Wen Lushan approached under the butter umbrella and asked, "Is this the bone that was yesterday?"

"Yes, sir!" Wang Junzu quickly answered.

"But is there any clue?" he asked again.

"The deceased was beaten and beaten before his death, but he never hurt the vital points! There is no possibility of poisoning! So it seems that the cause of death cannot be confirmed for the time being!" Zhao Chonghuan said seriously.

Wen Lushan nodded, and looked at the bones with his umbrella shadow, frowned slightly.

Xie Changhuai stood on one side, without saying much, only shining with Zhao Chonghuan's serious silhouette, his eyes sinking like a deep well filled with faint light, and he can't see the bottom.

When he first met her in the morning, he noticed her abnormality and sent Luohe to investigate. Sure enough, as expected-

Last night, someone invaded Liluo courtyard and injured people.

How can a person who is so righteous and compassionate to bring disaster to others due to his own reasons!

It was him who was in prison. When he saw her move last night, he also withdrew from the secretly protected guards. However, those people had completely ignored the innocent and killed them at will!

His eyebrows and eyes were still in motion, but his hands behind him had already clenched into fists.

"What were the results of the three women's test last night?" Wen Lushan asked again.

Li Sicheng and others immediately spoke late and looked at Xie Changhuai at a loss.

Xie Changhuai had a serious eyebrows and said to them in a deep voice: "Tell the truth! The priest master is not an outsider!"

"What happened?" Wen Lushan saw that the people in Dali Temple were hesitating, and his eyes flashed, and his expression was a little calm.

"Report to the Zhuang Yuan Gong, please take a look at this item first!"

Li Sicheng hurriedly took out something from his sleeve, walked over quickly, and handed it to Wen Lushan.

Wen Lushan couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he saw Li Sicheng handing over a sign with a solemn expression.

He took the sign and looked carefully, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked up at Li Sicheng in surprise: "I remember this thing, it seems to be owned by Mr. Liu of Pingzhang Mansion, how could it be in your hands!"

Li Sicheng raised his hand and apologized, saying heavingly: "It was the official who dereliction of duty. The three women who had been admitted to the charity room last night disappeared!"

"What?"

Wen Lushan was also surprised suddenly. His handsome face immediately showed a sudden look of enlightenment. He shook the hanging card, "Where did you get this?"

"In the charity room!" Li Sicheng said respectfully again, "It was Brother Zhao who discovered it accidentally!"

Wen Lushan looked at Zhao Chonghuan, and the latter also looked at him.

"We infer that the three women in the charity house may have been kidnapped by Butler Liu!" Zhao Chonghuan said seriously, "So Pingzhang Mansion is still inseparable!"

Wen Lushan quickly calmed down his expression. He knew that He Yansou had not been to court yet. No one knew what was going on in the Daqing Palace today.

"This matter will be settled when the temple minister comes back!"

His expression returned to normal and his eyes were solemn, "The remains transported back last night have become the key evidence of this case. You must be very cautious!"

Everyone said no, that's right.

Wen Lushan pondered for a while, looked back at Xie Changhuai, and said politely: "Young Master, can you take a step to speak?"

Xie Changhuai made a gesture of invitation, and the two of them walked to the secluded place on one side of the wall and whispered quietly.

Zhao Chonghuan glanced at them, then withdrew his mind and lowered his eyes to continue studying the bones.

In these bones, intuition told her that the fatal wound must be in the skull, but why can't it be found?

She thought about it, took another oil tank and gently poured oil down from the head of the head.

When the oil droplets overflowed, she wiped it dry carefully and shone it in the bright spot. The oil was still stuck in the hole in the harbor door, and there was no damage elsewhere.

Zhao Chonghuan turned the skull upside down and looked out from the inside. After a long time, there seemed to be a vague feeling in his mind, but the feeling was always like a fish that was good at hiding, but it suddenly disappeared, and she could not catch it even if she was told.

"What do Brother Zhao thinks about this skull?"

After recording the injuries in other places, Li Sicheng approached Zhao Chonghuan and stared at the skull together to take a closer look.

"Look, if a foreign object penetrates the man's Lumen, the orifice will never be so small!"

Zhao Chonghuan pointed to the penetrating passage of the air, "But, there are only abnormalities in this entire skull, and no other fatal places are abnormal! So the fatal place can only be here! But, what can cause such a small hole?"

"Will it be something like fine needle?" Li Sicheng speculated.

Zhao Chonghuan shook his head: "When entering the nail or needle at the top of the heart, the edge of the hole will not be so smooth! Moreover, since the needle nail is not here, someone pulled out the weapon-"

She made an action of inserting and pulling it out, "Then the hole in this halogen door will become larger, not in this direction to keep it so smooth!"

"Why did that cause such a hole?" Li Sicheng was also confused.

Zhao Chonghuan frowned and pondered. The bird in his mind began to cross again, but the slanted shadow shone on the water, but it disappeared without a trace.

What exactly causes such a strange and tiny hole?

"It's not be beaten to death, it's not poisoning. Could it be that this person died of illness?" Li Sicheng murmured with some frustration.

Death from illness?

Zhao Chonghuan immediately thought that Jiao San, the deceased man in Du Peng's murder case a few days ago, died of a throat-wrenching wind. Although it was a death situation that occurred under Du Fei's deliberate guidance and temptation, it was indeed a death from illness.

Did the owner of this skeleton also die of illness?

Her eyebrows were locked into knots.

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Chapter completed!