All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Engong and his wife immediately showed surprise on their faces.

Mrs. Zhou never expected that Shen Lingxi would come to such a conclusion in less than a cup of tea.

This means that her daughter was really murdered, not committed suicide.

Even Cheng Engong Mu Tiangang looked at Shen Lingxi differently.

What his wife said just now was not polite, but I didn't expect this little girl to be generous.

Shen Lingxi didn't care about the eyes of others, carefully observed the two scars, and even looked up at the beam.

In the matter of autopsy, if you want to test the deceased as "suicide by hanging", you must be very cautious.

After all, once it is confirmed that the deceased was hanged, it means that there is no murderer, and the government does not need to investigate the case again.

But if it is found that there is a possibility of "homicide", even if there is only a little trace, it is safest to ask the presiding officer to order the arrest of the murderer immediately.

"There are two strangle marks on the neck of the deceased." Shen Lingxi pointed to the purple-red strangle mark, "This injury is fatal, proving that the deceased was indeed hanged to death. It's just that this strangle mark is slightly smaller than that of a normal hanged corpse. Shallow, it can be seen that the height of the rope was not high when the deceased died, and such scars did not match the height of the beam."

He also pointed to the white stretch marks, "After a person dies, breathing stops and blood does not flow. Even though they are bound by ropes, the rope marks will not be purple-red, but white. This stretch mark is caused by the transfer of corpses."

As Shen Lingxi said, she walked under the hanging beam, "The corpse should not have been removed from the beam before the master arrived, so that the master could check the state and position of the corpse hanging on the beam..."

She looked at Dong Lixin and asked suspiciously: "When the inner guard found the body, was the body already under there? Have you checked who put the body down?"

Dong Lixin glanced at Mrs. Zhou, but hesitated to speak.

Mu Tiangang, Cheng Engong, explained apologetically, "My wife couldn't bear to hang my daughter's body on the beam, so I asked someone to take it down."

Mrs. Zhou only felt that her face was shameless, and she covered her face with a veil, but she refused to admit her recklessness and stupidity.

"Xue'e is the lord of Bingqing county bestowed by the imperial court. She loved beauty the most during her lifetime. If Quan Xia knew it, how could she be willing to hang her body under the beam all the time..."

Shen Lingxi raised her almond eyes slightly, and asked in feigned surprise, "Could it be that in Madam's eyes, the dignity of a daughter after death is more important than the cause of her death? It is taboo to destroy a crime scene. Even if Madam doesn't understand, she should ask Ask someone else."

Mrs. Zhou choked, "The serious work of the government only needs to be autopsyed to find out the clues, why bother to check from these heretics..."

"Mother be careful." Mu Huai'an interrupted her in a cold voice: "The crime scene related to the dead body belongs to the scope of the author's investigation. Besides, even the author of the Dali Temple will humbly ask Miss Shen for advice. Could it be that mother Do you know more than the Wu Zuo of Dali Temple?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mrs. Zhou's face froze slightly, and she reluctantly closed her mouth.

Shen Lingxi glanced at her lightly, turned around and bowed to Chu Yan, "Since the body has been taken down now, please send an embroidered envoy to the beam for inspection. If the deceased hanged himself, he will struggle before he dies. If there is no chaos on the beam The traces of dust and friction can confirm that the deceased was hanged here after death, and this is not the first scene."

Chu Yan nodded towards Chunjun, signaling him to go up to the beam to check.

Chun Jun possessed lightness kung fu, so he raised his breath and jumped up, then jumped onto the beam of the house.

Sure enough, "There is only a trace of silk rope on the beam, and there is no scratch of struggle." Chun Jun said.

"My poor daughter..." Mrs. Zhou twisted her veil and cried again, "I knew she would not commit suicide, she was murdered... I don't know who killed her, If I found out, I would risk my life to seek justice for my poor daughter..."

At this time, everyone was quietly waiting for Shen Lingxi to examine the body, but she was the only one crying.

In the silent hall, only her cries echoed.

Cheng Engong Mu Tiangang frowned deeply, he couldn't bear the disturbance, "Okay, if you want to cry, go back and cry, don't disturb the Taoist priest's autopsy here, and delay the embroiderer's arrest of the murderer who killed your daughter."

In his tone, he had a little more respect for Shen Lingxi than before.

Madam Zhou stopped crying, tightened the handkerchief in her hand, her face was full of grievances.

Shen Lingxi didn't bother to look at her, she focused all her attention on the dark square table under the beam.

There are a few extremely shallow footprints on the table of Fang Ji.

It looked like something that Mu Xue'e stepped on before she "hanged herself".

With her fingertips, she lightly wiped the corners of the square table, and there was only a light layer of dust.

Then I reached out to wipe the back of the chair next to me——
Obviously, the dust on the back of the chair is much thicker than that on the table.

Shen Lingxi took off the shoes on Mu Xue'e's body, and lightly covered one of the footprints.

"The footprints on it are indeed Mu Xue'e's."

Shen Lingxi thought about it and said: "It's just that it was very windy last night, and there are no doors and windows in the front and back of this hall. The dust on the table should be as thick as the dust on the back of the chair."

"Even if the desktop is trampled by the dead, it will be cleaner than other places, but the dust on the corners should not decrease."

"However, the dust on the corners of the table is thinner than the dust on the back of the chair. It can be seen that after hanging the body to the beam, the murderer deliberately wiped the table to wipe off his own footprints, and then took the dead man's shoes. Cover the footprints..."

After saying this, Shen Lingxi walked back to the corpse, put the shoes back on for Mu Xue'e, and observed the skirt of the corpse.

Just now he raised his head and said to Chu Yan, "It rained heavily last night. There was no trace of rain on the deceased's dress, and the soles of his shoes were not muddy. Presumably, it had not rained before the deceased's death."

"The murderer's ability to move the body here without letting the body drench too much rain means that the location of the crime should not be far from the Dizang Palace. Your Highness, please focus on searching the nearby area, and the first crime will be found soon." on site."

Chu Yan glanced at Chunjun.

Chunjun took the order with his hands in his arms, and went to search with the embroidered clothes envoy.

Cheng Engong Mu Tiangang watched from the sidelines so far, looking at Shen Lingxi, his gaze has changed from suspicion to complete approval.

"Thank you, Daoist, for doing the autopsy on the little girl." He said to Shen Lingxi.

Mu Tiangang is also an important figure in the court. If he is an ordinary person, he will be flattered to treat him like this.

However, Shen Lingxi just saluted, her expression was indifferent.

With such an attitude, Mu Tiangang not only didn't feel that the little girl was ignorant, but instead regarded her more highly.

Shen Lingxi didn't care about Cheng Engong's attitude towards her, her eyes only fell on Mu Huai'an who was standing opposite her corpse.

Judging from the traces left at the scene, the murderer was not a clever killer.

Whether it was the strangle marks on the neck of the corpse or the footprints on the table, they were all obvious suspicious points.

For such superficial traces, not to mention her, even Mu Huai'an, who is well-versed in handling cases, can investigate by himself.

But why didn't he say it just now, but asked her to do it?
Seeing her looking over, Mu Huai'an reached out and pointed at the shoulder of the corpse.

Shen Lingxi lowered her head and looked along where his finger was -
The gorilla felt cloak tightly wrapped the upper body of the corpse.

Shen Lingxi only focused on examining the fatal strangle mark on the neck, as well as the exposed skin and joints.

After being reminded by Mu Huai'an, she stretched out her hand to lift off the tightly wrapped cloak on Mu Xue'e's body.

Under the cloak, there were faint traces of darkness on the shoulders of the white robe.

She reached out and lifted the skirt of her robe——
Immediately saw a small, dry blood hole...