The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

She turned her head and looked at Master Li: "Master Li is very understanding."

Mr. Li: "After all, we have been researching for many years, although it was not used in the end."

The county magistrate pushed the door open and saw that they had just laid several adults on the ground. He was quite speechless: "You can at least use a bed... a couch... Okay, even if you don't have either, you can put them on a table or a stool. The ground is so cold. They haven't convicted anyone yet. It's just Mr. Li and the county lieutenant's opinion."

Mr. Li immediately said, "Sir, I didn't reveal the identity of Prefect Qian."

The county lieutenant whispered, "Neither have I..."

"Since the person was knocked unconscious and sent here, it means there is something wrong. What does it matter if he is on the list or not?" Pan Yun rolled up his sleeves and said, "What's the matter? It's getting dark. What are you doing?"

County Magistrate: "Get ready, and start after dark."

"Yeah, seeing ghosts is even scarier when it's dark." Pan Yun: "County Magistrate Wu, do you want them to see ghosts together or separately?"

County Magistrate: "I want them to meet separately first, and then meet together."

Pan Jun couldn't help but snap his fingers: "Smart! Let's do it!"

The county magistrate said: "Master Pan, the grave has been dug and the three bodies have been sent back. Would you like to go and take a look?"

"it is good."

The county lieutenant hurriedly followed, holding a stack of portraits in his hand: "Sir, I went through all the brothels, brothels and prostitute houses in the city this afternoon, and only verified the identities of nine people."

The county lieutenant handed him nine portraits and said, "But there is one person who is very strange. This person is called Xi Yan. According to the madam of Tianxianlou, she is still alive. She saw her years ago."

The county magistrate paused and asked, "What?"

That was the first portrait the county magistrate painted, of the woman who suddenly turned around and smiled brilliantly, a smile that made people follow her involuntarily, yet felt sad in their hearts.

She was also the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"She's still alive? Then whose body does this belong to?" The county magistrate looked at Pan Yun.

Pan Jun was also a little confused: "Really alive? Could it be fake?"

"That madam's words are so convincing that she doesn't seem to be lying. I've already asked my men to look for her. It's said that she has ruined her appearance and married a farmer in the suburbs. It won't be difficult to find her."

Li Wenying took a step forward and stared at the corpse thoughtfully. After a while, he said, "It's not impossible. Maybe she was just like us. She was once shocked by Miss Xiyan's beauty, so her most profound memory is of her."

"What about her?" the county magistrate asked, "The other remaining souls were the first to condense into their own appearances. How come she only has memories? How can we find her then?"

Li Wenying lowered her eyes and looked at the figure in the painting: "Perhaps she has also become myself, but we just can't see it."

Pan Yun walked forward and also looked down: "Is this the back figure that Senior Brother Li is talking about?"

Li Wenying nodded.

Pan Jun frowned, walked to the corpse, raised her hand and pointed it at the skull. A ball of black mist flew out from between her eyebrows, and dispersed again in front of everyone, like an ink painting. A slender figure appeared, then dissipated, and a memory flashed in a moment.

The woman ran forward lively, looking back and smiling...

Pan Yun stared at the black mist and finally found something wrong: "This remnant soul... is so remnant."

Li Wenying walked quickly forward, picked up her head and examined it carefully. After a moment, he found traces on the back of her head and motioned Pan Yun to come up and take a look.

Pan Yun touched the mark on her head, his face darkening: "This is a wound she sustained during her lifetime."

Li Wenying touched the back of her head again and again, and finally pulled out a needle as thin as an ox hair, her face gloomy: "Soul-locking needle, what a poisonous needle."

"There are two thick needles," Pan Yun searched, "They must have fallen when the body was being moved."

Finally, Pan Yun found a needle as thick as a baby's little finger under the sternum. It was nailed into the brain, rubbing against the skull, so it left a mark on the skull. Pan Yun held the needle and lifted it up, staring at her scattered sternum.

"What's wrong?" Li Wenying walked up and asked.

"Brother, look, she seems to have been dismembered."

Li Wenying looked down and shuddered.

The coroner hurried forward and took a closer look.

Finally, they found traces on the corpse: "What a cruel heart! Did they kill the person, dismember the body, sew it up and bury it?"

"Why?" Pan Jun was puzzled.

"Yes, why?" The county magistrate was puzzled. "Is there anything special about this person? The others were treated roughly and thrown directly into the corpse pit for burial. What's so special about this person?"

Pan Yun said nothing, but lowered his head to count her bones. After half a minute, he said, "Her bones are incomplete. She is missing a sternum, a finger bone, and a leg bone."

Coroner: "The bodies were all piled together. Although we were very careful, it was normal for some to be missing. Maybe they were left there by someone else. So I didn't pay attention last night. Could this... have been taken away on purpose?"

Li Wenying: "That's why her soul is so incomplete. She must have been in great pain when she died, and she must have cursed them severely. That's why they were so afraid of her. Not only did they use the soul-locking needle, they also dismembered her body and took it away."

"To find her ghost, we have to find her body that was taken away." Li Wenying looked at Pan Yun: "Can you calculate the location?"

Pan Jun said nothing, just stared at the corpse. For some reason, he felt a dull pain in his heart.

Li Wenying came closer and was surprised: "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Pan Jun wiped the tears from her face expressionlessly: "No, you saw it wrong."

She turned and walked towards the three new corpses: "Let's take a look at the condition of these three corpses first."

The residual souls of the three corpses are all fine. Not only do they have their own appearances, but they also have the scenes before their death.

Coincidentally, one of the scenes flashed the hideous face of Prefect Qian.

Pan Yun turned his head and said, "See, I told you, it's not unfair to arrest him."

This was the first time they saw the murderer's face so clearly in their "memory" and they were silent for a moment.

The county lieutenant reminded quietly, "Sir, it's getting dark. Those people in the front yard are yelling and cursing. I have had them gagged, but when I caught them today, their families were watching. If they don't confess tonight, tomorrow..."

The county magistrate asked solemnly, "Have those people in the backyard woken up?"

"No, Wu Da was too ruthless. They haven't shown any signs of waking up yet."

"Throw water on them, wake them up, and bring them to this yard."

Pan Yun also rolled up his sleeves and said, "I will set up the formation, and you, senior brother, will help me with the talismans."

Li Wenying went forward silently and did the work for free.

God probably knew that the clouds were particularly thick tonight, covering the moon completely and leaving only a few stars. Even without turning on the lights, the courtyard was pitch black and you couldn't even see your hand in front of you. It was a perfect time to see ghosts.

Several people in the backyard were splashed with water and were not fully awake yet, so they were carried over by the yamen runners and thrown into the yard.

According to what Pan Yun said, they were placed in different directions. Not to mention the talisman formation separating them, even if there was no talisman formation, when they woke up at this moment, they would not be able to see anything except themselves.

"I hope the night sky can stay this beautiful tonight, as dark as ink." (End of this chapter)