"Martin, I've been here all the time, and I've never left." Mir was a little confused: "Are you so tired that you are dazzled?" ”

Martin shook his head vigorously and said, "Perhaps, sir. ”

"Okay, Martin." Mir said to Martin in a commanding tone, "From now on, you can choose to rest, but you have to light up this place for me." ”

"Thank you, sir."

Mir handed the oil lamp to Martin, who was sitting on the ground, and Martin struggled to support the ground with one hand, then reached out and took the oil lamp from Mir with the other.

Martin now continued to stay by Mir's side, expecting Mir to analyze the clues of the three deceased next, and the only thing he could do now was to keep his mouth shut and be quiet.

He didn't want to disturb Mir's reasoning, it wasn't long before dawn, and he tried to buy all the favorable time to get Mir into the best possible state of thought.

He followed Mir around the corpse, not knowing what Mir was looking for on the corpse.

"!" Although Mir cursed, his heart was very excited at this time.

Martin was eager to ask, but he couldn't wait, he was waiting for Mir to ask him questions.

"Martin, look here." Mill asked Martin's oil lamp to get as close to the corpse as possible and said, "Did you see that?" Martin. ”

Martin said directly: "It's a scar, sir." ”

"That's right." Mill nodded and said, "The corpse is in a state of great swelling, and the wound will hinder healing, which will cause the wound to expand, and this person's wound is not left before death, I feel that it is left after death." ”

Mir took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, saying, "It's been 48 hours now, and theoretically, it's impossible to tell whether it's a wound before or after death, and there is no difference between the two." ”

"I came up with a way to go back and see tomorrow night to see if this person's scars would really shrink, and if so, then it would be confirmed that they were left after death." Mir suddenly thought of something and said: "Is it possible that after he really suffocated, the murderer came here again a day later, deliberately leaving a scar." ”

Martin's mind was a little confused, and he didn't know how to answer the question that Mir had analyzed.

"It should be, sir." Martin responded.

"Gone?" Mill asked.

"What's gone? Sir. Martin asked rhetorically.

Mill said, "What do you think?" ”

"I agree with the sir." Martin replied.

"Is your brain resting? Martin. "Mir kind of regretted letting him rest.

"Yes, sir, I don't think about anything right now, and that's what you command." Martin said.

"Good, very good." Mir nodded slowly: "Then I will now order you to start thinking." ”

"Yes, sir."

Martin took a closer look at the tiny scars on the puffiness and said, "Sir, the scars are slender, not shovel marks. ”

"Go on, Martin." Mir expected Martin to really see something.

"The scar is very shallow at both ends, and the closer you get to the middle, the deeper it gets." Martin held out a hand, his thumb and forefinger spread, then approached the scar and said, "The scar is about 5 inches." ”

Mill now had to rely on Martin's thinking, after all, he belonged to this era, and he asked, "What kind of weapon could that be?" Martin. ”

"Let me think, sir."

Martin looked up at the light before dawn broke, and said, "I think it's the Scherscher scimitar." ”

"What?" Mir was eager to see the real thing: "Could it be the Ottoman Sheschel cutlastion?" ”

"Yes, sir." "In our place, the gang was showing off the knife all day long in the streets," Martin said. ”

"When I get back, I'll ask Chris to find me a handful, just in time to come and compare the scars tomorrow night, if it rains." Mir asked, "Does everyone have this knife?" ”

"It used to be, and now everybody has a flintlock pistol in their house, and the French army or the federal army may have it, especially in the more backward places." Martin replied.

"We can do some sifting on this, Martin." The surprise that Mir was expecting had arrived.

"Yes, sir, the murderer is either a member of the army or a man of the wilderness." Martin said.

Mill looked at the problem from the murderer's point of view: "Wait a minute, Martin, what if the murderer stole it or picked it up?" ”

"It's not very likely to be picked up, but it's very likely to be stolen." Martin hesitated for a moment and said, "Does the murderer want to take the blame?" Sounds pointless, sir. ”

"There are so many people who have this knife that they are almost too many to count." Martin said, spreading his hands.

"That would put that out of the way for now." Mir began to look at the clue with a little eyebrow: "Come on, Martin, take a hand." ”

After Mill and Martin lifted the corpse on top to the side, Mill asked Martin to use a shovel to clear the dirt underneath and around it, preferably two-thirds of the body, and then they crouched down to continue to inspect the appearance of the other two corpses.

"Look, Martin, the scars seem to be all the same, but the scars are very deep." Mir seemed to notice something, saying, "This man's puffiness is much smaller than those two." ”

"Didn't they land in the same landfill at the same time?" Mir muttered.

"At first, there was a very high probability that they were buried at random, just like the chief said, every other day, the murderer came here, and finally buried the three of them together." Martin analyzed: "It only rained a lot the day before yesterday, and it rained a little bit yesterday. ”

"I see, Martin." Mil suddenly thought: "He didn't bury it at all, but was thrown out directly, and the murderer may have known through someone else that the people at the police station were not able to work hard, so he would come here to refill it every other day." ”

"The murderer is quite smart, the murderer put this seemingly a little less obvious corpse at the bottom, the rain will penetrate the soil underground, on the level leading to the swamp, only he has more soil on his body, it is thicker, it is like a layer is blocked in the middle, it is a new layer, and the moisture emitted by the swamp also becomes stronger, so that his puffiness will be accelerated."

"I see, sir." Martin touched his chin with his hand and said, "Jacques and Ian don't have any such scars on their bodies. ”

"Yes, Martin, I'm thinking about that too." Mir stared at the scars of the two men and said, "I always feel that the murderer is making some kind of mark, and maybe, more likely, the murderer hates these three people very much." ”

"Bury it, Martin, it's going to dawn." Mir patted his forehead in annoyance and said, "Wait Martin, let's put the most scarred corpse on the top first, and when we fill it, the layer of soil is as thin as possible." ”

"Yes, sir."