Before going to the main room for the autopsy, Song Yizhi walked up to the boulder, raised his hand, squeezed it and moved the stone aside with his spiritual power.
Six heads stretched out to look at the dry well.
"How do you know this is a dry well?" Wei Ling raised his head and looked at Chu He and Shen Zheng curiously.
The corner of Chu He's mouth twitched slightly, and then he smiled politely and said, "That is to say, is there such a possibility that we are monks?"
If you let go of your spiritual consciousness to investigate, wouldn’t you know if there is water in the well?
It seemed that Wei Ling was frightened.
Wei Ling choked, then coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.
Bei Xianyue glanced at Wei Ling, unable to hide the smile in her eyes.
"Do you want to go down and take a look?" Chu He asked Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi counted with his fingers, looking very much like an unreliable charlatan.
"Who do you think you are?" Wei Ling asked curiously.
Song Yizhi said, "Count the time."
Wei Ling doesn't understand.
"This is not a dry season, so it stands to reason that there will be no water in the well. Of course, if there was a severe drought in the past few months, it would be reasonable for there to be no water in the well." After Song Yizhi finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh.
It is indeed the most difficult task!
It was so tricky in the beginning!
After finishing his words, Song Yizhi turned to look at Chu He, "I'm in trouble."
"Miss Song's words are serious." After saying this, Chu He jumped up and jumped into the dry well.
Bei Xianyue clenched her sword tightly, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.
After a while, Chu He climbed up from the well. He stuck his head out, there was some dust on his face, and he looked quite embarrassed.
"There are bones below." Chu He said.
Skeletons?!
The faces of Wei Ling and others became more and more solemn.
Bei Xianyue bent down and stretched out her hand to pull Chu He up.
Chu He stood on the ground, pinched himself a dust-removing technique, and then said, "Those bones below should be human bones."
Song Yizhi frowned slightly.
Finally, Song Yizhi made a decision and said, "Pick it up."
Chu He nodded and went down into the well again.
After a while, many bones were brought up by Chu He using his spiritual power.
Those bones were not clean, there was mud and rotten meat on them, and with them came an overwhelming stench.
Song Yizhi took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose to block the overwhelming stench.
"...Oh my God, I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it!" Wei Ling raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose and turned around almost to gag.
Baili Qi's face looked ugly. He covered his nose to no avail, and the stench went straight to the Tianling Cap.
Bei Xianyue raised her hand and pinched it to build a barrier to isolate the stench.
The autumn wind blew away the stench, and a few people felt better.
Chu He climbed up after confirming that nothing was missing.
He just showed up and smashed down a few dust-removing techniques.
Chu He was dragged up by Beixianyue again, and then he looked at Wei Ling and the others in confusion.
Song Yizhi walked around the pile of corpses with his hands in his hands, "These corpses are in pieces, they may need to be pieced together."
Wei Ling glanced at it and then quickly looked away and looked elsewhere, "These stumps and broken arms all look similar, how do you put them together?"
"If there was a doctor, or someone like him, it should be easier to handle." Bei Xianyue said worriedly.
There should be no one in their group who has medical skills, so they don't know much about the human body, let alone piecing together corpses.
"I can try." Baili Qi said weakly.
Five eyes fell on him again.
Baili Qi still subconsciously became nervous.
Several people looked away in unison to tell Baili Qi not to be so nervous.
Baili Qi took a few deep breaths, relaxed, and said slowly, word by word, "I can give it a try."
"I'm here with you. If you need help, just ask." Bai Liqi said after Bei Xianyue spoke. Then, she turned to Song Yizhi and said, "Shall the four of you go in for an autopsy?"
Song Yizhi nodded.
Wei Ling took two or three steps up and hugged Shen Zheng's arm, showing resistance and not wanting to go to the main room anymore.
With Shen Zheng half dragging and half dragging, Wei Ling walked into the main room again.
Chu He pinched the hanging body and put it on the bed.
Without the body, Wei Ling became bolder. She walked over and raised her hand to smear the piece of red silk with a complex expression on her face, "This red silk..."
Wei Ling kicked the drum stool straight, then stood up on the drum stool.
Shen Zheng looked at Wei Ling sticking his head into the red silk, and was so frightened that he exclaimed, "Wei Ling, what are you doing?! Don't get carried away!"
With that said, Shen Zheng reached out and hugged Wei Ling's legs, preparing to hold him away.
Song Yizhi and Chu He, who were looking at the corpse by the bed, turned around and saw Wei Ling being held by Shen Zheng's legs, holding the piece of red silk with both hands, and his body was dangling in the air like a fallen leaf.
"I can't think about it!" Wei Ling said angrily. Seeing Shen Zheng's worried and anxious face, he was immediately amused and angry at the same time.
"Get away from me, do you think I'm the kind of person who can't think about things easily? I just want to look at this red silk!" Wei Ling couldn't hold it back and laughed and cursed.
Shen Zheng realized that she had gone astray, smiled sheepishly, and then let go of Wei Ling's legs.
Wei Ling stood on the drum stool and untied the knot on the red silk in a few strokes.
"clang--"
Wei Ling looked down.
Song Yizhi stood up and walked over, then knelt down and picked up the small hollow copper ball on the ground.
Song Yizhi shook it, and a muffled sound came from the small hollow copper ball.
"What's inside?" Wei Ling grabbed the piece of red silk and jumped off the drum stool.
"It should be spices." Song Yizhi looked up at Wei Ling.
Wei Ling didn't say anything. She unfolded the material in her hand, and the peony pattern on the material was lifelike.
Song Yizhi looked at the silk and satin, "Peony fabric?"
Wei Ling nodded, "This is the first characteristic of peony fabric. The fabric is woven with peony patterns; the second characteristic is that it is dyed with peony flowers. Because it is dyed with flower juice, all the materials will have a peony fragrance that will last for a long time."
Chu He was also brave. After hearing this, he bent down and pulled up a corner of the body's clothes and smelled it, but he didn't smell anything.
He turned to look at Wei Ling and said with a puzzled look, "But there is no peony fragrance on these clothes."
Wei Ling was stunned for a moment. She stroked the peony pattern on it, her suspicions were suppressed, and she spoke firmly, "I'm sure I'm not mistaken. This is peony fabric. Only the weaver from the Zhao family knows this weaving method in the entire Peony City. "
Chu He frowned.
The ingredients that are supposed to have the fragrance of peony flowers have no fragrance. What is going on?
This matter is really becoming more and more confusing.
Song Yizhi walked to the bed and looked at the corpse on the bed, "Do you think a hanged person would die so beautifully?"
Chu He glanced at the corpse and said thoughtfully, "This is also very strange. How can anyone smile before death and still smile so charmingly?"
"That's right, Chu He is right. How can anyone still smile when they are about to die?" Wei Ling said as she threw the red silk in her hand on the table. She walked over and studied the red clothes.
"Isn't this a wedding dress?" Wei Ling said.
Wedding dress? Happy event?
"Look, the word "囍" is embroidered here." Wei Ling pointed to the inconspicuous word "Double Happiness" on the hem of the clothes. "Who has nothing to do to embroider this word on clothes? Only wedding clothes are embroidered with the word "Double Happiness"."
Song Yizhi glanced at Wei Ling appreciatively.
Yes, yes, this young lady is very serious and attentive.