It was already afternoon, and the two of them arrived late. The glutinous rice noodles from Wang Ma's house had turned into fried cakes in Di Renjie's mouth. They mixed some minced meat and very finely pickled dried vegetables and buried them on the bank of the Yellow River.
Bake it in black stones until it's half-cooked, then pass it through the boiling hot oil and throw it on the table while it's still hot. It will keep spinning. It's very fun.
Li Chongrun asked for one, took a bite and chewed it tastelessly in his mouth, trying to see through the thin wooden coffin and see clearly who was lying inside.
The team hadn't approached yet, and no one could hear what was being cried, so Li Chongrun could only judge from the actions of a few people.
"Uncle, I guess the person who died today was a child, not very old."
"Oh, how come you can see that?" Di Renjie didn't judge and just continued to eat his cake.
"Look, the middle-aged man holding the banner does not look heartbroken. The person who died should not be a direct relative of his family. The soul-calling banner was cut from white paper. The material is thin and short, so I wanted to prepare it.
He was in a hurry, he couldn't be an old man, and he died in a hurry."
"It makes sense." Di Renjie continued to eat the cake.
"The people carrying the mulberry trees were mostly old and weak, and they didn't use carriages. They were probably going to the mass graves in the north of the city. If they were their own relatives, they wouldn't be so casual. I heard that next to the North City is the largest earth temple in the city.
The beggars often gather here on weekdays, so it is very likely that the beggar who died from a sudden illness in the Tutu Temple."
Luoyang, the capital of the gods, has many huazi. When the Grand View Garden first opened, some huazi were instigated to cause trouble. Li Chongrun heard about several larger huazi factions.
It's just that in the face of absolute authority, these tricks are really not good enough, and they are even useless. There is a big brother on the road with tattoos of loach and civet cat, who wants to take advantage of Wu Qi while he is drunk, but is later...
Li Si, who was helping the cook, and the others removed their arms on the spot. When Luoyang Order's people came, they just locked up the eldest brother and took him away. He is still in prison. From then on, the entrance to the Grand View Garden became a
It is the cleanest and safest place in Luoyang, the capital of China.
"If Hanako gets sick, he usually goes to the Tianjin Bridge and kneels down to the palace to beg for his life, or goes to the gate of the Dabaoen Temple to wait for death. He rarely dies in this mountain temple, and even if he dies in the mountain temple
, naturally they were sent to Yizhuang." Di Renjie shook his head. "The government will not put the corpses in Yizhuang in coffins, but wrap them in straw mats and throw them to the north of the city. Of course it is not like this."
When Li Chongrun heard what Di Renjie said, he realized that he had made the mistake of eating minced meat. How did the beggar get the money to buy a coffin?
"Young man, I really can't see anything unusual. It feels like an ordinary funeral for an ordinary person." Li Chongrun simply gave up his reasoning, holding the pancake in his hand and chewing it like a wolfberry.
"I'll make a bold guess. The person who died was a young monk. He shouldn't be very old."
"Uncle, when a monk passes away, he is usually burned. Where can we buy another coffin and send it to the north of the city?" Li Chongrun was a little puzzled.
"We'll just go out and take a look later."
After the four people finished eating the cake, they followed the ordinary funeral procession from a distance to the mass grave in the north of the city.
It is said to be a mass grave, but because it is the capital of the gods, the government does not dare to make it too miserable. It usually appoints a few retired widowers to manage it, so although it is not neat and clean, it is not as expected.
So messy and gloomy.
Di Renjie and Li Chongrun, who have been educated in the socialist materialist view of history, are naturally not afraid. Mr. Di's little maid Shuang'er is probably not afraid of following Mr. Di around to investigate cases. It's just a little yellow-haired lolita.
Aisha actually showed no fear and even had some energy, which made Li Chongrun a little puzzled.
"Ha, it's a little girl!" The mourners casually threw the coffin onto a flat piece of land in the mass grave, then hurriedly threw the coffin into a bowl and dispersed it, which saved the day.
It took Li Chongrun and the others some time to dig it out. The coffin was light and thin, and the lid was not nailed. It was just barely covered. The group of four people looked around and saw that no one was around, so they moved closer to take a look. The person in the coffin had delicate features, and his skin was almost as white as snow.
It was transparent, with a lot of rouge on her lips and face, and she looked like a paper dummy.
"Brother Run, don't be anxious. Today I will teach you how to judge a man and a woman without any contact." Di Renjie smiled, "First look at the eyebrow arch and eye sockets. Women's eye sockets are mostly round, and the eyebrow arch is not obvious.
, the connection with the mountain roots is not obvious.”
Di Renjie pointed it out to Li Chongrun very carefully, "Although this person is still young, his eyebrow arch is not obvious, but his eye sockets can be vaguely seen to be significantly squarer, and his mountain roots are more sunken."
"Men's hand bones are more obvious and not as soft as women's."
"Men's shoulders are obviously wider and thicker than women's shoulders, and their knees are slightly more protruding. Women's waist and hips are obviously wider than men's. There are also some differences in legs and feet. There is not much difference between men's and large legs, and women's calves are wider than thighs.
It's thicker. However, these points are easily obscured by clothing, so it takes some careful eyes to judge."
Li Chongrun has studied medicine with Daochang Li for several years and has touched a lot of living and dead people. However, he has not carefully judged the difference between men and women. Today, after listening to what Di Renjie said and corroborating what he had learned, he just felt...
Makes sense.
Following the characteristics mentioned by Di Renjie, he touched them one by one, and they all came true. However, the movements were a little too big, which affected the body shape of the deceased. The hair on his head actually fell off, and it turned out to be a wig. The deceased was wearing a wig.
The top of the head is bald, without any hair.
"Hey, he is really a little monk. My uncle is really a god. But why did the monk die and be burned in the temple against the rules, but he was dressed as a woman and sent to this mass grave?"
"This is what we are going to find out today." However, a few shouts came from the distance, interrupting Di Renjie's words: "Who is this person doing?"
A few old men who were not particularly old, dressed in Gebu robes, walked towards this side with shovels for digging in their hands, followed by several people dressed in the same style.
"Hey, Old Xingtou is here today. I think it's a pity that I have taken action." Seeing the old man coming, Di Renjie was a little happy, pointed at him and introduced to Li Chongrun: "This is Old Xingtou, the most famous one in Luoyang Mansion in the past.
There is no case that cannot be uncovered in his hands. If his words hadn't really offended people, he would have worked in the Criminal Department long ago."
Old Xingtou was a bit old, and his eyesight was not very bright. When he got closer, he saw that it was Di Renjie, and he quickly bowed and apologized.
"I'm so dim-sighted that I didn't see Master Di here. I apologize to Master Di."
"Since you're here, why don't you take a look at this body? How did this body die?" Di Renjie was not polite to him. From what I heard, the two of them seemed to be familiar with each other.
The old man Xingtou was not polite and walked straight to the coffin, "Oh, he is really a handsome young man."
He reached down and hugged the body, and Old Xingtou blurted out: "He died of heavy bleeding. There is almost no blood left in his body. No wonder his face is so pale."
Lao Xingtou grabbed the deceased's wrists and ankles and looked at them, then turned his head and looked at his neck. He said "Huh" in surprise, stretched out his hand to lift up the deceased's skirt, and pulled down his trousers.
After going down, he nodded with satisfaction, "It is indeed here."
Li Chongrun was a little strange, thinking that the old man could determine the cause of death just by hugging him, and that he could find the wound by looking at these places, which was a bit too novelistic.
"The weight is underweight. This is the reason why Old Xingtou judged the heavy bleeding. Old Xingtou has seen that there are more dead people than living people. He has a strong sense of body size and weight. Naturally, he can tell by holding him in his arms."
Di Renjie twisted his beard and explained to Li Chongrun, "The blood points in the whole body that can cause heavy bleeding are only between the hands and ankles, the neck and the groin. Lao Xingtou can naturally find out where the wounds are by checking these places."
Li Chongrun moved closer to see the details, but when he got closer, he felt a cold feeling on his crotch. The barrel of the gun in the lower body of the corpse was still there, but the ammunition compartment had been removed, and there were still two thin knife marks.
Distributed on both sides of the inguinal groin.
But just now, Old Xingtou lifted up the skirt of the corpse and rubbed off some rouge on the corpse's face. Li Chongrun glanced at it hastily and felt that it looked familiar.
Li Chongrun wiped the face of the corpse carefully again, becoming more and more sure that he knew the little monk who had turned into a little girl.