Wu Yuanzhong opened his mouth and embarrassed his face: "Can't you be chased and killed the next day?" ”

Pity Zheng glanced at him: "The people in the gambling house make money on the trade of time, a foreigner who can run away at any time, if it were you, you dare to let him disappear under your nose in vain?" The rules of the gambling house can't suppress the identity documents, so they must let the family redeem them! ”

She reached through his sleeve pocket, and took out the identification document and the way guide from it, so as to avoid the first suspicion.

Thirteen sneaked over to get the water that Fang Cai didn't drink, "What if the family doesn't come?" ”

"According to the rules of the gambling house......" Pian Zheng raised the deceased's right hand: "Then he has at least one broken tail finger now!" ”

Everyone looked at his fingers, and the five fingers were complete!

Wu Yuanzhong was not convinced, and used words to pressure her: "You said that the autopsy was arbitrary, so what basis do you have to test that it is wrong!" ”

"Uncle Chen, burn charcoal." The voice of the pity kite faded, and she didn't even look back, but turned and went to the narrow room.

Chen Bo agreed, turned around and went to the backyard of Yizhuang to get a charcoal basin.

Sometimes the corpse is sent to Yizhuang, even if it is the corpse of Ruan Cheng for examination, Pian Zheng often looks at them one by one, and if he finds something wrong, he will also discuss it with Ruan Cheng again, Chen Bo has also been a corpse picker for almost seven years, and he has long been used to it.

The newcomer Zhou Yuanzhong is still young, and he will always understand it in the future.

He took the plain cloth gloves from the narrow room and put them on, rolled up the cuffs with both hands, and when the left hand held the right hand, there was a slight scratch, and the burning pain came from the scalded arm, and the eyebrows were twisted.

I saw a pair of handsome hands reaching out, and suddenly grabbed the clothes that were scraping her skin, and the well-defined jade fingers flipped lightly, and pulled her sleeves back and forth in a few rounds.

When he finished his work, he looked up at her, and the pitch-black pupils crashed into her eyes unexpectedly.

Her eyes were intertwined, and somehow she was a little nervous.

"Ahem." Thirteen didn't have the eyesight to see, so he went to steal water to drink but was choked and coughed.

Politely avoiding his gaze, he withdrew his hand, and turned out of the narrow room.

Feng Yin came out and glanced coldly at Thirteen.

Thirteen suddenly stopped moving, only to feel that his whole body was cold, and his hands were still frozen in mid-air and did not dare to move, a little unclear.

Master...... Did Fang Cai glare at him?

"Help me take off his clothes." Pian Zheng spoke softly, without emotion.

Thirteen is nothing, he didn't recognize that the pityan was a woman, he just felt that the man took off the man's clothes, what's the big deal?

Zhou Yunzhong Guli glanced at Lian Zheng strangely, even though he had just become a corpse picker, he heard that this Ruan Lian Zheng was a woman......

Feng Yin paused and stepped forward, but there was no movement in his hand.

It didn't hurt that she examined two male corpses in Taolin Town, but now she felt a little unhappy to let other men look at her?

As soon as Chen Bo came out of the back hall, he came over with a charcoal basin that had been sprinkled with vinegar, placed it near the corpse, and walked around from the rear: "I'll come." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Chen." Lian Zheng didn't look at anyone else, but only took off the deceased's clothes carefully with Uncle Chen.

"Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to cut it directly?" Thirteen looked at the mist-like eyes of the wind and didn't dare to lean over, so he had to focus on the corpse: "Why bother so much effort to take off the clothes of the deceased? ”

"The autopsy is not only the corpse, sometimes there will be a lot of on-site evidence on the clothes, if you are strung in vain, there is no loss of your second-class name." Pian Zheng was very busy in his hands, and he didn't listen to Thirteen's words.

Thirteen stood up suddenly: "What do you mean?" You must not have a good word for you, why is my name in your way? ”

"Thirteen!" The cold fan of the wind fell on top of Thirteen's head.

Thirteen closed his mouth angrily and could only step aside.

Pity Zheng did not reply to him, took off his shirt, and was just about to take off the bottom pants of the deceased.

Feng Yin stood behind her, but she was in a trance.

She naturally knew why he didn't move, and she could understand that in ancient times, when a woman took off a man's clothes and observed what kind of gossip was there, her reputation was naturally clear, and she had never been able to listen to her ears.

Even in modern times, this is a matter of course, but behind him, suddenly a little awkward.

After a few seconds of distraction, she came back to her senses and was about to continue moving, but someone suddenly pulled her backwards.

"I'll come." Thirteen puffed out his cheeks and squeezed beside her, and without explanation, he reached out and took off the dead man's pants.

She was stunned for a moment, and turned back to meet Feng Yin's sight, he didn't say anything, just watched quietly.

Thirteen is not very old, but he is not rough in doing things, and he is quite neat with Uncle Chen.

After taking off all the clothes, Uncle Chen folded them one by one and rested them in the empty seat next to the deceased.

"The deceased had a notch in his teeth, a bruise on his left cheek, and a bruise on the side of his cheekbone, and he had fought with someone before his death, probably a left-hander." ”

"There is a bruise on the left cheek, shouldn't it be a fist with the right hand and swing it over?"

"Of course you can, but the murderer wanted to hide that he was left-handed, so he deliberately chose the same direction as his right hand."

Zhou Yuanzhong frowned, obviously not believing in Pian Zheng's judgment.

Lian Zheng turned around, turned her right hand into a fist, and waved at him without saying a word, her strength was not big, and it didn't hurt, but Zhou Yuanzhong was defenseless, and he was punched in vain, and he asked angrily: "What are you doing?" ”

She asked him coldly, "What does it hurt?" ”

"Nonsense, my face hurts!"

Pian Zheng took his hand away and suddenly became gentle: "I'll take a look." ”

Without waiting for Zhou Yuanzhong to react, Lian Zheng clenched his fist with his left hand, and the back of his hand came to Zhou Yuanzhong again, and asked him again: "What hurts this time?" ”

Thirteen sneered and laughed, "Hahaha, you're welcome, teach by hand." ”

Even thirteen have already understood why he is left-handed, and this week he was beaten stupidly, and he didn't understand why, he deserved to be squeezed by the pitiful lesson.

"You just look at the bruises on his face, there are four bone joints on the back of a boxer, if the left hand is a fist on the back, it can cause this injury, and if the right hand is swinging with a full fist, it will definitely leave four or more round blue positions."

This time Thirteen also came to be curious: "How do you look at it as a flat fist, can't it be from top to bottom?" ”

The kite lifts the deceased's head, exposing the wound on the back of the head.

"The murderer would not have been taller than the deceased, otherwise the wound would have been from top to bottom. It can be seen that the wound is in the back of the head, the left side is facing right, the wound is uneven and there are mud stains in the recess, and there are grass clippings on both sides. ”

No one answered, and they all agreed.

Feng Yin was concentrated on hiding behind her, looking at her back and forth no less than a few times, the more he looked at her, the more he couldn't hang in his heart.

It is clear that all these things she has done are not tolerated by most people in the world, and even when she checked the part of the person's file, although he was a little twisted, he couldn't take his eyes off seeing her serious appearance, and there was no resistance in his heart.

That's it, that's it. These troubles were all brought by herself, and I owed her.

"Uncle Chen, look."

Pian Zheng checked the wound on his right ankle, and squeezed it with his hand, and a little green and yellow abscess water could be squeezed out of the two holes that had festered, and the smell instantly became strong, making people feel sick to look at.

She pointed to the light purple bruise on the upper calf of her right foot: "These finger marks are relatively shallow, indicating that the deceased had fainted when the murderer grabbed the snake and bit the deceased, so he didn't use much strength." ”

The pityan raised his eyebrows lightly and snorted: "This is his killing!" ”