Bone Painting Coroner

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"What do you mean by sir? My daughter is dead. Why do you say luck?" Zhou Zhou asked.

Ji Yunshu said calmly: "Fortunately, what I said is that fortunately Miss Zhou was dead, leaving us an obvious clue, that is, this shoulder protrusion on her shoulder bone is a bulge."

"Swell? This?"

Ji Yunshu quickly took out a pair of white gloves and put them on, opened the sandalwood box he brought, but it was not a painting tool, but some tools such as tweezers and scissors.

She picked a small sharp knife, and under the eyes of all eyes, she cut the sharp knife into Miss Zhou's shoulder and into the skin.

The solidified dark purple blood clot dribbled in the viscous and decaying skin sac. Some red blood strands were still pulling the tibia, like a thin foam, which had stained Miss Zhou's neck, hair and gorgeous brocade.

What a pity this luxurious set of makeup!

The knife in her hand went deeper, deeper, and deeper, until the bulge on the shoulder bone was exposed.

This behavior naturally terrified everyone. Everyone turned blue, covering their mouths and almost didn't vomit.

Ji Yunshu calmly wiped the knife clean, put it back in the sandalwood box, pinched the bones on both shoulders of Miss Zhou, and then looked at the ridges on the shoulder bones, and slowly got a satisfactory answer.

Sure enough, it's not wrong to guess.

"This raised shape was caused by people raising their arms and dragging, and on her wrists, I also found traces of being pinched."

Everyone endured the nausea of ​​gagging, but they were stunned.

With a bitter face, Mrs. Zhou asked doubtfully: "Sir, what does this have to do with the death of my daughter?"

"Of course it does." Her eyes were determined, and the Ding girls in the hall glanced around and asked, "Who was there when Miss Zhou died?"

Wei Wei trembling out of the crowd came out of a little girl and lowered her head: "The slave-servant was right next."

Ji Yunshu looked at her up and down, a small man, but only 13 or 14 years old, but looked pretty, but just clutched his wrist with both hands, looking a little scared.

"I ask you, are you sure that your young lady fell off the building the day before yesterday?"

"Okay, Miss was killed by falling from a building, I saw it with my own eyes."

"you are lying."

As soon as Ji Yunshu's words came out, the whole hall burst into shock.

Mrs. Zhou said nothing, and walked to the girl, and gave her a slap with her hand raised.

"You dead girl, said, did you push the lady downstairs, why did you hurt my daughter, was she bad for you?"

"Ma'am, it's not a slave-servant. It's really not that the slave-servant pushed the lady downstairs. Even the slave-servant's courage, the slave-servant wouldn't dare!"

"Even Mr. Li said you lied, not who else could you be? Come here, grab this cheap girl, I want her to pay my daughter's life."

"Ma'am... slaves are wronged!"

Ji Yunshu's quarreled headache made him sigh with a wrinkled eyebrow and stopped, "Ma'am, I didn't say that the murderer was this girl. You can't take a break next to it. Would you like to wait until you have finished speaking?"

Mr. Zhou also quickly pulled his wife aside and persuaded: "Madam, you are not in good health, don't be angry. We listen to Mr. Mr. Mr. Ning will be fair."

Mrs. Zhou was anxious just now and almost fainted, stroking her panting chest and had to sit aside.

"Get up." Ji Yunshu leaned over and lifted the crying and trembling girl.

Only when she just touched the girl's wrist, the girl's mouth was so painful that she slowly got up.

This is naturally seen in Ji Yunshu's eyes.

Instead, Ji Yunshu returned to the coffin and solemnly said: "Master Zhou, Mrs. Zhou, the reason why I said this girl lied was because the girl was not with Miss Zhou at the time. If she was there, she would definitely find that Zhou At that time, Miss was dead, and the time of death was the night before."

"What?" Master Zhou was shocked.

Everyone also commented on it. This week, Miss Zhou's family apparently died in the building the day before yesterday. How did it become the night before the day before?

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