A Weird Theater That Started In London

The corpse is weird.

The process of falling down is strange.

These two points alone cannot locate the murderer, but they can be used as clues to track down the murderer.

Thinking of this, Lu Cheng said: "Shangyuan Festival, the form of undocumented slips, what kind of enjoyment is this?" This case is left to the cat in front of him, no, Lord Shaoqing, after all, those who can do more work.

The most important thing is that every strange case reported to Dali Temple in Wannian and Chang'an counties is handled by Li Bing.

In other words.

It is very experienced.

Therefore, in order to solve the case as soon as possible and avoid being disturbed by official business during the Spring Festival, Lu Li decided to give the last clue.

In fact, there is no need to say more.

Yu Mao Li Bing had already noticed the two letters that Lu Li was holding in his hands.

"Ms. Mingyue wrote a poem before she was alive, hoping that a certain underachiever would redeem her for good, but the other party and the poem refused..."

Hearing that, Li Bing nodded, took the letter paper from Lu Li, then lowered his head to sniff——

Both of them have done this kind of action.

"Do you smell something?" Lu Li stood on the roof, facing the night breeze, and muttered: "There are two strange scents, one is sandalwood, and the other is familiar but unrecognizable."

"It's sesame oil, squeezed from flax, and the monks in the temple added some homemade spices to it."

Speaking of this, Li Bing paused and raised his eyes to look to the east, "So the suspect had lived in the temple for a while, otherwise, the letter would not have such a strong smell of sandalwood and sesame oil."

To the east of Fangnanmen, there is Baotang Temple, which was built in the second year of Emperor Kaihuang in the former Sui Dynasty. This is the nearest temple, separated from the place where the murder happened only by a long street, seven or eight households.

"Now that the clues are clear, it's hard work, Shaoqing, the officer is waiting for good news." Lu Li smiled and rubbed Li Bing's head to show his closeness.

Then, under Yu Mao's death gaze, he withdrew his hand calmly, pretending that nothing happened.

Hmm... it feels nice and soft.

Below.

The three people discussed how to do an autopsy.

"Let’s start, be sure to check carefully, there must be no omissions." At this point, Lao Yazuo lowered his voice, "This case is taken over by Dali Temple. If there is a problem in the autopsy, we are afraid that we will be held accountable."

"Here."

Only one person answered, the other nodded, took the writing brush from the belt, took the cardboard out of his arms, and walked aside to wait.

Two people inspected and one person recorded the process. The whole process was rigorous. Coupled with their solemn expressions, it gave people a very reliable feeling.

Behind them, Wuhou and the bad guys scattered one after another, holding up torches to disperse the darkness in the courtyard.

At the same time, Lu Li and Li Bing jumped off the roof, waiting for the results of the autopsy.

"Lu Qing has a good skill."

And Li Bai and others also hurried down from the attic. After Chao Heng gave a low compliment, he fell silent, which was regarded as respect for the deceased.

Crackling!

The atractylodes and saponins exploded in the brazier, and the fragrance of the medicine floated out. Lu Li felt that this should be done to drive away evil and filth, because after seeing this scene, several bad people nearby took a few steps back...

"The deceased Mingyue, a famous prostitute in Pingkangfang, was initially judged to have died of falling from a height."

When the words fell, the two corpses began to formally inspect the corpse. Starting from the front, the top center, fontanelle, hairline, forehead, and eyebrows went all the way down the top. When they reached their eyes, they opened their eyelids for investigation.

"No foreign matter remains in the nose and mouth."

"The teeth and tongue are complete."

"There is no trace under the knee."

"There are no scars on the neck, no fractures."

Wu Zuo Fen, who was a book official, recorded the situation reported one by one.

I can see that Oiran Mingyue was not injured by the skin through his light clothes, without having to remove the clothes. It is more of a sudden death than falling down and dying--

There is no trace of injury at all.

But as time went on, Lao Hao Zuo felt more and more helpless. Like the female corpse examined last night, there was no trace of wounds on her body. If it hadn't been for the cold skin, she was almost the same as a sleeping person.

Ugh……

With a low sigh, Lao Yao turned around. However, when he saw that there were people standing behind him, all of them were extraordinary, he was stunned. For a while, he didn't know who to report to.

Lu Li said casually: "No need to be polite, just say it directly."

"The deceased has no external injuries and no abnormalities have been found. Do you need a re-examination?"

The so-called re-inspection is actually to remove the clothes and check the surface, and then ask a few women's women to give birth to help.

In the large lobby, in order to improve efficiency, she had to forcibly remove the clothes of the deceased, and Lady Mingyue would really be ruined. In addition, the matter has already reached this point, and it can be concluded:

Both oirans died of unfavorable deaths, and the murderer was the same "person."

Because of this, Lu Li waved his hand and said, "Just come here first, put the body in the coffin, and send it to Dali Temple in a Taiping car later."

"Here."

Hearing this, the two persons in charge of the post-mortem examination breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time took out a bamboo tube from the backpack.

The smell of acetic acid comes out.

Under everyone's probing eyes, they poured the vinegar into the brazier, and then jumped over, like an exorcism.

"Everyone, the corpse is a filthy thing. In order to prevent it from being hit by something, it is best to step over the brazier." Lao Yu explained as he washed his hands with the stone water prepared in advance.

Li Bai and Wang Wei will be suspicious, while Chao Heng frowns, not talking strangely.

"Just do it, it won't take long anyway." He Jian made a final decision.

The son does not talk strangely, but he does not believe in him, but he respects ghosts and gods and stays away.

Wuzuo deals with dead people almost every day. Although he is a subordinate staff member and eats food from the court, he belongs to a low-level industry. After all, who is all right to contact people who are willing to make a fortune?

The most important thing is that most of the legends about cows, ghosts, gods and snakes are spread from Wuzuo, which is very evil.

I would rather trust it to have ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ not to trust it to have nothing.

With this attitude, Lu Li followed suit, stepping across the brazier and washing his hands with lime water. After rinsing them with clear water, Lao Yazuo gave everyone a bowl of soup. Anyone who saw it had a share, even the maids. Assigned.

Seeing that Yuan Zai was speechless for a while, he had previously ordered Hao Zuo to go to the autopsy. As a result, the group of people had to wait for a long time before they started. There was something extraordinary to do. Now, when I look at it, it turns out that they are busy with fire and soup.

Of course, Yuan Zai also thought about it in his heart, his hands were not slow at all. After he got the Sanshen soup, he raised his neck and drank it.

The strong herbal scent hits the Tianling cover.

In fact, there is nothing unusual about this Sanshen soup. Most people who are engaged in the work of a group know this recipe: Atractylodes japonicus three liang, soaked in rice swill for two nights and then dried, then take Atractylodes japonicus half a two, and roasted licorice. Boil in a pot and put some salt in the end.

In this way, it can ward off death.

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