When Pian Zheng and Thirteen arrived, Feng Yin had already spent half a pillar of incense in the dark prison.

Before he could enter the dark prison, a pungent musty smell soured his nose.

She twisted her eyebrows, and before she could get closer, she saw that someone had come out of the shadows, and when she looked closely, it was Wei Fengyin.

He stood in the shadows, silent. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder, "You trust me?" ”

He couldn't see his face clearly, but felt that his hands were cold.

She nodded, "Letter." ”

Feng Yin's hand suddenly let go, the pair of fierce eyes gradually faded, his voice was very soft, but the words were beautiful: "Ouyang Shuo is dead." ”

Ouyang Shuo is dead?

Pity Zheng's heart jumped, but he suppressed his doubts.

"Give me the key to the dungeon." Feng Yin stretched out his hand towards Xiao Beigu.

Xiao Beigu took the key from his waist and handed it over with both hands, "The one with the most rust." ”

"Hmm." Feng Yin nodded, and then said, "You come in with me." ”

Feng Yin held the key tightly, he didn't let Mu Qinghe or Xiao Beigu in, only pulled the pianzheng into the door, and then summoned Thirteen to get the plain cloth gloves, lamps and burnt charcoal basins that he needed to use on weekdays, and then sent them in alone.

There are not many prisoners in the dark prison, and there are dozens of big prisons, and Ouyang Shuo is locked in the innermost position.

She followed him, and as she walked, she suddenly bumped into his back, and her forehead hurt, and even the tip of her nose was pressed.

In the empty and dimly lit dungeon, only his muffled laughter could be heard, which was light and shallow, but it was good.

As soon as her hand was hot, he shook her hand from in front of him.

In the musty dungeon, she couldn't see the road in front of her, but after getting used to it, she gradually saw his white and plain robe, which was as bright as the moonlight, burning her eyes.

"Here we are."

He looked out into the dungeon on the left, and there was only a little dim light from the skylight on the dead grass, and only a huddled figure.

It was Ouyang Shuo, who was already dead.

She then asked him, "When did you die?" ”

"Just now."

He reached out to pull the door, but was stopped by his hand.

The jade hands are plain white and handsome, but they look good.

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Feng Yin protected her behind him, but he took the key in his arms to open it, looking at her embarrassed expression, there was still a smile hidden in her eyes, and continued: "Okay." ”

He opened the lock, the patina stained his fingertips, and he didn't care that the door was dirty, so he pushed it open and led her in.

Pian Zheng didn't rush in, stopped behind him, and his heart sank.

"You were the only one with him at the time?"

Feng Yin turned around, stared at her for a while, and nodded, "Yes." ”

Pity Zheng originally wanted to test him, but it can be seen that he acted like this, and instead of doubting him, it is better to ask him directly.

"You're not here to track down the killer?" She asked.

"How do you guess?" Feng Yin looked at the pitiful kite, and the expression of the pitiful kiteer was not inappropriate, and a pair of eyes were clear.

"If he died a normal death, why did you stop the people outside?"

Lian Zheng slowly lifted his cuffs, and his voice was faint: "I'm afraid that he will die a bad death, so you let me come to test." ”

She didn't ask him why he came, she didn't ask what was going on in the cell, she told him her speculation.

Feng Yin looked at her condescendingly, his eyes were a little soft, "Zheng, don't you doubt me?" ”

"If you want to kill him, you don't have to dirty your hands."

He looked up at him, wrinkled his little nose, and took a step inside.

She believed in him.

Feng Yin hooked his lips and smiled, his heart was happy, and suddenly he stepped forward and grabbed her waist, took her into his arms, and looked down at her: "I need you to do something for me." ”

"At the end of the day, don't do anything." The pity's eyebrows were upside down, and he bowed his head and made a gesture to step on him.

Feng Yin smiled, let go of his hands and raised them, and took two steps back, "Don't check it out, this water is too deep, don't interfere." ”

Pian Zheng stared at him, he didn't dodge or dodge, she was defeated, but she didn't directly agree.

"Master."

Thirteen had the foresight this time, and did not enter the prison door directly, but spoke out first, and listened to the wind, so he moved the lamp, plain cloth gloves, and charcoal basin one by one.

The light was bright, and it wasn't very bright in the dark prison, but it was much better than that.

He crouched down and took a closer look at the corpse's condition by the light.

Ouyang Shuo curled up, his expression before he died still frozen on his face.

His eyes were wide open, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were blue, his black stubble was piercing his chin, saliva was flowing from the ends of his mouth, his mouth was oval, his fingers were slightly clawed, and he had struggled before he died.

If it was arsenic, Feng Yin and Ouyang Shuo only stayed for half a pillar of incense, which was far from enough.

Pian Zheng probed the corpse with his hand, the temperature was still there, and it was indeed dead for no more than a moment.

She opened Ouyang Shuo's teeth, her mouth and tongue were not blackened, and the poison did not enter from her mouth.

"Take off his clothes."

Thirteen is now very handy, his movements are crisp and neat, and he has learned nothing less from the pitiful kite.

But I have seen it up and down, even the place where Yang Feng is located, has been carefully looked at by the pity.

Seeing that Feng Yin was secretly annoyed, Pian Zheng still ignored him at all.

Thirteen muttered, thinking about it, the master was all following the pitiful kite, and he had to choose to stand on the side of the pitiful kite.

Thirteen didn't dare to look up to look at Feng Yin's face, and silently cooperated with the pity to turn Ouyang Shuo's body over.

After looking at it for a while, she had a clue.

She pointed to the vertebral thighs, brought the lamp closer to it, and looked up at Feng Yin, "Found it, the cause of his death." ”

Feng Yin met her clear eyes, sighed in his heart, and finally got rid of distracting thoughts and leaned over to look.

I saw that there were two small bulging bags on the lateral side of the thigh.

If you don't look closely, it's a bit like being bitten by a mosquito, but it's extremely difficult to bite such a hidden part, let alone a sitting position.

"Thirteen, you shaved his hair." Pian Zheng stretched out his hand and said in a muffled voice: "I'll dissect, knife." ”

Thirteen was already ready, and handed the scalpel of the kite. If he hadn't just died, the wound would have been slightly red and swollen, and he was afraid that the redness and swelling would not have attracted attention after a long time.

Subsequently, Lian Zheng turned the body right, opened Ouyang Shuo's chest and abdomen, and waited for Thirteen to shave his hair before opening his skull, she wanted to find out what kind of poison was the cause of death.

Thirteen covered his mouth, trying his best to hide the nausea, not to look at the red, yellow and white of the *.

It took several hours for the kite to re-sew the autopsied corpse, and finally looked at Feng Yin.

She came to a conclusion and said, "It's the red-eyed scorpion." ”

The red-eyed scorpion rarely appears in the Dongyuan Dynasty, and only from the Hun tribe outside the gate can it be seen, if it is not for the pity that he saw it once when he was young, I am afraid that it will not be able to detect what this poison is for a while and a half.

The Dongyuan Dynasty is not nothing, but if there is, only those who are in the upper echelons of the palace nobles can obtain this rare poison.

The wind was cold under his eyes, and he looked at it carefully, thinking that he already had an answer......

"There's no way the red scorpion will be here." Thirteen asked loudly, but as soon as the words came out, he hurriedly silenced.

The eyes of the pityan were quite faint, and he glanced at the thirteenth widowly.

"Although the red scorpion is not a species of this dynasty, if someone throws it down...... This dark prison is a foot underground, the air is cold and warm, it likes the dark and fears the light, and then look at the cobwebs around it, although there are not many, but it is enough for it to survive. ”

As soon as he said this, Feng Yin knew that the words of the pityalist had not yet been finished.

"Did Ouyang Shuo cover that position before he died? Or rolling around with your legs in pain? ”

Pian Zheng looked at the clothes, although there was withered grass on them, but he couldn't tell whether the straw was hooked a few days ago or the back, so he went to ask him.

Feng paused and replied, "I just covered the wound and cried out in pain." ”

"It is recorded in ancient books that scorpions have male and female, and the male stings people in one place, and the female stings in several places."

Pian Zheng said lightly: "Under normal circumstances, the red-eyed scorpion will not take the initiative to attack, but will avoid people, unless Ouyang Shuo's body is contaminated with the smell of a female scorpion." ”

Pian Zheng paused for a moment, wanting to pick up Ouyang Shuo's clothes from the ground to verify her next statement, but before she could reach out her hand, she was grabbed by Feng Yin violently, and he shook his head: "Dangerous." ”

"You know?" Her heart skipped a beat, and she was a little angry.

If she really used these methods, the red-eyed scorpion must still be there, and I am afraid that it will hurt her by mistake.

Feng Yin sighed lightly, pulled her away a little, and said, "Eight or nine are not far from ten, don't hurt you." ”

The only remaining anger in the heart of the pityan dissipated a little because of these words, and it seems that the wind cause was also inferred like her.

She withdrew her hand from Feng Yin's palm, and then used her scalpel to gently unfold the top and pants that she had just taken off, and looked at the lamp for a moment to find the bottom pants that were stained with a little white foam.

Pian Zheng looked up and asked him, "Where was Ouyang Shuo sitting when he was talking to you?" ”

Feng Yin pointed with his hand, and the kiteer walked over.

Feng Yin was worried again, and he couldn't stop her, so he had to follow.

He kept an eye on the movements in the vicinity, so that he could pull her away as soon as possible.

She squatted on the ground with the lamp, and searched for a while between the scraps of dead grass on the ground with the tip of her knife.

After half a ring, he stopped what he was doing, got up, pointed to a few places, and said, "Here, there, and there are ...... on the bed."

There are five places where the powder is sprinkled, one near the prison door, two in the central axis, one in the stone bed, and one in the secret door (a place dedicated to the toilet).

"If you guessed correctly, these powders should be the powder of the female red scorpion that is being mated. Now that it is autumn, in time for the last production period before the winter, if the male redeye scorpion smells this smell, he will naturally take the initiative to find it. ”

"Male red-eyed scorpions stinged female scorpions when mating, so Ouyang Shuo was stung in this way."

Pian Zheng slowly stood up, "The red-eyed scorpion is extremely sensitive to temperature, it usually does not attack, and its lifespan is short, so it will not cause major movements. ”

"It can't find the female scorpion, it will definitely follow these places one by one, and there will always be a time when it will sting Ouyang Shuo."

So no matter who lost such a red-eyed scorpion and went to the dark prison, from before Ouyang Shuo went to prison, he was doomed.