Qing Ben's Red Makeup: The Heaven-defying Princess descended from the sky

Chapter 515 Seeing Scars Again
Looking at the several wounds that turned flesh out, Qi Dafang ran out in a hurry, he really didn't want to see such a bloody scene.

I have to say that he really admired Su Wuyou's calm autopsy after seeing him like this, and finally understood why Meng Zhixiang insisted on inviting Su Wuyou to work in the yamen.

For so many years, there has never been anyone in the yamen who does things like Su Wuyou.

"The deceased had a total of nine cuts from the chest to the lower abdomen, but the deadly cut was still on this chest, and only this chest was the deepest." Su Wuyou said.

"Ma Tian, ​​please record it." Meng Zhixiang suddenly looked at Ma Tian.

"Yes." Although Ma Tian was very reluctant to do things for the young man in front of him, Meng Zhixiang had already given the order, and he couldn't refuse, so he walked aside and picked up a pen and paper to start recording.

Although Su Wuyou was doing the autopsy seriously, Ma Tian's action of holding the pen made her frown uncontrollably. Ma Tian probably doesn't know how to write.

"No need, I'll do it myself." Su Wuyou looked at Meng Zhixiang seriously and said.

In fact, to Su Wuyou, it doesn't matter whether these things are recorded or not, she remembers them anyway.

"That's not good." Meng Zhixiang frowned as he looked at Su Wuyou's bloody hands.

The documents that recorded the affairs of the deceased may have been in his hands during the trial, and he didn't want to see bloody documents.

"Why is it not good? I can write more clearly myself." Of course Su Wuyou would not say that it was because she guessed that Ma Tian couldn't write.

"My lord, let this worry-free brother come, the subordinates can't write, at most they can write their own names." Ma Tian said awkwardly.

"What, you can't write!" Meng Zhixiang looked at Ma Tian in surprise. After so many years, he still didn't know that Ma Tian could not write.

"Master, come here." Although Meng Zhixiang knew that Qi Dafang had vomited outside, he knew that Qi Dafang must be able to write in this yamen.

Hearing Meng Zhixiang's yell, Qi Dafang walked in slowly because he was very reluctant to come in.

"grown ups."

"You record it. Later, you will record everything Wuyou says about the deceased." Meng Zhixiang glanced at Qi Dafang and said.

"Yes." Qi Dafang slowly picked up a pen and paper and sat not far away.

"In addition to the nine wounds just now, there was a large bruise under the left rib on the deceased's body. Obviously, this position was caused by being beaten by a heavy object before his death." Su Wuyou said again.

"Then was he beaten first or killed so many knives first?" Zeng Rong asked suspiciously.

"Of course he was beaten first, and then killed." Su Wuyou replied without thinking.

"This bruise is obviously already very dark, which means that it has been more than an hour, and the blood on the deceased's body has not dried up until now. Doesn't this already indicate the sequence of time?" Su Wuyou continued to speak.

Zeng Rong was so shocked by Su Wuyou's answer that he was speechless. It seems that he really underestimated this young man.

"Come and help me do it, I want to check his back." Su Wuyou carefully looked up and down the upper body of the deceased and said to Zeng Rong.

Zeng Rong saw that Meng Zhixiang couldn't refuse even when he was growing up, so he helped Su Wuyou to sit up.

(End of this chapter)