Just at A Lan's feet, Elder Ren turned the dead over, exposed his entire face, and then used a torch to illuminate the place.
With the help of the faint fire, Fu Xin recognized that it was his uncle Murong at a glance. He immediately rushed forward, pushed away the onlookers, and tested his breath.
Looking at his uncle who had already died for a long time, he was at a loss for a moment. No matter how naughty Fu Xin was on weekdays, he was the uncle who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who died suddenly. How could he not do it?
Heartache!
Alan retreated to the side, stretched his neck and glanced at Fu Xin, and said weakly, "Don't blame others for this matter. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being reckless and touching the mechanism in the brick.
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Fu Xin suddenly looked up, his sinister eyes were covered with bloodshots. Alan was frightened by his eyes. He couldn't help but take a few more steps and muttered, "Don't look at me with such eyes."
Fu Xin stared at him with a straight look, his eyes becoming more and more terrifying: "My decent disciple of the Qingyan Sect, no matter how ignorant I am, I will never admit that I am an arrow injury or a sword injury!"
"You...what do you mean?" Alan retreated behind Elder Ren.
"What do I mean?" Fu Xin snorted coldly. He pointed at the fatal wound on Mr. Murong's body and suddenly said something amazing, "My uncle is clearly dead under the sword!"
As soon as these words were said, everyone gasped. If Fu Xin said it correctly, it would imply that someone here took advantage of the chaos to commit crimes.
Similarly, Alan was also very surprised. The rain of arrows came too quickly. The deceased happened to fall at his feet. If someone said that the murder was committed, he would be the biggest suspect. Thinking of this, he naturally refused to admit it: "You are talking nonsense."
What, it is clear that your uncle is not as skilled as others. We have no grievances and no grudges, who will harm him?"
Everyone responded one after another, fearing that they would cause trouble: "That's right, everyone meets by chance, so there is no need to do this."
Sects have rules, and even if there is a great hatred, they will not use such despicable means in private.
Fu Xin was unmoved and said with a gloomy face: "Man dies for money and birds die for food. If there is really a sword tomb here, and the famous swords in the world are in hand, who doesn't want to monopolize it?"
As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at everyone, his eyes as if he could burn people through. It was at this time that there was another commotion outside the crowd. Bai Zhi carefully avoided everyone and came to Fu Xin all the way.
"Let Bai come to check the cause of death." He squatted down and wanted to remove clothes for the deceased to examine the wound.
Fu Xin shouted coldly: "Who are you? Don't touch my uncle!"
Bai Zhi was stunned for a moment and frowned: "It's related to life, I hope the young hero will forgive me."
Fu Xincai didn't care what this person wanted to do. He grabbed Bai Zhi tightly and threatened: "Believe it or not, if you dare to touch my uncle, I will chop off your hand."
He was not talking casually. The Tushizi hurriedly explained: "Young man, don't get me wrong. This is a miracle doctor. Maybe he can really tell something."
Fu Xin turned around and glared at Master Tu: "I care about him, what kind of miracle doctor, and you guys, how can you talk?"
"Junior brother, don't be arrogant!" Dugu Yi was afraid that Fu Xin would delay the matter, so he forced him to let Bai Zhi go.
"It's okay to let the miracle doctor see." Dugu Yi put Uncle Murong flat on the ground and asked Bai Zhi to come forward to check it out, "We have no evidence. If there is a murderer hidden here, it's better to let the miracle doctor prove it for us."
Dugu Yi was upright and showed his chivalrous style in his conversation.
Bai Zhi replied to him with a bow: "I dare not be a miracle doctor. Bai grew up in the charity village since he was a child, and he also learned about the Coroner's Valley. He just understood the autopsy."
He explained his identity thoroughly in a few words, but he didn't want people to worry too much and seize the time to check the dead so as not to miss any clues.
Dugu Yi understood his concerns and held a torch to illuminate him: "Doctor Bai is here to do it."
When Fu Xin heard Bai Zhi mention the rebel village, he completely changed his face and cursed in a low voice: "It's really unlucky to meet a coroner in such a ghost place."
He didn't speak loudly, but no one present had any ears. Even Qiu Shi couldn't help but complain: "If you don't know the good things, you deserve to die in vain."
Bai Zhi looked natural. He took out muslins, wine and vinegar, corpse lining paper and other items from the medicine box as usual, and then he wanted to remove the clothes.
The onlookers subconsciously avoided it, and felt that taking off clothes in public was too shocking, so they all turned their backs, and in the end they were only Fu Xin, Dugu Yi, Alan, Liu Ruyan, and Chen Yanchu who witnessed Bai Zhi's autopsy.
Compared to autopsy and other things, Alan thinks why Miss Liu does not avoid suspicion?
He stepped over and pointed at Liu Ruyan at the exposed chest of the male corpse: "It's inappropriate for a girl to see this..."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Zhi suddenly looked at the two of them: "Ruyan, come and take a look."
Alan was so shocked that he couldn't speak. What did this mean? Doctor Bai actually asked the woman to come for an autopsy.
He was not the only one who was equally shocked, but Dugu Yi frowned indefinitely: "This move may be inappropriate."
Bai Zhi was calm: "Miss Liu is as meticulous as dust, and is good at assassination. It is safest to let her examine it."
Dugu Yi frowned again, but then Liu Ruyan's actions surprised him even more.
If he had said that before, he thought Miss Liu was a little different, but what was different, he would have been unable to understand for a while. Now he finally realized that Miss Liu was so calm that people were so calm that she had to doubt that she was definitely not a big deal. Ordinary people.
Facing everyone's surprise gaze, Liu Ruyan calmed down and silently looked at the movements on Bai Zhi's hands.
Bai Zhi had removed all the clothes on the upper body of the deceased, and dipped them in a muslin cloth to wipe the blood on her chest. There was a sword mark about two fingers wide between the deceased's throat.
She lowered her head and found that the skin on the edge of the wound was curled inward and there were a little scabs. Judging from the murder method, the murderer acted neatly. This was not only a sword injury, but also a sword injury left by the master.
Similarly, Bai Zhi has also finished the inspection.
He said to himself: "The deceased has not yet had a corpse stagnation. Only the sword stab mark in the throat was found, one inch or five minutes wide, as deep as the neck, the collarbone was damaged, and the esophageal trachea was cut off, leaving a small amount of blood stain."
"Is it really a sword wound?" A Lan exclaimed, and seeing Fu Xin glaring at him with the sucking eyes of man-eating, he shook his head hurriedly, "It's not me, I can't do anything to kill people."
Fu Xin glared at Fu Xin fiercely: "If you weren't there, who else? Uncle Master fell at your feet at that time!"
"Hey, I said, don't blame a good person!" Alan felt that he was speechless. The matter was dark and no one knew the truth.
The two argued endlessly, and Liu Ruyan squatted in front of the dead alone and was in a state of confusion.
"Did you see any tricks?" Bai Zhi was curious.
Liu Ruyan withdrew her gaze and rubbed her forehead. She was so angry that her mind was hurt by these people: "Elder Murong was not killed by A Lan."
Her voice was loud enough, and the sound echoed in the huge corridor. Everyone who had turned their backs all looked at him, where did this get the shrew from?