Since the last time he encountered the case of corpses in the water, Yan Yanzuo has specially tested what state the corpses will appear in the water at different times, but after all, they are all experiments made with mice, and they are a little uncertain.

"Ye Pingshi, do you see if the deceased's skin is swollen and wrinkled?"

Yeats put on a special glove, picked up the tweezers and gently pulled out the fingers, and then moved to the feet of the deceased, uncovering the corners of the deceased's skirt.

Seeing Yan Yan waiting for her to explain, he said: "People fall into the water, the state in the water, with the season, the water temperature and show different corpse changes, from the beginning of the skin bubble white, and then swollen, as the human skin is destroyed by the microorganisms in the water, it will retract and wrinkle, and this process: spring and autumn take six to twelve hours, winter needs one to two days, summer only needs six hours. ”

Yan Qizuo said, "It's the end of the hour, push forward six hours, isn't it the beginning of last night?" ”

In ancient times, it was nine o'clock in the evening in modern times.

Yeats nodded, "Almost." ”

She was really not good at ancient poisons, and asked, "Lord Yan, what kind of poison do you like?" ”

Yan Yanzuo picked off the deceased's eyes, mouth and nose, "Arsenic." ”

Yan Ye and the others unanimously concluded that the deceased was pushed down the river or choked on the water when he was poisoned, but even if the murderer did not push the deceased, the deceased would soon die of poison.

Yeats's eyes fell on the slightly bulging belly, pressed in the direction of the stomach, and could hear the sound of water snorting in it, and pressed down on the abdomen, she put her ear on the stomach of the deceased, and listened while pressing, there was a sound of water, but it was not as obvious as pressing the stomach.

When listening to the voice, Yeats's face was turned sideways, so that she naturally faced the person next to her. And these people are the servants of Yin Suniang, who Teng Chong and Zhang Jin just held together.

When Yeats pressed the deceased's belly, a young girl's eyes became nervous as she tapped the deceased's belly.

Yeats's eyebrows moved, but he remained silent.

Because it has been in the water for nearly six hours, the Grand Canal is not an ordinary inland river, even if there is no wind and the water on the wide river surface has a speed, after drifting, the ornaments on the head of the deceased are basically gone, only a jade bracelet on the wrist and a ring on the ring finger.

The deceased has been examined and now the scene of the crime is to be investigated. Obviously, the scene of the crime this time is not a dock, and it will take time to find it.

Yeats got up and asked, "Who found the dead?" ”

A few people looked at the crowd of onlookers, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was shyly replied by everyone, "I! ”

Someone saw that his answer was not complete enough, so they added a sentence to him, "He is a guy from the Mountain Picking Gang, his surname is Mao, and everyone calls him Mao Ah Si." ”

"Brother Mao, when you found out, the deceased floated in that direction?"

Some people thought it was funny, "Hey, Lord Official, will you handle the case, obviously, now in the summer, whether it is windy or not, the water flows from the southeast." ”

Teng Chong came over with a bluff, "It's itchy skin, right, the government handles the case, routinely asks about the case, and asks you to talk more." ”

The person who interjected saw that although the official was fierce, he was not really a murderer, he grinned, scratched his head and stood behind him.

Seeing that the official was still waiting for him to reply, Mao Asi nodded heavily, "Boss Qian is right, it flows from the southeast." ”

And they all looked in the southeast direction.

The Grand Canal is in a north-south trend, but it is not straight south and straight north, but follows the direction of the monsoon, and the direction is also facing the southeast direction, and the southeast direction along the canal is a bustling street, similar to the east city in the capital, with a forest of shops, inns, warehouses, and houses.

It's not easy to find the scene of the crime in such a complicated place.

Yeats nodded, "Thank you, Brother Mao." ”

She turned around and whispered to Lord Yan, "My lord, Teng Zhutou and I want to find the scene of the crime, and we will trouble you here." ”

Yan Qizuo nodded, "I'll transport the deceased back to Yizhuang first." ”

As soon as Boss Yin heard that his daughter was going to be pulled away, it was a sad heart, and he struggled desperately to prevent others from touching his daughter, "My poor daughter...... You're dead, how can you let your father live! ”

I don't know if there were too many sins in the previous life, in this life, except for this daughter, Boss Yin, whether it is a concubine or stealing, all women's stomachs don't even move.

Originally, I wanted to recruit a son-in-law, but I didn't expect God to directly cut off his bloodline, and even his only daughter was taken away by God, which is called a life without love.

Boss Yin wanted to die, but he was finally stopped by Teng Chong and others.

"Brother Teng, everyone in the Yin family will be brought to Dali Temple first, and I will go back from the south of the moat to judge people."

Teng Chong was curious, "Little Brother Ye, are you going to find the scene of the crime?" ”

Yeats looked at the tumultuous river flowing from southeast to north, "The murderer must have been a young man in his early twenties, six and a half feet tall, neither fat nor thin, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes......"

Someone in the mountain picking gang exclaimed, "Isn't this the son-in-law of the Yin family?" ”

Yeats looked at the startled middle-aged man, smiled slightly, turned around and paced in front of him, pointed to the young man next to him and said, "He is also six and a half feet, not fat or thin, with ...... eyebrows."

The young man he pointed at was so frightened that he almost shouted to his mother, "The official master and the people didn't kill anyone, you can't wrong......

"You're certainly not a murderer."

The young man who was accused slapped his heart in fear, "Master Guan, you scared the people to death." ”

Yeats looked at the middle-aged man who was surprised, "Big brother, it's not too late to wait for others to say everything in the future." ”

"Yes...... "The middle-aged man's face flushed.

Yeats arched his hand at him, "If you see someone who is six and a half feet tall and obviously doesn't have any ink, but looks like a scholar, you can report to Yan Xiaoniang's side, if it is confirmed that it is indeed a murderer, there will be a reward." ”

Boss Yin, who was finally persuaded not to seek death, heard this, beat his chest and cried, "It must be Ji Shuhuai, it must be him...... I knew it was him......"

Yan Qinglian was entrusted by Yeats, which made her happy, and hurriedly told her, "The Ji Shuhuai in Boss Yin's mouth is his future son-in-law." ”

"Why does he think so, and why?"

Yan Qinglian said, "First, Ji Shuhuai's home is on the southeast side of the riverside street, five or six miles away from the canal wharf here, and second, Boss Yin takes a fancy to Feng Ji Shuhuai, but Ji Shuhuai is unwilling, but there is a sick old lady at home, and she has to agree because she is trapped in money." ”

"Has he read books and tested for fame?"

Yan Qinglian replied, "Yes, he is a showman, because the old lady is sick, he has to be the bookkeeper, and he happened to be the bookkeeper of Boss Yin's family." ”

(End of chapter)