Daming female forensic doctor

Chapter 82 Father Jian Chong

Kind of messy.

Xie Jin rubbed his eyebrows and decided to ask one by one. He waved his hand towards Jian Qing to show that he didn't mind, and then asked the shopkeeper, "Fu Quan, what happened? Why is there no one guarding the shop in front?"

If the name Fu Quan was obtained, Jian Qing thought to herself that no one would owe money to this silk shop.

"Young Master, not only is this piece of fabric useless, but this vat of dye is also broken." Fu Quan was about to cry and pointed at Jian Qing, "It's all your fault. Didn't you say that your short blade fell off? I see, you It must have fallen into my vat, otherwise, how could a good vat of dye change color?"

Jian Qing was an outsider. After looking at the dyed cloth for a long time, he finally saw some clues. The color was indeed not very correct.

In other words, another color has been added.

"Why has the color changed?" Jian Qing asked deliberately, "Isn't this good?"

"Is there any discoloration? I've been working as a dyer for more than 30 years. I can't tell it. There's obviously ocher added here. Is there blood on your short blade?"

Jian Qing was a little confused, "How much dye can there be in this big vat of dye even if it's stained with blood? Why is it so serious?"

Fu Quan was so angry at Jian Qing's words that he almost jumped up, "What do you know? The color of the dye must be pure, and there must be no odd color at all. This vat of dye is considered useless."

After saying that, Fu Quan ordered someone to fish out the dagger from the vat. He determined that Jian and Qing had dropped the bloody dagger into his dyeing vat.Jian Qing didn't care, she just watched everywhere in the yard, just like a robber, not intending to let go of any clues.

Next to the wall, about two feet away, there was a deep footprint. Although it was filled in with someone's feet, due to the rush, it was clearly visible to the eyes of a professional like Jian Qing.Jian Qing lay on the ground and measured the footprints.

I'm so lucky. In this yard, when dyeing and drying cloth, the water on the cloth will drip on the ground. The cloth is raised high to dry, and the ground is not exposed to light, so the ground is a little moist all year round.

If this footprint can be determined to be that of the murderer, then the murderer jumped from a six-foot-high wall and had a great momentum, which is why he left such a deep left footprint on the ground.But, why is there only one?Shouldn't it be with both legs on the ground?

There is a shallow and indiscernible right footprint about one sole of the foot in front of the footprints. That's right!Jian Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking from the tip of his toes, the murderer was running forward. There were dye vats in front of him. Could it be that he threw the ax into this dye vat?

Fu Quan arranged for someone to fish out a cup of tea, but he didn't fish out the short blade from the vat. He couldn't help but said angrily, "You kid, didn't you say you had a short blade? Where did you throw it? Why don't you explain it quickly? , otherwise we will take you to see the officials."

"Are you sure it's a short blade?" Xie Jin asked from the side, pointing to the next door, "The boss Gu of the car dealership over there was killed, was it you who did it?"

Zhao Er's face turned pale, and when he heard this, he ran out quickly.Jian Qing was directly caught by the shop work and sent to the next door.

Zeng Zuochao was still reviewing the work in the car dealership when he heard that the dye shop next door had caught the murderer. He hurriedly asked someone to bring him up. When he saw it was Jian Qing, he asked, "Why is it you?"

Fu Quan said hurriedly, "Sir, this kid used a bloody short blade to destroy one of our dye vats. It happened that Boss Gu was killed here. This kid must have killed someone with that short blade."

Zeng Zuochao knew something was wrong and asked, "What's your name?"

"The villain Jian Qing."

Zeng Zuochao was stunned and asked, "What do you have to say?"

"The villain didn't throw the short blade into the dye vat next door. The reason why the villain said that was because he wanted to go in and have a look. Now, a dye vat over there is contaminated by a different color. The villain thinks that this is a strange thing for adults. A good thing."

"What good thing?" Zeng Zuochao asked doubtfully.

"Shopkeeper Fu, you said that there is an extra touch of ocher in the polygonum blue dye vat. Is that true?"

Fu Quan didn't understand why he originally sent the murderer here, but now the murderer started to question him.But when he saw Master Zhizhou staring at him, Fu Quan reluctantly said, "I have been doing this for more than 30 years. It is impossible to tell the difference. Besides, the fabric has been dyed, how can I make a mistake?"

Jian Qing didn't understand the dyeing business, but she believed that these old craftsmen had a vicious vision. She raised her hands to Zeng Zuochao and said, "Sir, I think that the ocher color that shopkeeper Fu mentioned is very close to the one in the world." The color of blood has been exposed in the air for a long time.”

After the blood is oxidized, doesn't it become close to ocher?
As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked.

Zeng Zuochao didn't have time to ask about the work of the car dealer, so he led the people to the dyeing shop next door.The people watching the excitement at the door also followed suit and moved their positions.

When they arrived at the back door, the people following Zeng Zuochao were about to go in. Jian Qing stopped him, raised his hands and said to Zeng Zuochao, "Sir, please let me say a word."

"You speak!"

"The little one thinks that there are many clues hidden in the backyard here, no less than the crime scene opposite. If everyone rushes in together, there will be many people and messy hands, and it is easy to destroy the clues at the scene. Why don't you, adults, go in and take a look first, and wait for all the clues to be investigated Only then can other people be allowed in?"

"Who are you?" He Jiu asked rudely, "Of course, the adults will make the decision when it comes to the yamen. Why do you want to talk so much around me?"

Zeng Zuochao raised his hand to stop He Jiu, "This little brother is right, just follow me in."

Although He Jiu is a senior official, his seniority in Yingtian Mansion is much older than that of Zeng Zuochao. He Jiu is familiar with all the seven counties under the jurisdiction of Yingtian Mansion. Zeng Zuochao relies on him a lot to resolve cases on weekdays.He Jiu always thought that Zeng Zuochao appreciated him, but he didn't expect that before he could cover up his affection, he would be swayed by this unknown boy.

Jian Qing had already led Zeng Zuochao to look over what she had just discovered. The two of them stood in the middle of the yard, with the dyed fabrics fluttering in the sun and the breeze. Zeng Zuochao asked, "What do you mean, who is the murderer?" What does it look like?”

"Not five feet tall."

"Why do you see it?" Zeng Zuochao was surprised.

"It can be seen from the victim's wounds. The victim was about five feet and one inch tall. If the murderer was about the same height as the victim, then the wound should hit the back of the head with an axe. And the victim's fatal wound was near the back of the neck. Apart from indicating that the murderer was several inches shorter than the victim, the ax should have a short handle."

Zeng Zuochao was startled again and said again, "Please speak!"

"If the ax has a long handle, under normal circumstances, when cutting someone, it should be held at the end of the handle, so as to save effort. From the footprints left by this person, we can see that this person is at least four feet five inches tall. Normal The handle of the ax is about ten inches long. Even if it is held in the middle of the handle, it is at least five inches from one end of the axe. If it were five inches, plus the height of the person, if it were to hit the victim, it should hit the back of the victim's head, not the back. The neck area.”

When Zeng Zuochao thought about it, he suddenly understood. He stared at Jian Qing with burning eyes, "Is your father Mr. Jian Chong?"

　1/2; I will take time to catch bugs tomorrow. I worked all day today and am so tired.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)