Black clouds obscured the waning moon, and strong winds bent the treetops.

Twenty-two arm-thick white candles circled the house, shining brightly and secretly on the coffin on two benches in the center of the room.

The fire in the iron basin had been extinguished, and the ashes accompanied by the spirit mantle were swept into the air by the yin wind blowing from nowhere, and rolled silently.

The people were all sent out, and the mourning hall was empty, and there was not even a single person left to keep the spirit.

In the silence, there was a sudden sound of footsteps approaching.

When I got to the door, I quickly stopped.

"Miss Chen," the maidservant girl in a dark blue cotton robe suppressed her voice and refused to move further into the house, "the old lady said, I will only give you two teas. After two cups of tea, you have to leave, regardless of whether you check out the problem or not. ”

Chen Chaoyan walked out of the darkness, and after calmly saying hello, he raised his feet and entered the house and walked towards the coffin.

The maidservant looked at her slender back, and couldn't bear to follow up, but when she saw the coffin the next time, she quickly stopped.

The coffin is pitch black, and the material is not visible, but it is one-third larger than an ordinary coffin.

The lid of the coffin has not yet been closed, and the lid of the coffin is placed on one side against the coffin.

Chen Chaoyan stopped in front of the coffin, stood on tiptoe, and looked inside.

The deceased Song Zhang.

The height is about one meter seven, and the weight is about one hundred and eighty pounds, converted into ancient units, the height should be five feet one... No, it's supposed to be five feet two......

Before the specific value could be determined, Chen Chaoyan's eyes suddenly flickered, and a light screen appeared in front of her out of thin air.

On the left side of the light screen, Song Zhang appears as a three-dimensional image, slowly rotating in circles. On the right, his basic information is recorded.

Name: Song Zhang

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty-two

Date of birth: Dragon Boat Festival in Yihai year

Height: 5'1" (170cm)

Weight: one hundred and eighty-two pounds

Since then, the people who have been related to him have been listed in the form of a map.

Chen Chaoyan glanced at it quickly, then turned his head to look in the direction of the door. Seeing that the maid was still facing away from her, and she didn't notice anything about the light screen, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: This is the crossing welfare often mentioned in online novels?

That's right.

She's not from here.

She is a forensic doctor in the technical department of the Nanhe Provincial Criminal Police Brigade, and when she was drifting with her two girlfriends, she unfortunately hit her head after capsizing and falling into the water at a rapid, and then woke up, she has become Chen Chaoyan, a medicine picker with the same name as her.

The original owner of the body had just turned fourteen two months ago.

But it's a very hard child.

When she was eight years old, her mother died of illness, and she and her younger brother Chen Qiyang, who was four years younger, grew up with her father's collection of medicine.

Nine days ago, when my father went up the mountain to collect medicine, he stepped on the air and fell off the cliff, and when he found it, the person was gone.

Eight days ago, she went to the county to sell medicinal herbs and prepare to go home to bury her father. Halfway through, he met the famous splashy Song Zhang in the county.

Song Zhang is the grandson of the Song family, a wealthy gentleman in Qingxi County. Because his grandmother only had one child from his mother, he recruited his father Meng Baishan as his son-in-law, and even he inherited the surname of the Song family.

When Song Zhang was very young, his mother fell ill. Mrs. Song took pity on him and doted on and connived at him, causing him to bully the weak, bully men and women, and do almost all kinds of evil.

stopped the original owner this time, just to see how beautiful she was, and wanted to forcibly flirt. Unexpectedly, the original owner had a strong temperament, and would rather die than go outside, and he was still struggling, so he bit him hard. Song Zhang was furious because of this, and instructed several subordinates to beat her severely.

The original owner insisted on returning home, and after handing over the copper plate obtained from the sale of medicinal materials to Chen Qiyang, he became unconscious.

Chen Qiyang endured his grief, invited a neighbor to help take care of his father's funeral, and after settling her, he rushed to Qingxi County to avenge her.

After that, the original owner in a coma heard the news that after Chen Qiyang successfully killed Song Zhang, he was arrested by Song Zhang's younger brother and taken to the official mansion, and then died.

All kinds of thoughts only flashed in his mind, and Chen Chaoyan's attention fell back on Song Zhang's corpse.

Song Zhang's face was intact, with no bruises and open lesions, and most of the bruises on his neck. The skin is grayish-white as a whole, and the parchment-like spots have been formed in large areas, with occasional putrefactive green spots and putrefactive blisters, and the smell of corpses is obvious.

The rest, because of the obscuration of the garment, cannot be visualized.

Fortunately, Chen Chaoyan was prepared.

Take out a handkerchief, fold it into a triangular shape around the mouth and nose, and tie it into a slipknot at the back of the head. After that, he took out an old handkerchief, barely covered his right hand, avoided the corrupt green spots and putrefined bubbles, and began to examine his eyes and mouth.

It has been seven days since Song Zhang's death, and although Mrs. Song arranged for people to take various protective measures, Song Zhang's cornea has also been highly turbid, scleral dark spots are visible, and the oral mucosa and ocular conjunctiva have been autolyzed.

At the same time, limited by the conditions that did not allow it, Chen Chaoyan carefully pressed his head and face with his hand, and after making sure that he did not see any injuries, his eyes fell on his neck again.

Her neck was intact, and there were no signs of breakage, and the bruises were more than two knuckles of her fingers, about eighteen or nineteen centimeters long, about five inches and seven inches.

The hands are unwound, the nails have been trimmed, and they have been carefully cleaned before burial, and it is difficult to detect any signs of resistance with the naked eye alone.

There were no injuries to both arms except for a bite mark on the left forearm.

After wrapping his right hand with another handkerchief, Chen Chaoyan untied Song Zhang's belt and opened his clothes, exposing his upper body.

On the left side of Song Zhang's chest, there are six wounds, and the wound angles are all blunt at the top and sharp at the bottom, about three to four centimeters wide.

Unable to dissect it, Chen Chaoyan had to remove the bamboo hairpin in the middle of his hair and carefully pierce each wound.

In all six wounds, the wounds were tilted downward, and three of them pressed against the ribs and did not enter the rib cage. Three places pierced the chest, and judging from the blood that flowed down the bamboo hairpin, these three places also punctured the aorta.

According to the depth of the bamboo hairpin, it can be determined that the murder weapon is a single-edged sharp weapon with a blade length of about 17 centimeters and a blade width of about 4 centimeters.

After cleaning up the spilled bloodstains, Chen Chaoyan looked at the maidservant at the door, "Can you come over and help me turn him over?" ”

The maidservant who was facing away from the mourning hall suddenly heard her voice, and after being frightened, she silently fled a few steps out, clearly expressed her refusal, and reminded in a trembling voice: "Miss Chen, it's been a time for half a cup of tea. ”

Chen Chaoyan had no choice but to try to lift Song Zhang's shoulder, and barely observed that he had a large abrasion on his back.

Combined with the bruises on his neck and the wounds on his chest, Chen Chaoyan completed the scene of this murder almost instantly.

But she did not let up there, put on Song Zhang's clothes, took off his shoes and socks, and carefully examined his feet and legs before ending the autopsy.

"Let's go, let's go see Old Madam Song." Walking out of the mourning hall, Chen Chaoyan walked towards the west wing where Mrs. Song was waiting.