"Tsk, these two stabs are really deep enough, how much hatred this has!" Zhao Yanzuo shook his head and sighed.

Chen Ying did not answer.

Zhao thought it was a vendetta, but she was skeptical.

Naturally, hatred is indeed a major incentive to kill, and from this point of view, Ziqi can barely be regarded as having a motive to kill.

However, judging from the method of concluding the case, Chen Ying is basically sure that Ziqi is not the murderer.

Admittedly, more evidence is needed to prove this inference, and the fact that it is not enough to be strong alone is too unconvincing.

Thinking of this, Chen Ying asked Zhao Yanzuo on the side: "Excuse me, was Zhou Zhu'er's body found in this house?" ”

Zhao Yanzuo nodded immediately: "Exactly, no one has touched his corpse." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Chen Ying carefully, and added, "That woman...... Zhou Jiuniang, because she was crawling at the gate, Lord Fu Yin said that it was unsightly, so the little ones moved the corpses to this house. ”

After a moment's pause, he lowered his voice again: "Zhou Jiuniang died in the West Wing. ”

"I know that, thank you very much." Chen Ying said politely, turning her head to look around.

The autopsy is almost complete, and the next step is to investigate the crime scene to see if any clues can be found.

She got up and went back to the door, and went through the furniture, floor, portal, and walls in order from left to right.

She soon noticed that there were still a few blood stains on the ground, which were scattered.

After questioning the officials around her, she learned that the blood stains were already there, and that they were there when they entered the house.

Later, in a sharp corner of the bookcase on the east wall, Chen Ying also found a very small amount of bloodstains.

This bloodstain is believed to have been left by Ziqi's head injury when she fell.

Ziqi did have an injury to the back of her head, and Chen Ying also witnessed it with her own eyes.

Chen Ying remembered this matter, and her heart was still a little tight.

I wonder if this injury will have an impact on Ziqi's health in the future?

As soon as she thought of this, she turned to Zhao Yanzuo's side again and asked softly, "May I ask, how was Ziqi discovered?" ”

Ziqi's confession is certainly credible, but it is also necessary to consider that she suffered a trauma to the back of her head, which may affect her memory.

"Ziqi? Who's that? Zhao Yanzuo's face was dazed, and he immediately came to his senses, and hurriedly shook his head: "If the girl asks about the suspect, the little one doesn't know." He laughed again: "When the little one came, Zhou Jiuniang's corpse happened to be brought in." ”

Chen Ying's head bowed: "I understand." ”

The officers and soldiers of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division were the first to discover, and Zhao Cheng thought that they came later, and they didn't know the scene at that time.

Chen Ying glanced outside.

Zhuang Boyan should know more, these news are not secrets, they should be shareable.

made a decision in her heart, and Chen Ying went back to Zhou Jiuniang for a second autopsy.

In ancient times, the technique of keeping corpses was very poor, and Chen Ying had to make sure that every detail was correct.

This time, Zhao Yanzuo did not retreat again.

He consciously acted as Chen Ying's assistant, cooperating with her to do everything that needed to be cooperated, completely ignoring the disdainful or surprised gazes cast by his colleagues around him.

He decided that this girl was a character, and that it was his luck to be able to get married, and he believed in his own vision.

With Zhao Chengzuo's help, the second autopsy was quickly completed, and Zhou Zhu'er's body was restored to its original state, and then it was time to go to the outhouse to find Master Zhuang and find out some news from him.

Thinking like this, Chen Ying took out a clean white cloth, wiped the iron chopsticks clean, and then removed the gloves.

However, the gloves were only halfway faded, and her movements suddenly stopped.

"What is this?" She lifted her gloves and took a closer look at the light.

At some point, a black spot about the size of a mung bean stuck to the glove's index finger.

It's not bloodstains.

The color of the dried blood was lighter than this, and Chen Ying had always been very careful, and all the movements of touching the wound were done with iron chopsticks.

Where did this black spot come from?

She subconsciously looked around, trying to find out the source of the black spot, and suddenly, something seemed to pass by in the corner of her eye.

She quickly rolled her eyes and bumped into Zhou Zhu'er's face.

His face was facing Chen Ying's direction, and the black mole the size of a copper coin on the side of his nose was slightly blue under the candlelight.

This color seems to be different from what you first see.

Chen Ying's eyes were dewed, he thought about it, took the glove and padd his index finger, and wiped it on the black mole a few times.

"Huh?" There was a soft cry from the side.

Zhao Yanzuo stepped forward quickly, stared at Zhou Zhu'er's face for a few seconds, opened his eyes wide, and said in a lost voice: "The color of this mole has faded!" ”

The sound was very abrupt, and the room was so quiet that it was even louder.

"What's going on?" Zhuang Boyan had a calm face and strode in.

He had been observing Chen Ying coldly outside the house, and seeing that she had never made things difficult or interfered with the work of the officials, he was not good at saying anything.

And at this moment, Zhao Yanzuo's exclamation finally gave him a reason to come forward.

He stood in front of Zhao Chengzuo with his shoulders, swept Chen Ying with a slightly dissatisfied gaze, and turned to Zhao Zhuozuo again: "Old Zhao, what are you yelling at?" ”

Zhao Yan opened his mouth, suddenly closed it again, and turned his head to look at Chen Ying.

Chen Ying was the first person to find out that there was a problem with the mole, and it was reasonable that he should not have robbed him of the credit.

Although he would love to take the credit.

But he didn't dare.

Chen Ying didn't notice his gaze.

She was half-leaning over, her head almost next to Zhou Zhu'er's face, and her clear eyes glanced back and forth for a moment.

"He's like he's disguised himself." She quickly said, without raising her head, she took out a pair of clean gloves from her sleeves and put them on, grabbed a few of Zhou Zhu'er's beards, and pulled them out hard.

There was a sudden sound of inhalation in the room.

How bold is it for a noble lady to pull a beard from a dead man's face?

However, soon, their eyes focused on Chen Ying's hand.

In her hands, she clutched a bush of whiskers.

"This man has changed his face." Chen Ying's voice was very affirmative.

The beard is very easy to pull out, almost without any effort, and the end of the beard is very clean, there is no skin tissue adhesion, and the skin under the beard is not even bloodshot, and there is no wound.

"I'm afraid this beard is sticky!" Zhao Yanzuo's eyes lit up with excitement, and he looked up at Chen Ying, with a little admiration on his face.

If it weren't for Chen Ying's careful investigation, who would have thought that a dead person would still be disfigured?

If you want to blame the five stab wounds, they are so horrific that everyone will only focus on them, and the others will be ignored.

Naturally, after they carry the corpse to the mortuary, the disguise on Zhou Zhu'er's face will also be exposed, but that will be a few days later, and on such a day, the corpse may be rotten, and it will be very difficult to examine it in detail.