Is she too emotional?

As the undertaker of the law, no matter what kind of person the deceased is, the final result of his actions should be punished by the law, and no matter whether the murderer is chivalrous or moral, he has no right to decide the life and death of the victim!

The next day, Yeats asked Yan Chengzuo to get the corpse, and the deceased's arms and body had traces of resistance, but they were not many and shallow, indicating that the murderer did not give him any chance to struggle, and the fatal wound was that the heart was stabbed in the heart by a double-edged sharp weapon and died of excessive blood loss, and the murder weapon was not found.

Yan Qizuo said: "It may be a sword, or it may be a double-edged dagger." ”

"Which is more likely?" Yeats asked.

Yan Yanzuo thought for a while and said, "Sword." ”

"The body is buried?"

Yan Qizuo nodded, "Pei Yuma asked." ”

The scene, the corpse have all been seen, and the last one - social relations.

After Yeats thanked Yan for his work, he asked Lao Qin to investigate all of Pei Wenchao's social relationships.

"The more detailed, the better."

"Okay." Qin Dachuan took the task and left.

Yang Fuquan asked, "What about me?" ”

Yeats smiled, "If you want to learn something, go out with Uncle Qin." ”

"Okay." Yang Fuquan happily went out with Qin Dachuan.

Teng Chong was called out in the morning, and he would come back, taking a few sips of tea, "There is a case." ”

As soon as she was free, Yeats inevitably thought of rejecting Pei Jingning and disguising herself as a man, and always felt that there was a sword hanging over her head, and she didn't know when it would fall.

"What case?"

Teng Chong replied: "When the Sanyuan Lane Duan family cleaned up the cellar, they found a dead body, which was very badly decomposed, and there was almost a skeleton left. ”

"Is there anything to give back to Lord Lu?"

Teng Chong said: "I went back, Lord Lu said that he was busy with other cases, and this case was for you to take over." ”

"Take Yan Yanzuo and let's go."

Zhao Bai also got up, "Let's go, let's take a look." ”

When Yeats returned to the capital, he could join the Yip group again.

Sanyuan Lane is located at the intersection of the east city and the south of the capital, civilians, small businesses are the majority, the courtyard here is mostly one in and one out, or two in and two out, no matter how big, ordinary people can't afford it.

However, the living environment is okay, Yeats once wanted to buy an independent courtyard in this section, but he has never encountered the opportunity.

When Yeats and the others arrived, the Duan family was surrounded by water, and Zhang Jin and the others were blocking the curious people who were about to drill in, and they squeezed through the crowd into the Duan family's courtyard.

"Lord Ye, Teng Zhutou......" Zhang Jin saw that the two of them had found the main backbone, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Yeats asked, "What about the Lord's house?" ”

The head of the Duan family, a man in his forties, saw that the officials investigating the case were coming, and hurriedly stepped forward, "My lord, Xiaomin has been away from Beijing for four or five years, and he has just come back from the south, isn't this cleaning up the yard, I didn't expect that there was a dead man lying in the cellar, and he scared Xiaomin to death!" ”

Yeats's eyes swept around, the population of the Duan family was simple, and there were only seven or eight men and women, old and young.

"All came back from the south just now?"

"Yes, sir."

Yeats looked up at the house, as if it had been repaired, and the roof tiles and bricks in the walls were new.

"This house has been empty for four or five years?"

The head of the Duan family nodded again and again, "We went back to the south to keep filial piety for my mother, and we will come back after keeping filial piety, and I was not willing to rent it to others, so I entrusted a friend to help take care of it, and he came once a month to help me open the door and ventilate, and clean it up by the way." ”

"Filial piety ......"

"My lord, it was originally for three years, but then some livelihood matters were not handled well, so it was delayed for another year or two."

Yeats walked to the cellar and handed out masks to several people, "You go down with you." ”

"Yes, yes......" The head of the Duan family nodded, bent down and followed Yeats down the cellar together.

In the north, basically every family has a cellar, buy a lot of vegetables and fruits in the autumn, and put them in it, and then no longer go out when the heavy snow closes the city and the road in winter, and a large cellar can survive the winter.

Yeats saw the skeleton of a dead man, not exactly a skeleton, it should be a half-decomposed and dried corpse, and there was a layer of skin on the bones, this kind of corpse between decomposing and dry corpse actually looked more terrifying.

The head of the Duan family covered his face the whole time and didn't dare to take a second look.

Yeats took out her three-piece suit and surveyed the scene with Yan Yanzuo, and there were no signs of a fight in the cellar, and there were no traces of blood after it had dried up.

"This is not the scene of the crime, the body should have been moved here after being killed." Yeats pointed to the drag marks on the ground, which could still be faintly seen despite the erosion of time.

Yan Cheng conducted an autopsy, "Visually inspecting the length and thickness of the skeleton, this is a male corpse." He pulled out the corpse's mouth again, "depending on the degree of wear and tear of the teeth, they are between twenty and thirty-five years old." ”

Yan Yanzuo checked the bones of the corpse from head to toe again, "There are cracks in the back of the skull, broken ribs in the chest, and broken bones in the left calf, which should be blunt injuries." ”

Yeats listened attentively and looked at the deceased's rotten clothes, knee-length, trimmed collars, common to ordinary men in the Great Wei Dynasty, nothing special.

"Brother Teng, the thickness of this dress, spring and autumn clothes!"

"Looks like so." Teng Chong analyzed, "In this way, the deceased either died in the spring or in the autumn, Yan Yanzuo, what season do you think he died in what season is it more likely?" ”

Yan Qizuo looked at Yeats, "Lord Ye, what do you think?" ”

"Late autumn and early winter." Yeats really gave the answer, "If it is spring, the corpse will rot directly from spring to summer, and only in the case of dry and cold winter can it be air-dried and the part that has not had time to rot." ”

Teng Chong gave a thumbs up convincingly, after she said so, it was indeed the case.

In what season did death come, but in what year?

Yan Yanzuo shook his head, "The master said that it would take five years to leave, and I can only guess approximately, three to five years." ”

Half-rotten and then air-dried, it is really difficult to determine the time without modern technology.

Yeats used tweezers to pick out the purse around his waist, and there was nothing but a black-looking round grain.

She put the black grains under the magnifying glass and couldn't see what they were, so she asked the others, "Do you know each other, what is this?" ”

Teng Chong and the others shook their heads, "It's been a long time, and I can't see what it is." ”

If you can't see it for the time being, then put it in the evidence bag first.

She picked up the purse again, and after a long time, the satin purse had faded, but there was still a remnant of the original color at the needlework and thread that had not completely faded, it was an indigo satin purse.

Indigo, also called indigo in some places. There is a saying: green, out of blue is better than blue, 'green' refers to blue, 'blue' refers to the blue grass that makes indigo.

Before the Qin and Han dynasties, the use of indigo was already quite common.

In other words, it seems unlikely that the identity of the deceased can be found out through such an ordinary purse.

Yeats looked at the embroidery on it again—and Tilian, the metaphor was also very common, either a token given by his sister to his brother, or a purse embroidered by an ordinary wife for her husband.

It didn't make much sense, Yeats casually put in the evidence, and she carefully looked at the material of the clothes with a magnifying glass, ordinary linen and cotton mixed fabric, which is also the material that ordinary people often wear.

(End of chapter)