A circle of emerald like a pavilion summer lotus, with vibrant greenery, lying gently and elegantly in a wooden box.

When my grandmother was alive, she often said that she would leave this family heirloom bracelet as a dowry in the future.

Zhu Jiangjiang, who is married or not, doesn't care, but the return of this bracelet to her side makes her feel at ease.

Ma Xiao was at fault for this accident, he didn't have the face to confess the cause of the accident in front of his family, but he didn't dare to say a bad word about Zhu Jiang Jiang in front of his family.

So this blind date is quite successful, although the relationship between the two children has not been negotiated, but the cooperation between the two families of Ma Zhu has been negotiated.

As soon as the cooperation between the two was finalized, Chen Chen knowingly and interestingly asked people to send what she wanted before Zhu Jiangjiang was discharged from the hospital, and settled the medical expenses by the way.

In addition to the bracelets, there were also a few books.

Zhu Jiangjiang dipped a little water on his fingertips, deftly rubbed the corners of the book, and tore the covers of three of the books one by one.

The covers of these three books are relatively thick, sandwiched between two layers of cotton paper, and after they are torn, a few thin sheets of rice paper fall out of them-

These three pieces of paper are the secret recipes for snake medicine that Father Zhu wanted to find but couldn't find everywhere!

When my grandmother was alive, someone wanted to buy the secret recipe for snake medicine, and a secret recipe was bid for 30 million!

When Zhu's father rushed to Liangshan for funeral, he took all the books away as soon as he entered the door, and Zhu Jiangjiang never had a chance to take out the secret recipe.

Now she finally took it out, but she hadn't figured out what to do with it. If you plan well, her merit points may be settled.

Zhu Jiangjiang reglued the covers of the three books, locked them with the bracelets, and found another place to hide the secret recipe before washing and falling asleep.

Early the next morning, Ping An Building, beauty room.

"No wonder I always feel like I smell barbecue, and I think I didn't have enough for breakfast." Datang muttered.

Before the words fell, I heard Zhu Jiangjiang cough twice as if warning. Realizing his laxity, he hurriedly straightened his posture, carefully put No. 38 on the operating table, and bowed three times.

"Don't blame it, don't blame it, I'm fat and cheap, don't be weird, sir."

"Have a sense of respect for the deceased, they are no different from the living, they are all our customers."

Zhu Jiangjiang didn't say anything, and after Datang apologized, he put on gloves and started working.

No. 38 was a middle-aged man who unfortunately died in a fire, and the cause of death was that he could not escape in time and was suffocated by thick smoke.

His eyes were closed, and there were marks on the bridge of his nose from long-term glasses. The lips are red, the hair on the surface of the body is scorched, the body is slightly curled, and the skin of the whole body is scattered with the redness and swelling of the tissues at the edge of the burn.

It is especially severe on the lower limbs and back, with a large area of blisters and eschar on top.

Killed by suffocation, Thirty-Eight's hand is in the shape of a typical chicken claw.

Zhu Jiangjiang rushed down from the head with the water hose all the way, and when he raised his hand, he unexpectedly found two strings of strange numbers written in the palm of No. 38.

If you look closely, it's a phone number, and a six-digit password.

"Wait a minute."

Zhu Jiangjiang motioned for Datang to stop working, took off his gloves and wrote down the number on a piece of paper.

"Whose phone number is this? Could it be that the thirty-eighth was murdered? Datang leaned over with a curious expression.

"How can there be so many murderers, Detective Anthony watches too much at night?"

Zhu Jiangjiang joked, but out of caution, she put on her gloves again and touched No. 38 from beginning to end.

The first thing that can be determined is that the cause of death of the thirty-eighth is indeed suffocation. Upon opening his mouth, it was clear that the larynx was swollen.

Secondly, there were no other defensive injuries on the body, and the erythema on the edge of the skin burn tissue was obviously swollen, which was obviously a characteristic of burning death before death.

Finally, although the forensic doctor did not perform an autopsy after the burning, he did a blood test on the blood, and it is possible that he was poisoned.

In general, there is no doubt about the cause of death of the Thirty-Eight.

Since there was no doubt, Zhu Jiangjiang rolled up his sleeves and continued to work with confidence.

Use a brush to remove the broken and rotten flesh on the surface of the skin, and scrape the burnt hair with a razor blade before rinsing and disinfecting again.

After the rotten flesh on the leg was scraped off, the hole left was relatively large, and the back was a little uneven.

Zhu Jiangjiang specially blended two kinds of repair liquids, the high cotton content was filled on the legs, and the back part only added a little cotton wool to the vulcanized latex.

The back only needs to be repaired simply, but after the leg is shaped and air-dried, it needs to be smoothed several times to adjust the appearance.

There are many processes that need to be carried out in three phases, and Zhu Jiangjiang can only repair his legs while dealing with other places.

Finally, before lunch, the 38th VIP was dealt with. And at this time, Zhu Jiangjiang also received a message from Shi Chong's reply-

When she was just resting, she took the time to send the phone number to Shi Chong, asking him to help check the relevant information of this number.

"Park Jianguo?" Zhu Jiangjiang chewed these words, only feeling that the name was familiar.

"Isn't Park Jianguo the 38th VIP? What's wrong with him, is it really him who killed? Datang tried to peek at Zhu Jiangjiang's mobile phone, but he was bulky and was blocked by Zhu Jiangjiang.

"You stupid boy, go get some food."

It's so strange, why write your phone number in the palm of your hand?

Zhu Jiangjiang took out his mobile phone and tried to use his mobile phone to dial the number 38 VIP.

"Hello! The phone you are calling is turned off. Now I will transfer you to the voicemail, please leave a message after the 'beep' sound......"

Zhu Jiangjiang suddenly blessed her soul, and after a hurried meal, she returned to the office, and was about to look through the information to find out the contact information of the family of the No. 38 VIP, but was told that the family had come.

The funeral of the 38th VIP was held in the Jixiang Building at this time, and it can be seen that he was a teacher who was loved by the students during his lifetime, and there were many young people in the auditorium.

"Thank you! He wears leather shoes every day when he goes out, and he says that he should set an example for his students and pay attention to grooming. "The wife of the thirty-eighth has red eyes, and she is holding a child of seven or eight years old in her hand.

"I was worried that he would blame me for the funeral and let others see him walking so badly...... I didn't expect it to be so well packed, thank you so much. ”

After learning of Zhu Jiangjiang's guess, she did not hesitate to take out her mobile phone and dial the phone number of her voicemail.

"It's just my guess, maybe it means something else." Zhu Jiangjiang comforted.

"No, you're right. It was most likely the password for the voicemail, and he called me four or five times before he died, but I didn't get it...... He's such a romantic person......"

Before the woman could finish speaking, she heard a message ringing on her mobile phone.

"Ye Mei, my love, I called you wife one last time, and I can't give you a gift on the anniversary. I'm sorry for you for too much, not a good man, I want you to be free and happy. Yueyue, Dad will always love you and take good care of Mom. ”

There was silence in the auditorium, except for the messages in the amplification of mobile phones.

Zhu Jiangjiang touched the moist corners of his eyes and left quietly.