A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 115 The Strange Case (1)

Is she being too emotional?
As the undertaker of the law, no matter what the quality of the deceased is, the final result of his behavior should be punished by the law. Regardless of whether the murderer is chivalrous or moral, he has no right to decide the life and death of the victim!

The next day, Yeats went to Yan Zuozuo to get the corpse. There were traces of resistance on the arms and body of the deceased, but they were few and shallow, indicating that the murderer did not give him a chance to struggle. The fatal injury was that the heart was stabbed with a double-edged weapon. He died of excessive blood loss and no murder weapon was found.

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

"Which is more likely?" Yeats asked.

Yan Wuzuo thought for a while and said, "Sword."

"The body was buried?"

Yan Yuzuo nodded, "Pei's son-in-law asked for it."

I have seen the scene and the corpse, and there is the last one - social relations.

After Yeats thanked Yan Zuo, he asked Lao Qin to investigate all of Pei Wenchao's social relations.

"The more detailed the better."

"Okay." Qin Dachuan led 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 early in the morning, and he will come back now. He drank a few mouthfuls of tea and said, "There is a case."

As soon as she was free, Yeats inevitably thought about rejecting Pei Jingning and the woman disguised as a man. She always felt that there was a sword hanging above her head, and it would fall down at some time. When she heard Teng Chong say that there was a case, she immediately put aside her complicated thoughts and asked come over.

"What case?"

Teng Chong replied: "When the family in the Sanyuan Lane section cleaned up the cellar, they found a dead body. It was very rotten, and there was almost only a skeleton left."

"Is there any return to Mr. Lu?"

Teng Chong said: "Come back, Mr. Lu said that he is busy with other cases, and you will take this case."

"Take Yan Wuzuo and let's go."

Zhao Bai also stood up, "Let's go and have a look."

When Yeats returned to the capital, he could join Ye's small group again.

Sanyuan Lane is located at the intersection of the east city and the south city of the capital. There are mostly civilians and small businesses. Most of the courtyards here have one entrance and one exit, or two entrances and two exits. No matter how big, ordinary people can't afford it.

However, the living environment is not bad. Yeats once wanted to buy a two-entry and two-entry independent small courtyard in this section, but he never encountered the opportunity.

When Yeats and others arrived, the Duan family was surrounded. Zhang Jin and others were blocking the curious people who wanted to get in. They squeezed through the crowd and entered the Duan family yard.

"Master Ye, Teng Butou..." Seeing that the two had found their backbone, Zhang Jin quickly stepped forward to salute.

Yeats asked, "Where is the master?"

The head of the Duan family, a man in his 40s, saw the investigating officials coming, and hurried forward, "My lord, Xiaomin left Beijing for four or five years, and just came back from the south. I'm cleaning up the yard, I didn't expect the cellar There's a dead man lying in it, scaring the little people to death!"

Yeats glanced around, the Duan family had a simple population, only seven or eight people, men, women, old and young.

"They all came back from the south just now?"

"Yes, my lord."

Yeats looked up and looked around the house. It seemed that it had been repaired. The roof tiles and some bricks in the walls were all new.

"Has this house been empty for four or five years?"

The Patriarch of the Duan family nodded repeatedly, "We went back to the south to observe the filial piety for our old mother, and we will come back after the filial piety. We didn't want to rent it to others, so we entrusted a friend to take care of it. He came to help me open the door and ventilate it once a month, and clean it by the way. .”

"Shou Xiao..."

"My lord, I was supposed to stay for three years. Later, some business matters were not handled well, so it was delayed for another year or two."

Yeats walked to the entrance of the cellar and distributed masks to several people, "You go down together."

"Yes..." The head of the Duan family nodded and bent down to follow Yeats and the others down the cellar.

In the north, almost every house has a cellar. In autumn, you buy a lot of vegetables and fruits and store them in it. When the snows close the city and roads in winter, you won’t go out again. A large cellar can survive the winter safely.

Yeats saw the skeleton of a dead person, and it wasn't exactly a skeleton. It should be a half-decomposed and air-dried corpse, with a layer of skin on the bones. This kind of corpse, which is between rotten and mummified, actually looks more terrifying.

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

Yeats took out her three-piece suit and inspected the scene with Yan Yuzuo. There were no traces of fighting in the cellar, nor any traces of dried blood.

"This is not the scene of the crime. The body should have been moved here after being murdered." Yeats pointed to the drag marks on the ground that could still be faintly seen despite being eroded by the years.

Yan Wu made an autopsy, "Visual inspection of the length and thickness of the skeleton, this is a male corpse." He then pulled out the mouth of the corpse, "Looking at the degree of wear and tear of the teeth, the age is between 35 and [-] years old."

Yan Wuzuo checked the bones of the corpse from head to toe again, "there is a crack in the back of the skull, the ribs in the chest, and the left calf bone are broken, which should all be caused by blunt force injuries."

After Yeats listened carefully, he looked at the dead man's rotten clothes. They were draped straight to the knees, with rolled edges and lapel collars. They were the style that ordinary men in the Wei Dynasty often wore, nothing special.

"Brother Teng, the thickness of this dress, wear it in spring and autumn!"

"It looks like it is." Teng Chong analyzed, "From this point of view, the deceased died either in spring or in autumn. Yan Zuo, in which season do you think he is most likely to die?"

Yan Wuzuo looked at Ye Zhi, "Master Ye, what do you think?"

"At the end of autumn and early winter." Yeats really gave the answer directly, "If it is spring, the corpse will rot immediately from spring to summer. Only in the dry and cold winter can we air dry the parts that have not had time to rot."

Teng Chong gave a thumbs up in admiration, after what she said, it was indeed the case.

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

Yan Zuozuo shook his head, "The master said he would be away for five years. I can only guess roughly, three to five years."

Half-rotted and then air-dried, it is indeed difficult to date without modern technology.

Yeats picked out the pouch around his waist with tweezers, but there was nothing but a black round grain.

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

Teng Chong and the others shook their heads, "After a long time, I can't even tell what it was."

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

She picked up the purse again. After a long time, the satin purse has faded, but the original color still remains at the stitching. It is an indigo satin purse.

Indigo, also called indigo in some places.There is a saying: blue is better than blue because of blue, 'qing' refers to cyan, and 'blue' refers to the bluegrass from which indigo is made.

Before the Qin and Han Dynasties, the application of indigo was quite common.

In other words, it seems impossible to find out the identity of the deceased through such an ordinary purse.

Yeats looked at the embroidered flowers on it again—Bingdilian, which had a very ordinary meaning, either it was a token from Qingmeier to Qinggege, or it was a purse embroidered by an ordinary wife for her husband.

It didn't make much sense. Yeats casually put in the evidence. She carefully looked at the material of the clothes with a magnifying glass. It was ordinary linen and cotton mixed fabric, which is also a material commonly worn by ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)