuang, with his hands still raised above his head, and his wide eyes seem to be staring directly at the person in front of him, a picture of a dead resentment.

A few little catchers looked at the straight hair, but they didn't dare to leave, and stood in the windward outlet, blowing cold.

Feng Yin took a pen and paper and smiled: "You guys go, I will write the autopsy record for you, there will be no omissions, and I won't tell Xiao Zhutou this." Go and hide and get rid of the smell on your hands. ”

The little catchers turned white, quickly lowered their heads and sniffed, frowned, thanked them and turned around and ran.

"Thirteen." When Feng Yin came back, he called Thirteen to Yizhuang to run errands, "Lock the door, and then go burn the pot of charcoal." ”

When the kiteer came out of the narrow room with plain cloth gloves on, the catchers were already empty, and the charcoal that should be burned was also placed, and he waited next to the corpse in the lobby, raising his eyebrows and smiling at her: "How is it?" ”

Is it possible to wait for her to praise him?

Pian Zheng glanced at him, threw the kneaded deodorant pill into the charcoal basin, and then beckoned to Thirteen, who was squatting on the side, and said, "Thirteen, you come to help me." ”

Thirteen looked up to look at Feng Yin, an eye knife made him feel cold, he swallowed his saliva, and shrunk his neck: "You...... You'd better let the master help you......"

"He's going to record for me, and he's not available." Pian Zheng didn't wait for Feng Yin to reply, and raised his eyebrows: "Why is a manly man so twisted?" ”

Thirteen crossed his waist and stood up: "Who said that!" ”

Pity Zheng looked at him: "If it's not me, can I still be a ghost?" ”

Thirteen was choked and speechless, and stood there dumbfounded.

She demonstrated with her hands, and then motioned to look at Thirteen: "The zombie has not been relieved, and I can't take off her clothes, so help me move her joints." ”

Thirteen didn't understand: "This dress has been blistered, can't it be cut directly?" ”

"No way!" Pian Zheng shook his head categorically, his eyes were firm: "There are no other specific clues at present, there may be information and traces on the clothes, and the clothes cannot be damaged." ”

"But I'm a man." Although he is young at the age of thirteen, he also knows the truth that men and women do not kiss.

Pian Zheng twisted her eyebrows and stared at him: "The body is innocent, and the heart is not crooked, and the eyes are not squinted, we are looking for her murderer to kill him, is it possible to achieve it because men and women are not kissed to injustice a human life?" If you are so pedantic and don't know how to be flexible, you won't need it. ”

Thirteen hesitated and looked at Feng Yin at a loss, and Feng Yin nodded shallowly, and Thirteen did so.

After the two people kept moving the joints of the corpse, and after the large joints of the deceased's whole body were destroyed, the corpse showed a natural physical state.

After taking off the deceased's robe, only the close-fitting clothes and pants were left on her body, and she suddenly stopped her movements and said, "The clothes on the deceased's body are all intact, the stitches and buttons are intact, but there is one thing that is very strange. ”

"There were yellow mud marks on her dirty pants, and her trouser legs were curled up."

The kite carefully took off the deceased's profane trousers, and plucked a few yellow leaves from the inner lining of the trousers.

Feng Yin's pen did not stop, recording her suspicions one by one.

The clothes on the outside had all been checked, and the deceased was naked, and the scars on his body were visible.

"The deceased's daughter, head east and foot west." He opened his mandible, looked at the deceased's teeth, and made a preliminary judgment on the deceased's age.

"About 20 years old, with broken forehead and lips, no loose teeth, bruising on the left cheek, and marks covering the mouth at both ends."

"There are blood stains under the nose, there are marks of hard pinching on both sides of the neck and purple-red rough marks from the banding, there are injuries on both hands and feet that have been restrained and resisted by people, there is yellow mud in the nails, it is obvious that there was a struggle before death."

Thirteen was puzzled and said, "How can you tell that it was a cloth band?" Not a rope? ”

Lian Zheng took a towel and twisted it, and said: "The cloth belt is soft and wrinkled, and there is a clear difference between the wound caused by this fold and the wound made of the rough rope, but the actual wound is half a finger wide and has more folds, so it is impossible to determine what kind of cloth it is for the time being." ”

"There are no bubbles in the mouth and nose, the nails are bruised, there are scratches and breaks, there is no feeling of distension when pressing the abdomen, there are stretch marks in the abdomen, she has given birth. There is no overflow of lips, not drowning, but throwing the body into the water after death. ”

Lian Zheng went to look at the corpse's eyelids again: "There is blood on the eyelids, and it can be preliminarily concluded that it was suffocation and death, and the mucosa of the lips is damaged and the teeth are not loose, so it is not suffocated by covering the mouth." ”

Looking at the deceased's back: "There are multiple scratches and abrasions on the back, and there is sludge in the wounds, indicating that he was outside when he forcibly undressed." ”

He walked between the legs of the deceased and leaned down to check: "There is an old round scar at the base of the thigh, the deceased's will * no bleeding, the hymen is old and ruptured, but there are some lacerations on the perineum, there are signs and injuries from being repeatedly *. ”

She got up, there were basically only so many clues on the surface of the corpse, and the next step was to dissect the corpse.

Fortunately, Feng Yin has already found a reason for the catchers to take it away, otherwise it would not be possible to dissect the corpse so quickly, although it is easier to identify the torture suffered by the deceased before his death, but in ancient times, the autopsy is still not so easy to accept.

She took the autopsy knife from the wooden box and slashed open the body of the deceased.

Thirteen's face turned pale and he looked away.

He carefully dissected the deceased's progress, separating the musculature layer by layer, and then looked at Feng Yin, who watched her movements without changing his face, and took the rice paper again, and recorded the text of her autopsy from the beginning.

"The deceased had a hemorrhagic reaction to his deep muscles, a fractured hyoid bone, and a mechanical suffocation caused by strangulation of the neck, although there were traces of strangulation by strips of cloth or something, but he should have been strangled to death in the end."

After finishing speaking, he stopped what he was doing, walked towards Feng Yin, and carefully looked at the words he had filled in.

Although he may not understand what she said, he still writes eight or nine times.

She took his pen, made a circle on the 'chicken blood', drew a cross again, and changed it to "mechanical" with a smile.

Feng Yin saw that he had made a mistake, and raised his eyebrows and asked her, "What do you mean?" ”

"Original meaning." Lian Zheng didn't reply to him, but returned to the autopsy table and continued the autopsy: "The deceased has a fractured sternum, he was severely beaten before his death, the murderer may have a perverted psychology, judging from the bleeding reaction in the neck, he has been strangled with a cloth strip many times, and ......"

She straightened up, and there was a little more white milk on the fingertips of the plain cloth gloves on her hands......

Feng Yinqing's face turned blue, and his eyes stared at her like murder.