At this moment, in Dali Temple, Yang Qingyuan was looking at Wen Jie's file in his hand.
What happened last night made Yang Qingyuan completely realize that although Wenjie's political structure was insufficient and his political sensitivity was lacking, he was definitely not a martial artist.
He is a troublesome opponent, at least in the case of Zhang Sanyi alone!
Both he and Ji Yaohua underestimated Wen Jie's thoughts. They didn't expect that he would also contact the remnants of "Judge Shear", and a simple corpse burning would be made so complicated by Wen Jie.
In the final analysis, it was Yang Qingyuan and Ji Yaohua who underestimated the case and Wen Jie at the beginning.
For Dali Temple, this case was indeed just a simple murder case, and the opponent Wen Jie was just a false military attache. He was one of Dali Temple's weakest opponents in the past two years, and there were not many people involved.
But for Wen Jie, his only son died.
If you lose a son in old age, you will definitely go all out if you are not sworn in.
Fortunately, Yang Qingyuan has now reacted and no longer underestimated the enemy, causing no major losses.
Although Wen Pojun's body had been burned, it was easier to examine his bone injuries.
"Sir, I'm worried whether this charred corpse was packaged by someone last night!?"
Yang Qingyuan smiled slightly, "Miss Yao seems to be quite afraid of Wen Jie!?"
"I originally thought this person was a martial artist, but I didn't expect him to be so scheming, so I was worried about whether he had another conspiracy?!"
Ji Yaohua still has doubts about Wen Jie's layout.
Once bitten, twice shy.
"I have already sent soldiers to examine Wen Pojun's wounds. Although the flames can burn the flesh and blood, they cannot burn away the scars on the bones."
"Wen Pojun was hit by an arrow in his right chest that day. The arrow hit his ribs. There was an arrow wound above his right ribs. This is one of them."
"In the last inspection report, it was found that Wen Pojun had seven out of thirty teeth! The same is true for this charred corpse!"
Ji Yaohua didn't quite understand the meaning of Yang Qingyuan's words. Could the teeth mean anything?!
"Miss Yao doesn't know something. The average number of teeth for ordinary people is twenty-eight, and there are at most four wisdom teeth, and no more than thirty-two. But Wen Pojun has thirty-seven."
"Can't Wen Jie find someone with thirty-seven teeth?!"
Yang Qingyuan looked at Ji Yaohua with a playful smile, "Miss Yao, does she know how big her teeth are?!"
Ji Yaohua was stunned for a moment, she couldn't answer this question.
Ordinary people, who would study how many teeth they have!?
"Furthermore, it is not difficult to find a corpse with an arrow in the right chest and injured ribs, but to find a corpse with thirty-seven teeth is like trying to find the shortest hair among the Yao girl's temples.
Normally, almost impossible!”
"Then what are we going to do now?!"
After confirming the body, Yang Qingyuan remained silent, and Ji Yaohua didn't know why.
"I'm waiting for Jianhan to come back. He went to help me verify something! Only after getting the result can I proceed to the next step!"
According to Ye Jianhan's Qinggong, he should be able to go back and forth between Jingxian County and Shendu within four hours. I don't know what happened that caused him to not come back yet.
Half an hour later, when Yang Qingyuan was thinking about whether to send another person, the person came back!
It was not only Ye Jianhan who came back, but also Song Huifu, the head of Chahaosi Division.
"Mr. Song, why are you back in person?"
Song Hui's father left just the day before yesterday, and now he is back in a hurry.
Yang Qingyuan has always respected Song Hui's father, not only for his work inspection skills, but also for his character. Yang Qingyuan admired him.
"I heard Jian Han tell what happened. I don't have much experience in what you asked about, so I rushed back and wanted to do it myself."
Yang Qingyuan looked curious, "Didn't Mr. Song try it?"
Song Huifu shook his head and nodded again.
"I have read about the method of steaming bones for autopsy mentioned in your letter in a book. I have only used it once and I am not very skilled in it."
"This method requires washing the corpse's bones, stringing them with fine linen ropes, and placing them on bamboo mats in order. Dig a cellar five feet long, three feet wide, and two feet deep, and pile charcoal fire in it."
"Until the walls of the cellar are red, remove the charcoal fire, pour in two liters of good wine and five liters of sour vinegar, take advantage of the heat rising in the cellar, put the bones into the cellar, cover them with straw mats, and steam them for an hour.
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"Then take out the bones, place them in a bright place, welcome the light of the rising sun, and open a red oil umbrella."
In Yang Qingyuan's letter to Song Huifu, he only mentioned steaming it with vinegar and wine, but there was no detailed method or dosage.
"I don't know whether the burned corpse will have an impact on the results of the bone steaming method."
Song Huifu shook his head, "Although I haven't tried it, I probably won't be able to do it. Human bones are not afraid of fire. The outside of a charred corpse is wrapped in skin and flesh, which will not affect the bones inside."
Although Song Huifu has achieved great success in Qi refining, compared to Yang Qingyuan, Ye Jianhan and others, his energy and physical strength are far inferior. Traveling all night has made Song Huifu's mental state a little depressed.
Seeing that Song Hui's father was a little tired, Yang Qingyuan said, "Mr. Song, would you like to rest for a while first?"
Song Huifu smiled and shook his head, "Sir, please don't think of me as an old man. Although I am not as good as martial arts masters like you, I still have no problem handling the case overnight. Let's seize the time to conduct an autopsy!"
"good!"
After saying that, they got up and headed to the morgue.
After Song Hui's father examined the charred corpse, he ordered a group of Chahaosi men to remove most of the charred flesh from the charred corpse, leaving only the white bones.
At the same time, the excavation of a pit was carried out. A pit was five feet long, three feet wide, and two feet deep. For ordinary people, it took a lot of time, but for a group of martial arts detectives in Dali Temple,
Just a piece of cake.
Even for people like Yang Qingyuan, who has mastered the Yuan Hua Realm of true energy, he can create a completely different pit with just one palm.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the pit was dug and started to be burned with charcoal fire.
About half an hour later, the pit was already burning red. Yang Qingyuan stood beside the pit and took out the charcoal fire with a shot of his palm.
Upon seeing this, Song Hui's father immediately ordered people to pack the cleaned bones of Wen Pojun in straw mats and place them in a pit.
Then the wine and vinegar that had been measured in advance were poured into the pit.
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Jingzhao Fuzhong.
"Master Tong, I wonder where the child's body is!? Now that the case has been delayed, I want to take back the child's body for burial first!"
Looking at Wen Jie with a sad face, Tong Jinyan could confirm that the men in black yesterday should be his people.
For such a long time, Wen Jie didn't come to collect the body, but he came last night as soon as something happened in Jingzhao Mansion! Who would believe it was a coincidence?!
