"Master, you...?" Fang Wu said while looking at Ji Xuan with probing eyes.
Ji Xuan interrupted expressionlessly: "What am I? How did you come to the conclusion that he committed suicide? He has closed the case and it can be reviewed again when he reports it. If you argue with him, what will you do when he works behind your back?
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Then he added: "Corrupting relationships, bribing superior officials, and making unreasonable judgments. Is this what I taught you?"
When Ji Xuan came in, she already understood the reason for the quarrel between the two.
"There is no reason to commit suicide in this house. The man hunts early in the morning, the woman weaves and teaches her children, and sends them to school. It should be a very happy family of three." Fang Wu flattened his mouth and pointed at the table on the bed with a low eyebrow.
There is a basket and arrow feathers hanging on the wall, but there is no bow.
Ji Xuan followed closely: "What else? Did you touch the body?"
"I..." Fang Wu was stuck. Indeed, she did not check the body.
"I'm going to take a look at the other things in the house. I'll put them back where they were after I've moved them." Fang Wu glanced at Ji Xuan secretly and hurriedly ran into the house.
Ji Xuan looked at the disappearing figure and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
He sat down on the ground and used a pair of scissors that he found somewhere to cut off the strange and indescribable rope buckle to keep as evidence.
"Master. Candles, there are a lot of candles in this room. Moreover, when I came in just now, I saw a lot of hay. In such weather..." Fang Wu suddenly said while rummaging through the cabinets, but she only said half of it this time.
With a bit of trembling in her hands, she finally put the candle back to its original position.
The weather in April is very dry. It is the most taboo time to use open fires.
Although there are only a few candles, the water will not escape, but it is not impossible.
This house was very old, made of wood, and there was a candle in the remaining corner on the table. It reminded her so easily.
"Burn the house and destroy the corpses and traces. This is indeed a way to cover up evidence." He confirmed Fang Wu Yu's meaning, silently squatted down, slowly turned his sleeves out, pinched the sleeves, and began to unbutton the clothes.
He would habitually take a look before taking action.
Fang Wu looked at the room again, and finally set his sights on Ji Xuan.
Wearing a light blue robe, he was squatting on the ground, with a slightly curved back, one hand on his leg, and the other moving back and forth on the body.
His hands were a little slow, and his eyes were distracted but without hesitation.
Even though it was a female corpse, he didn't shy away from it, so he turned around and quietly entered the kitchen.
The kitchen is also very clean. There are two cabinets, a table and three stools.
She squatted down and opened the cupboard. There were two earthen jars inside, one of which contained wine. It looked like Shen Nian Laojiu.
The other one opened and revealed a ball of hay. She didn't know what it was.
She carefully kept some of them before putting them back again.
Fang Wu looked at other things in the kitchen, walked around, squatted down, and went to see Ji Xuan.
Ji Xuan squinted her eyes and looked at the feet of the corpse.
Those feet were not pretty, neither big nor small. They had calluses next to each other, and they were not fair.
There are some dense black spots on the heel, growing on the top, and the black spots are surrounded by a red circle.
"Is this a disease? Could it be related to some experiences of the deceased?" Fang Wu asked while holding his head and looking for a break for him to do something.
Ji Xuan responded with a snort, and then said: "This will happen if you have taken ebony grass, castor leaves, and amaranth. If you don't dissect the body, you won't be able to tell.
What."
"Master, have you seen this before?" Fang Wu took out what he just found from the jar in the kitchen and handed it to Ji Xuan.
"It's ebony grass. Where did you see it?" Ji Xuan asked Fang Wu's hand.
"In the cabinet in the back kitchen." Fang Wu pointed in the direction of the kitchen: "Put it there and store it like Shen Nian's old wine."
"Go and have a look." Ji Xuan stood up, pulled her clothes and walked into the kitchen.
Fang Wu followed silently.
Ji Xuan watched Fang Wu come in, pointed at the two jars and asked, "So they were placed so close?"
Fang Wu looked over and saw that there was only a thumb's distance between the two jars.
She nodded slowly. This had always been her rule, not to mention that Ji Xuan had always emphasized this.
"Destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces?" When the thought came to mind, Ji Xuan quickly shook her head, closed the cabinet, and hurriedly walked out. Preconceptions are the biggest taboo.
He leaned against the door frame, closed his eyes and waited for Zhang Xuan to leave and return.
"Master, is ebony grass common?" Fang Wu raised his head and asked.
"Every drug store has them," Ji Xuan said.
Fang Wu asked again: "What does the master think of this case?"
"We can't see anything yet. Let's wait until the body is dissected." Ji Xuan squinted her eyes and basked in the sun, almost falling asleep comfortably.
Fang Wu stopped talking and looked at Ji Xuan.
The man stepped on the threshold. He had no image and looked lazy, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.
People all over the world go to the Yamen to solve cases, and they can make people feel like they are about to fall asleep. I am afraid that only Ji Xuan is the only one.
Fang Wu took a few more glances and stepped out of the threshold.
Ji Xuan heard the footsteps, but did not react and still leaned against the door frame, as if she had fallen asleep.
The sun was rising slowly, and the number of people watching other things in the yard gradually decreased. Only Ji Xuan was still leaning against the door frame without any movement.
Fang Wu squatted down after watching the conversation between the government servant and the child who reported the crime on the table.
"Child, how long did it take you to go from your home to the Yamen to report the crime?" Fang Wu smiled and spoke in a very friendly manner.
"Half an hour."
Fang Wu nodded and said, "On weekdays, your mother lives with you and your father."
She tried her best to ask simple questions, firstly not to make the child nervous, and secondly to divert the child's attention.
"Yes, sister, my mother will not commit suicide, no." The child affirmed.
"Well. How about you just stand here and watch us find out the facts? Has your father gone up the mountain?" Fang Wu said, touching the child's head.
"Well, daddy goes up to the mountain to hunt every day. He is scary." The child pointed to the mountain peak with some hesitation.
"Then what time does he leave every day?"
"I don't know, I wasn't there when I woke up."
Fang Wu nodded and saw Zhang Xuan coming in with a box.
She started to follow, but she didn't notice that the child was also following her.
Ji Xuan opened her eyes when she heard the sound, rubbed her face vigorously, and took the box.
He shuffled over to the body, put on a pair of gloves and began to examine the body.
He touched his scalp through the hair, and there was something strange in his eyes, so he took a razor and started shaving off his hair.
I saw small red bumps slowly appearing on the top of the head. They were densely packed and made people's hair stand on end.
Then, Ji Xuan used a Y-shaped knife to cut open the body's skin.
He weighed the stomach in his hand and said in a lazy voice: "He probably died in Yinshi. Did he eat porridge yesterday? You can't tell it now. The stomach is clean."
After saying that, I want to see the large and small intestines. I haven’t lowered my head yet.
Then a man walked forward rudely, his intestines and stomach were paralyzed on the ground and said: "What are you doing? Who told you to touch my woman?"
The man's extremely thick arms protected the child behind him, and he stared at everyone in the room nervously, with an unknown look in his eyes.