"This is the ...... It's not a ghost, it's a deliberate murder. Mr. Peng's face was gloomy, and he pointed to Huzi behind Yang Er's left earlobe, "Can you see it?" ”

Huzi and Mr. Peng examined the body together, but they really didn't find anything unusual. Although they have been dealing with dead people all year round, they are Mr. Yin and Yang, not a pretend, let alone a coroner, and Huzi did not find fatal injuries at all. Now he suspects that this person died of a sudden illness, and thinks about whether to find Lang Zhong to take a look.

If it was just Mr. Peng who discovered the injury before him, the problem was that Mr. Peng had pointed it out, but Huzi still felt that there was something abnormal. This made him feel a little embarrassed, but he had to admit it, so he could only lick his lips and replied, "Dad, I still don't see that there is anything wrong." You don't have to play dumb riddles with me, just tell me what's going on. ”

"Reach out and touch it yourself." Mr. Peng still didn't answer directly.

As soon as Huzi got started, he felt that something was not quite right. This Yang Er was stunned and had a small dot the size of a grain of rice behind his ear, which was smooth and abnormal to the touch, and the feel of the nearby skin was completely different. When I looked closer, I realized that the color of this place was lighter than the surrounding area.

"What is this?" Huzi has never seen such a situation, so he naturally wants to ask.

Mr. Peng frowned and said, "This is beeswax." It's been a long time since I've seen this kind of killing, it's so rare...... If I hadn't accidentally touched this place when I was moving his head just now, I'm afraid I wouldn't have found out. ”

"Beeswax?" Huzi was still puzzled, "Isn't beeswax a medicine?" How do you kill people with beeswax? ”

"Come and see," Mr. Peng first pointed to the white spot on the corpse, and then reached out to touch Huzi's earlobe, "this place is called the infratemporal fossa, the blood meridians are complex, and the bones are very weak. The killer first knocked the deceased unconscious, and then went down with a long hollow needle, pinpointed the bone link, and pierced it hard, and then penetrated the needle deep into the brain. Then, a funnel mouth is placed on the needle holder and melted beeswax is poured into it. The hot wax burned my brain. The needle was taken out again, and the hot wax sealed the wound by the way. When cooled, the beeswax is almost the same color as the surrounding skin. If the cooner is not careful, it will be difficult to find out, and it is really the best choice for murder. It's just that this requires the killer to be familiar with the relationship between the bones of the infratemporal fossa, and he also has to be sharp with his hands and feet, so it is very rare. Who did this Yang Er offend in a daze? ”

After listening to Mr. Peng's explanation, Huzi had goosebumps all over his body, thinking about what a cruel method! He touched the back of Yang Er's stunned ear, and then touched the corresponding place on his head, shivering. Huzi pondered for a moment: "In this way, the murderer is a habitual offender, at least this special instrument should be very rare." It should be difficult for ordinary people to find such a tough long needle and such a delicate funnel, right? ”

Mr. Peng shook his head with a wry smile and said, "That's not necessarily. Do you remember what the Japanese doctor used to inject Zhao Yueyue? ”

"Syringes!" Huzi suddenly realized. The hollow iron needle on this thing is very tough, and there is a glass tube that can push liquid, so there is no need for a funnel at all.

"But we're just guessing now," Mr. Peng sighed, "after all, we don't know what such a stunned person knows that he shouldn't know, and what he offended that shouldn't offend." Killing people in this way is for the sake of concealment, and the gods do not know it. At least the person who kills does not want to set himself on fire. Now it's going to be hard. ”

"It's fine." Huzi was very optimistic, "Doesn't this prove that Yang Er was not killed by my uncle?" Tomorrow morning, let's go to the yamen to beat the drum and voice the grievances, and turn over the case for my uncle! ”

Mr. Peng sighed while wiping his hands: "After all, I am still a child, and I can't figure out what to think about." Although An Zhifu did a foolish thing at that time, this was his own case. When you go to beat the drum and voice your grievances, you are slapping the prefect's face, which is hurtful to the prefect's performance evaluation. The prefect can be sure that the person who started it is your uncle! It's better for us to find out a little more by ourselves, and pass the words over through the head of the Han Catcher, on the bright side, the prefect feels strange when he checks the case file, and reopens the trial. This has become the prefect's clear understanding and rehabilitating the unjust case. Let's take our time, after all, time is not tight, you understand? ”

Huzi is much more mature than his peers, but in the end, he is still at a reckless age, where can he figure out so many twists and turns. When Mr. Peng mentioned a few words, he nodded in a daze, and replied "I know", but in fact, he still seemed to understand.

Mr. Peng didn't insist on it, after all, this matter can only be natural. Many older generations want to pass on their life experience to the next generation without reservation, so that they can avoid detours. But Mr. Peng has been going through the ditches and bumps for most of his life to understand, some words are useful, and some things are said...... That's just talking. No matter how old a person is, what he should look like, and the detours he should take, one step is indispensable.

Huzi thought for a moment again, and his heart moved: "There are a lot of people offended by this Yang Erzi, but most of them are neighbors, and the disgusting face is bigger, and it is not so hateful that the hatred is as deep as the sea, so Yang Erzi has to die." But there is one family that is different, and Yang Fengru has offended them thoroughly. ”

Mr. Peng understood what Huzi meant: "You mean the Ma family, right?" ”

"That's right!" Huzi nodded, "Ma Dasheng is an officer of the New Army, I inquired, he was promoted from the Green Battalion, and it has nothing to do with military training." How dirty are the hands of the green camp? It's not new that he'll kill people like this. And the doctors of the Church often showed the recruits for training wounds, and he was an officer and had access to syringes. The most important thing is that he hated his sister-in-law for ruining his brother's reputation, and he didn't expose it for the sake of face. Now that his brother is dead, the wife of the Ma family is even more unscrupulous, and when I came to the door, she was still holding back to lure me into taking the bait! For the sake of the Ma family's reputation, it is entirely possible for him to do such a thing. ”

"There's some truth to what you say." Mr. Peng smiled, "But there is no evidence, it is not good to pollute people's innocence." Even if it's really the same as you think, when did this horse win move? ”

The more Hu Zi spoke, the more excited he became, as if the matter had already been settled: "According to the old lady Yang Feng, when Yang Er was stunned and returned home with his hand, it was already dawn. After Yang Feng knew that Yang Er's stunned hand was interrupted, he was afraid that he would be beaten again, so he went back to the house and fell asleep, and Yang Erzi also went back to his room to fall asleep. On the other side, Ma Dasheng touched in, first stunned Yang Er, and then killed someone. Then he quietly withdrew, unaware. The old lady Yang Feng got up in the morning and went to check on Yang Er's stunned child, but found that the person had lost her breath, so she insisted that it was my uncle who killed her son, and then reported to the official, so what happened after that. ”

Mr. Peng looked at Huzi with his nose and eyes, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and he also thought it was interesting. So he then asked: "So, what do you think about Yang Er's stunned corpse transformation?" ”

Huzi was stopped by Mr. Peng's question, and he was stunned for a while before scratching his head in embarrassment: "Maybe...... It's just a coincidence. ”

Mr. Peng patted Huzi on the head and said, "There are no coincidences in the world, they are all one thing pushing one thing, and they are closely connected to each other." The Tao is natural, and the same is true of things in the world, which have their own laws. A coincidence covers things up, indicating that you are still not good at learning. In the meantime, you go to me to get the punishment yourself. ”

"Don't mind! Daddy...... "Huzi looked bitter. The so-called punishment, if it is a beating, it is just that. Huzi knew that Mr. Peng felt sorry for himself, and it was not a big deal, he would not have multiple hands, and he himself was also rough and thick-skinned, so it didn't matter. But I am most afraid that I will ask him to copy the scriptures and write his experience. Although Huzi has memorized the scriptures backwards, the deep meaning of them is still not understood, and he is asked to copy it repeatedly, or write an experience, in Huzi's opinion, it is better to be beaten.

So he rolled his eyes and thought to himself: "Dad, I have a way to prove whether my inference is right or wrong." ”

Mr. Peng was also interested: "What do you say? It's not going to be reckless to ask again, is it? ”

Huzi nodded: "That's right!" Dad, I'm sorry you're alone tonight, I still have something to do. ”

Ma Dasheng sat alone in the room and borrowed wine to drown his sorrows. The peanuts on the plate didn't move, but they drank glass after glass. What is he worried about? Worry about the family's misfortune! His sister-in-law didn't abide by women's morals and asked his brother to bring a green hat.

It's embarrassing to say this, and it's also bad for your own reputation. Although the neighbors spread the news all over the world, the Ma family still didn't admit it. also relied on the second child of the Ma family to eat official meals, and no one dared to say anything in front of the Ma family. But gossip is a sword that kills people, and it is really hard to say what it feels like for others to count in the dark behind their backs.

Ma Dasheng thought that his brother had just died, leaving the orphans and widows to hand over to him, and the sister-in-law would be a little more restrained, at least not so blatant. But who would have thought that when Ma Dachang's bones were not cold, his sister-in-law still went her own way and had a private meeting with her concubine. The people on the side have a broken shoe - she is shameless as a person with a foreign surname, and her surname Ma can't stand it.

Later, the day after Ma Dachang was buried, Yang Erzi also died. Ma Dasheng thought that his sister-in-law should settle down this time. didn't expect this shameless slut to want to seduce Mr. Xiao Peng, who came to the door to inquire about things. That's just a half-sized boy whose hair hasn't grown yet!

Why did he insist that his sister-in-law seduced Mr. Peng? Just rely on the two of them to discuss things, why should they spend their ignorant son? What is the evidence that this is not a thief woman's water-based poplar?

"Fuck! Uneasy sassy fox! Ma Dasheng came up drunk, cursed, slammed the wine glass on the table, turned off the light, and prepared to go to bed—he would have to be on an errand tomorrow.

But as soon as he turned around, the flame of the oil lamp on the table faltered and ignited again.

Ma Dasheng rubbed his eyes - the light was indeed still on. He shook his head, thinking that he must have drunk too much, and that it was his delusion that the lights were turned off just now. So he walked in, blew hard, waited a while, and made sure that the light was indeed out, and then staggered to the bed.

But as soon as his ass was next to the bed, the oil lamp came on again! This time, it was a small flame that was flickering and blue, reflecting everything in the room in a normal color.

Ma Dasheng patted his head, and his heart was a little unsettled: What evil did this bump into? I obviously blew out the lights!

"Bang Bang Bang", there was a knock on the door. Ma Dasheng listened carefully, this movement did not come from the gate of the courtyard outside, but from the door of his own west wing. At this hour, it can't be anyone else, it can only be his sister-in-law.

Ma Dasheng is so angry in his heart! Good guy, is this a seduce Mr. Peng, but also seduce his little uncle? Do you really think of yourself as Pan Jinlian? Pan Jinlian ...... Damn! Maybe his brother didn't die in any other way, or he asked this slut to be poisoned with Yang Er's stunned son.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more anxious he became, and he didn't think about whether the knock on the door was in a hurry or not, and whether there was anything strange about such a frequency, he untied the door latch and held it in his hand, and swore in his heart that he wanted this vixen to look good.

But this push of the door, Ma Dasheng was stupid - a cold air rushed from his heel to the top of his head, a layer of cold sweat wet his back, and most of the wine woke up.

As soon as Ma Dasheng opened his mouth, he shouted out two words: "Spare your life!" ”

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