Uncle Chen lowered his head and took a closer look, when he carried the corpse two days ago, there were indeed no fingerprints on his calves.

"The scars are visible after a few days, which is why there are repeated autopsies."

"You just look at this mudra, which is grabbed with your left hand from the direction of the head towards the leg, and there is a slight abrasion on the ankle. The preliminary inference is that someone grabbed his calf and put it in a basket like a bamboo basket, and there should be a snake in it. So this is not a case of a poisonous snake bite, it should be a case of homicide. ”

Lian Zheng glanced back at Wu Yuanzhong and said, "Don't think that just a corpse can't speak, they have a lot of things to say!" ”

This sounds strange, but it is true.

After repeatedly checking the time of the half-pillar incense back and forth to make sure that nothing was missing, the white cloth was re-covered on the deceased's body and the plain cloth gloves were taken off.

"Uncle Chen, I'll write an autopsy record later, you are tired, run a trip to send it to Xiao Zhutou, and let them re-examine the autopsy. I will seal the body with lime until the case is solved, and then the family of the deceased can take the body away. ”

Chen Bole smiled: "What are you worried about?" Xiao Zhutou, you don't know, when you say something, he doesn't listen, and this bastard boy is just ignorant, so he is embarrassed and knows how many pounds and taels he has! ”

When Zhou Yuanzhong heard this, he was not happy to listen: "Uncle Chen! ”

Pian Zheng smiled lightly, he didn't care about Zhou Yuanzhong's contempt, and he was never the only one who looked down on her.

She took the thing in her hand, and as soon as she turned around, she fell into Feng Yin's arms.

His expression returned to clarity, but the bottom of his obscure eyes was directly reflected in her face.

It's okay not to look at him, but it's a little embarrassing to bump into him so unscrupulously.

Uncle Chen remembered that there were two big living people who didn't know standing here, and he didn't even say hello, he patted his head and exhaled: "I said pity, I don't know who these two are?" ”

"Whoever came to collect the corpse." She pushed him, but took a few steps back, and she had to pass from the side, choose a nearby table, and fill out the autopsy form.

Thirteen's brows were furrowed, but he was glared at by his master, and he didn't dare to talk more when he wanted to speak.

When the autopsy sheet was taken away, Chen Bo and Wu Yuanzhong didn't say anything more, and Chen Bo went out and went down the mountain.

Thirteen thought for a while, but couldn't help but ask, "Master, where are we staying tonight?" ”

Feng Yin raised his eyebrows, and pointed coldly at the pitiful kite: "You just have to ask her." ”

The pityan was named, and his hand did not stop.

Uncle Chen had already helped her put the body in the coffin before leaving, and she just cleaned it up.

Her face was quite pale, and she said: "Yizhuang can only live for the dead, if you two are willing to sleep in the coffin, I can't care about it." ”

In the middle of the night, sleeping next to these dozens of coffins?

Thirteen looked at the serious appearance of the pity, and felt panicked for some reason.

"Come make a deal, I can block the people who come in the night for you."

Feng Yinying raised his eyebrows and added, "Those who want to arrest you as the lady of the village." ”

Pian Zheng stopped what he was doing, looked up at him, and said in a cold tone: "How did you know they would come?" ”

"Rules of the way." Feng Yin didn't explain much, and his eyes showed the meaning of watching a play.

That's exactly what Pian Zheng thought, and these two times it was two groups of people who came.

The previous time was nothing more than some bandits who couldn't get on the table, and the later black-clothed people used cold weapons, knew how to set up ambushes and traps, and it was much more difficult to deal with, even in Beixian, a person in a barren mountain, it was inevitable that he could not be saved.

If the two of them were there, she would have been much safer, which is why she didn't intend to refuse them to go up the mountain in the first place.

Since everyone understands people, she no longer has to hide it, scoop up the lime in the sack one by one, take care of the corpse, she tidied up a little, took the key on the table, and looked at them: "Go." ”

The two of them followed into the house next to them, and Thirteen followed last, and as soon as they entered the door, they could see at a glance that there was another coffin in the middle of the lobby, but this coffin was much better than those in Yizhuang.

The wind was cold in his eyes, and his misty pupils covered his emotions, and Thirteen couldn't figure out what he meant.

Is this how she slept with dozens of corpses and graves in the barren mountains and mountains?

He didn't care about them, he just walked towards the lobby by himself, and when he walked inside, he pointed to the two rooms: "The beds are clean, wash and fetch water by yourself, there are only two beds, you allott." I don't care if the guy above wants to sleep on the floor or on the roof. ”

He didn't reply, but picked up a chair and stool from the side, sat down next to the coffin, sharpened the wood with a firewood knife in his hand, and went about his own business.

Thirteen 'hey' said: "That yuan wooden pimple sleeps on the floor, I must sleep on the bed." Master, which one do you want? ”

Feng Yin ignored him, walked over without looking back, and made a round.

After finishing what she was doing, she smashed the last sharpened nail into the corner of the coffin with a hammer, and then she went up to see them.

When she turned around, he was walking towards her with a basin of water in his hand, and Thirteen didn't know where he had gone.

Feng Yin came towards her, but after some distance, he placed the wooden basin on the chair and stool, and pulled out a medicine bottle from the palm of his hand, "It's time to take medicine." ”

The doctor in Taolin Town instructed that three times a day, if it is inflamed, wipe the pus with a wet towel and then apply medicine.

When I left in the morning, I didn't bother to say goodbye, so I naturally forgot about it.

She looked down at the stains and sawdust on her palms, reached into the tub, and cleaned her hands.

His hand reached over and tried to grab her wrist to wipe the water stains for her, but Pian Zheng subconsciously avoided it, dodged his movements, quickly pulled the towel and wiped his hands himself.

"Then you can do it yourself." He stood up, placed the vial next to the chair, and without saying anything, turned around and left.

Is this angry?

But what kind of anger is he having?

He shook his head, took the medicine bottle, opened it and smelled it, which seemed to be a little different from the medicine in Taolin Town. She looked in the direction he had left, then sprinkled it on her left arm......

Feng Yin hid behind the door, and when he saw that she had used the medicine, the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

He sat down, poured a cup of tea, touched the dragonfly as if touching the water, stood up again, tossed and turned a few times, and was annoyed to himself.

He has seen many peerless beauties inside and outside the palace, but he is planted in the hands of this female servant, and he doesn't give him a good face everywhere, and tries to avoid taboos everywhere, and he can be angry to death if he escapes alive.

"Yuan Jiu." Feng Yin sat down again, and his white fingertips touched the teacup: "How is the investigation?" ”

After a moment of silence, Yuan Jiu jumped into the room from behind the window and half-knelt on the ground: "This group of people has hidden traces, but they look like the third master's people." ”

"If you put your mind here one by one, then let them come, and they can't go back." The teacup in his hand fell on the table, "Kill." Not a single one is left. ”

"Yes, master." Yuan Jiu bowed his head and was about to push it out, only to hear Feng Yin muttering his name.

Yuan Jiu was stunned and looked up at him: "What else does the master command?" ”

Feng Yin pursed his lips, pinched the teacup in his hand, and his warm jade-like fingers paused for a long time, he stood still, sighed, and suddenly waved his hand again: "You go." ”

He still couldn't open his mouth to ask.