The Delicate Lady Coroner Chapter 172: Nine ileum 04

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Chapter 172 Nine Ileum 04

"The paint used to color these gadgets, could it be that this child had something to play with before he went missing?" Wu Xiang finished speaking and held the knife at his waist, "I'll go ask him what he was holding before he went missing. , if there is no way to get the paint, then the paint is related to the murderer."

Bao Ruoyou thought the same way, nodded, and Wu Xiang turned around and walked to the front hall.

Bao Ruoyou looked away, then untied Wen Jin's clothes and began to examine them carefully.

Wen Jin had a lot of minor bruises on her body, but there were no more external wounds. She Ruoyou had a cluster of eyebrows. Wen Jin had obviously lost too much blood, but her neck and wrists were full of blood vessels. But there was no injury, so how did the blood on his body flow out?

Just based on the soybean-sized injury on the sole of the foot?

The wound was on the inner edge of Wenjin's big toe. Although the wound was small, it was not shallow, but it was far away from the person's heart. It was hard for Bo Ruoyou to imagine that this wound could injure someone's body. The blood flowed out, and she checked the wound and found that it was a pre-mortem wound. When a person is alive, all wounds will heal on their own. For a wound as big as this, even if the bleeding stops, it will condense into a scab after a while.

Her eyes were getting darker and darker, and she had just thought about doing an autopsy. But thinking about the appearance of Mr. Wen and his wife, she felt that it would be extremely difficult to do an autopsy. At this time, she suddenly saw two tattoos on Wen Jin's wrist. Strange light-colored bruises all over.

The two bruises were in the shape of a double ring, about three inches apart in the middle. They were somewhat obvious on his extremely pale skin. She found some white vinegar from the box and carefully applied it on the two bruises. on the marks, and then smeared it on the limbs, chest and abdomen of the deceased. While waiting, Bo Ruoyou looked at the paint again.

After being soaked in water for too long, the paint has softened, leaving a small mottled red mark on the paper. This is a darker red than cinnabar. Bo Ruoyou only thinks it is a bit common and cannot distinguish it for a while. Will be painted on.

At this time, Wu Xiang came from the front hall and said as he entered the door: "I asked the couple, and they said that they lived in this inn for a month, and they did buy a few things for the child, but they were all wooden horses, windmills, and wooden swords. Such a plaything, and he did not bring any playthings with him when he took the child to the porridge shed and the market that day. It was not easy for this young master, and Mrs. Wen got the root of the disease. Over the years, she has been treated like a jewel. He is loved and cared for by his personal nanny, who will never let dirt get under his nails."

Wu Xiang finished speaking in one breath and said firmly: "The couple are sure that this thing must have been stained outside. And just now I went to their room and took a look. The wooden horse and windmill they bought for their children did have it." The color, but one is the paint on it, and the paint on the other does not match the color found in the nail, and I just tried it and it was not easy to remove."

"This is also a problem." Bo Ruoyou stared at her eyes and said: "Ordinary good objects are made of colored paint, which is not easy to fall off. And those made of paint will not fall off just by touching them, unless the craftsman makes them. It's rough."

Wu Xiang rolled his eyes and asked, "Could it be the small objects sold in the market? They looked colorful, but they were all crudely made. Moreover, they went to the market that day. Could it be that the child bought them by himself?" Something? Or... the murderer used something to lure him?"

Bao Ruoyou had no clue yet, so he just asked: "Have you ever asked them if they have any grudges?"

Wu Xiang shook his head, "I asked the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper said that the Wen family believes in Buddhism and is very kind to others. They have lived in the shop for more than a month and are very generous with their money. Everyone in the shop treats them very well. Thoughtful, this young master is also very well-behaved and sensible. On weekdays, they don’t go to the temple to pray. The young master is always taken by his grandma and plays with the boys. The clerks in the store like to tease him. Today, the clerks in the store also After asking, it was consistent with what the shopkeeper said. I sent people to find a few guests who had stayed at this inn before. They all said that the Wen family was very kind. Although everyone felt unlucky that the young master died this time, But I’m also very sympathetic.”

If he only stayed in the store for a day or two, he could still hide it, but this time the Wen family stayed for more than a month, and the words spoken by everyone in the store were enough to prove that there was no fraud. Bo Ruoyou frowned and looked at the body of the deceased. Doubts abounded in my heart.

"Such a harmful method is indeed not like ordinary revenge." After a slight pause, Bo Ruoyou couldn't help but ask: "Possible autopsy?"

Wu Xiang looked troubled, and Bo Ruoyou said: "Although it is inferred that he died of excessive blood loss, it is still difficult to make a conclusion just by looking at the body surface. It can only be confirmed after an autopsy."

Wu Xiang sighed, "Not to mention the autopsy. I just said that they were unwilling to send the child's body back to Yizhuang, saying that such a place would damage the child's remains. They also wanted to put the child's coffin as soon as possible. Set up a mourning hall here."

Bo Ruoyou didn't sound surprised, "That's it, I will check it carefully."

When the scars on the neck appeared, Bo Ruoyou checked the deceased's mouth, nose, head and face again. The strange thing was that there were still no external injuries, and even bruises were rare. Bo Ruoyou said in a deep voice: "From the foot of this mountain How many roads are there from the town to the back mountain?"

Wu Xiang said hurriedly: "Three ways, either go around the back mountain from the east, or go around the back mountain from the west, or enter the Xiangguo Temple, and then go down from the west gate of the Xiangguo Temple. These three days of walking in the mountain Walking around is the fastest, but even so, it takes half an hour to walk. The place where the body was found was not at the foot of the back mountain, but in the forest halfway up the mountain. As a child, there was no way he could climb up halfway up the mountain by himself. ."

After Wu Xiang finished speaking, he also thought about the unreasonable point, "If the murderer wants to take a child to such a far place, how can he not be discovered? Even if he is coaxed, the child will be too far away from his parents. It’s impossible not to struggle without fear, but there are very few external injuries on his body.”

Bao Ruoyou thought for a moment with piercing eyes, and suddenly a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "It is not impossible. If the child is packed up in a sack or a cage...but the child will scream bitterly, and it is the Xiangguo Temple that day. On the day of giving soup, it is impossible to abduct the child among the many tourists. I checked and found that there were no bruises or abrasions in his mouth, and it did not look like he had been gagged."

Wu Xiang couldn't figure it out and grabbed a handful of hair anxiously, "Could it be... someone the child knew well? He first took the child away based on this trust, and then left everyone's sight before kidnapping him. Let’s go.”

Bo Ruoyou's eyes lit up slightly, "It's not impossible." After a pause, she asked again: "There is another crucial place. Where his body was found, there shouldn't be a lot of blood stains, right?"

When Bo Ruoyou heard Wu Xiang talk about the case, he did not emphasize that there was a lot of blood where the body was found, so even if there was blood, it would never go to a scary place. Sure enough, Wu Xiang nodded. He said: "Yes, we haven't found it yet. Hou Yang came in the morning and sent someone to check the place where the body was found. Even though it was snowing, there weren't many traces. Later, when I asked the masters at Xiangguo Temple, they said there was no trace of blood there. ..."

"Then the place where he was murdered was not in the back mountain, but somewhere else." Bo Ruoyou said firmly. She turned her eyes and looked at the clothes that had been taken off. The clothes of the deceased were The bamboo-green silk and satin laminated gown had complicated and gorgeous patterns, but it was now covered with mud, and the mud covered any traces that might have been left behind.

Wu Xiang also said: "Also, his lost shoes and socks have not been found in the back mountain. It is snowing now. When the snow stops, we will send someone to look for them."

Bao Ruoyou nodded and looked carefully at the clothes in his hands. After looking back and forth several times, he finally found a mark on the hem of the gown. The brown mud was shaken off after drying, but it There was a piece of dirt underneath that was not covered up. Bo Ruoyou carefully scraped off the piece of dirt. Wu Xiang stepped forward and took a look and said, "Is it also paint?"

The color and shape are indeed similar, but Bo Ruoyou did not answer. She dipped it in water to try it again, and found that it was difficult to blend into the water. Soon, she frowned, "It's wax, it's red wax-"

Red wax? Wu Xiang subconsciously asked: "The red candle used for worship in Xiangguo Temple?"

"It's very possible." Bo Ruoyou remembered that on the way here, almost every shop sold incense candles. "The candles rubbed against his robe. The place where he was murdered was probably where there were incense candles." At..."

Wu Xiang felt even weirder when he heard this, "Don't say it was in the Buddhist hall..."

Bo Ruoyou shook his head, "This shouldn't be possible. People from Xiangguo Temple come and go and harm people in the temple. It's too easy to be discovered."

Wu Xiang added: "Either one has a place for sacrifice at home."

Bo Ruoyou looked at Wen Jin's body. Less than half an hour later, the scars on his chin and collarbone were indeed more visible, but Bo Ruoyou was thinking, "Ordinary murders, whether for money or hatred." , everyone wants to be clean and leave no traces, but this time the murderer treated a child like this. He lost most of his blood, and it can be said that he died of bleeding. Did the murderer have a twisted mind and wanted to watch a child die alive, or did he What you want is this child’s blood?”

"You want human blood? What do you want human blood for?" Wu Xiang's scalp felt numb for a while.

Bao Ruoyou looked at the scraped wax again and shook his head, "I don't know either."

After she finished speaking, she saved the wax and paint, and then looked at the scars on Wen Jin's wrists. At this time, she discovered that the scars were not only ring-shaped, but also had many flakes on the skin about three inches wide in the middle. The bruises were shaped like bruises and became more serious the closer they were to the palms. The two circular scars were also more serious closer to the wrists.

Bo Ruoyou's eyebrows were solemn and her mind was racing. At a certain moment, she suddenly straightened up and said, "I know how he died."

Wu Xiang was confused, "Didn't he die from blood loss?"

"It is true that there was blood loss, but it is not so easy to die of excessive blood loss with minor injuries." She looked at the deceased with compassion, "He was hung up, and the blood veins on the inside of his feet were opened. Cut the mouth, so that the blood from the body flows out from the soles of the feet."

Wu Xiang felt horrified in her heart, "This...is this method really possible? The wound is so small!"

Bo Ruoyou said in a cold voice: "I didn't understand it at first, but I suddenly remembered that my father had taught me some medical skills, saying that there are two main meridians in the human body, which originate from the heart cavity and extend to the whole body. The two veins end on the foot, and one of them is where he was injured. This wound was not done randomly, but was broken by looking for blood. It seems to be small, but if the deceased is hung up, there will be blood. The bleeding didn't stop, and the ring-shaped scars on his wrists were not rope marks, but broad and hard objects that looked like shackles."

Wu Xiang became more and more unbelievable, "The child was kidnapped and bled, and hung up in shackles to bleed... This... what is the murderer trying to do? Is it possible that he really wants to take the child's blood? But What can human blood be used for? There’s no way anyone would like to eat human blood, right?"

The blood of livestock is edible, but I have never heard of human blood being edible. Wu Xiang had goosebumps on his arms, but thinking about the earlier case of strangling and skinning the girls, he felt that it was ridiculous. Horrible things can happen.

Bao Ruoyou did not rush to deny his guess, but said: "We still don't know what the murderer wants to do, but his mental goals are unusual. This time, we are encountering difficulties again."

Without knowing the murderer's motive, he lost the direction of his search, and the case became more difficult to solve. Wu Xiang also felt at a loss.

The two were thinking hard in silence when the sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded outside. Bo Ruoyou turned to look out the window and saw that the heavy snow that had been falling earlier had stopped at this time, and the sky broke through the clouds, reflecting a Dazzlingly bright.

It was already noon when they arrived early in the morning, and the autopsy and examination were delayed. If it was sunny at this moment, the sun would have set in the west. Unfortunately, the autopsy could not find much, and there were many guests in this inn, and the Wen family often visited the prime minister's country. In the temple, I don’t know how many people have met them. Many clues will have to be investigated by the government officials.

"The time of death should be late at night on the 11th when he was lost. The weather has changed in the past few days, and it is difficult to determine the exact time, but it will not be during the day on the 12th. The wound on the foot was pierced by a thin blade, as long as there is a sharp Any sharp or thin weapon can be used. It is difficult to determine the murder weapon at the moment. And the place where he was killed now has only wax as a clue. It is really difficult to solve. What is even weirder is that it is not known how he was taken away. If the back mountain Just to dump the body, the murderer also had to take him to a place of bloodletting. After he was murdered, he also had to take the body out quietly. This was done in a covert manner, especially since he would cry a lot at the beginning. If you are not careful, you will be discovered."

Bao Ruoyou pondered for a moment and then said: "The murderer should be familiar with the terrain here and the blood and meridians of the human body. He should have some knowledge of medicine and have a way to bring Wen Jin in and out quietly. We can focus on the investigation. There were carriages and sedans coming and going, and after killing someone, he had to go to the back mountain to dump the body. He must have been alone on the night of November, but he was very likely to be seen once he went out."

After saying this, Wu Xiang already knew something in his heart, "I understand. I want to take someone to Xiangguo Temple and then visit the town. It's getting late now, so I'll ask someone to take you back. Beijing? Otherwise, I will stay here all night."

Bao Ruoyou looked out the window, knowing that it was a long way back to Beijing, and it would be useless to leave the body without an autopsy, so he nodded, "I've worked hard to catch the head. I'll think about it when I go back. If I think of anything else, I'll go to the Yamen to find it." Headhunting."

Wu Xiang responded. After she regained her appearance as Wen Jin's corpse, put away the suitcase and cleaned her hands, she called a messenger to **** Bao Ruoyou back to Beijing. He left the inn with her and watched her get on the carriage.

After bidding farewell to everyone, the carriage returned along the long street of the town. The heavy snow had stopped, and all the shops and inns that had been closed were open. There were also many tourists on the long street, and some shops were selling incense and candles. After putting it out, you can vaguely hear some cries.

Bao Ruoyou lifted the curtain and took a look, then lowered the curtain and leaned on the carriage wall to rest her mind. While she was carefully calculating whether there was any place to miss, a few crisp nursery rhymes came into the carriage.

"...The iron is four, and the four-point flower needle is easy to pick."

"Five irons, five rice dumplings to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival..."

Bo Ruoyou's heart moved. She didn't expect that the nursery rhyme she had just heard in the city was also available outside the city. However, this rhyme was also passed down orally, so it was not weird. However, she was moved by the clear children's voices. , thinking of Wen Jin lying coldly on the table, she felt pity in her heart. She opened the curtain again and saw five children not far away singing nursery rhymes in a circle.

This nursery rhyme has dozens of sentences according to the number. Each of the five children seems to be giving orders. The carriage walked slowly on the long street, and Bo Ruoyou kept watching the children reciting each sentence, which can be passed down. When she came to the child who had his back turned to her, the child suddenly lost his voice, as if he had never spoken. But seeing him clapping his hands and shaking his head, Bo Ruoyou felt that he was thinking again.

She felt strange in her heart and couldn't help but stare at the child. At this time, the sound of the carriage passing by the bluestone alarmed several children. They all looked towards her, and the child with his back to her also turned around at this time. , at this moment, Bo Ruoyou's pupils shrank.

A ghost mask with a red face and fangs was placed on the child's face.

His mouth and nose were covered, and only a pair of eyes were exposed from the dark holes of the mask. Bao Ruoyou felt nervous and quickly stopped the carriage.