Bone Painting Coroner

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And at this time, Yi Wang Fuzhong.

Wen Xian also clarified his autopsy results one by one.

The result is similar to that of Ji Yunshu.

Yi Wang praised by your heart!

I even felt like I could find a capable person.

Very happy.

Wen Shisan is still the same as Ji Yunshu, and is now drawing the seven skeleton portraits.

Early the next morning, the portraits drawn by the two were sent to the penal office almost at the same time.

Xingshu Shangshu looked at two portraits in his hands.

One copy was sent by Rong Wangfu!

One copy was sent by Yi Wang Mansion!

can--

The two portraits seem to be from the same person, so they look exactly the same.

In the end, he didn't think about it any more, and handed one of the portraits to the people under his hands. "Look for the painter to copy the portraits and post them. I must know who the seven bones are?

After a little effort, portraits are posted everywhere in the capital.

Soon, a message was also sent to Yiwang Mansion.

"Master, Rong Wang plans to go to the broken temple on the outskirts of the city."

Jing Yi looked at the sky full of clouds, "The water in the broken temple has not receded, and there will be heavy rain later. Are they going at this time?"

suddenly--

Wen Xian's voice came, "Yi Wang, we must rush to the broken temple before them."

With the determination to win.

Jing also worried, "The water in the Ke Po Temple has not retreated, and even if he goes, there is no clue."

"not necessarily."

Jing Yi thought for a while, Li Li said, "Well, since this king wants to win, then he must seize every opportunity."

So, ordered people to prepare the carriage.

Depart for the broken temple on the outskirts.

Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong are heading towards the suburbs.

Jing Zhaoyin accompanied him!

It's just that the weather doesn't make beauty, and it really rains.

The rain hit the black roof of the carriage, such as the Hongzhong Valley, deafening.

Jingzhao Yingang lifted the driving curtain and looked out, and was rained all over his face. He quickly shrank back and wiped with his sleeves.

It's like eating a lump!

Ji Yunshu teased secretly.

Jing Zhaoyin complained, "This rain is really heavy, like a hole in the sky."

"In those days, Nu Wa made stones to make up for the sky, and she had blocked the eyes of the cave. Where did the big cave come?" Ji Yunshu replied.

Jingzhao Yin and Jingrong glanced at each other.

Both fell silent.

The atmosphere in the car was also extremely cold.

Jing Rong, "Your joke is not funny at all."

Ji Yunshu, "This is a cold joke."

Jing Rong, "What is a cold joke?"

Ji Yunshu, "Just a cold joke."

Jing Rong, "How cold?"

Ji Yunshu, "It's as cold as the sky outside."

You can't touch your head!

Jing Rong pondered, intending to think deeply.

Jing Zhaoyin looks at them like double reeds. This is really interesting for Wang Ye and Mr. Ji.

The carriage quickly reached the outskirts of the city, and the road was not so good. In addition, due to the heavy rain, the road was muddy, and the wheels slipped on it, causing the carriage to bump.

The people inside shook up almost, and finally arrived at Zhangjiacun.

The broken temple is in Zhangjia Village.

The village was not a big village. Although it was on the outskirts of the capital, it was low-lying and relatively remote, so that the whole road was only narrow enough for one carriage to pass through.

When we reached the entrance of the broken temple, we found a wagon parked outside.

There is a mark on the carriage, which is the carriage of Yiwang Mansion!

Was also the first to get ahead.

The crowd dismounted and went in under the umbrella.

The originally ruined temple, now the wooden pile collapsed, and it was smashed in a mess.

The big Buddha fell to the ground, his head was broken, and his body was broken into two pieces, and the fallen wooden pile was pressed on it, and next to the big Buddha was the dry well, but because of the rising water, that mouth The well is like a kettle, filled with water, and even spilled out. If you want to go to the bottom of the well to investigate, it is naturally impossible.

The entire ruined temple can almost be said to be "poor as a wash."

There was nothing but the big Buddha, a tattered bench and some messy straw.

Really poorer than ghosts!

Everyone stepped in the rainwater and saw Jing Yi and Wen Xian.

They also seem to have just come in.

Jing also gave a smug smile and said to Jing Rong, "It's a coincidence."

What a girl!

Jing Rong: "You move pretty fast."

"Going faster is better than walking slower."

Jing Rong smiled, "Here is not the Penal Department, there is no need to set a first-come-first-served rule. Since you and I are both investigating the case, why bother to waste our speech."

Jing also choked!

His face was blue.

He said, "You are right, although you and I are opposites, but after all, I hope that this case will be broken this morning, so as to sweep the father's heart."

Nonsence!

shameless.

Ji Yunshu's eyes have been on Wen Xian's body since he came in.

Of course, he is the same.

This case seems to be a winning or losing battle between Jing Yi and Jing Rong, but it is undoubtedly also a professional contest between Ji Yunshu and Wen Shisan.

Wen Shisan was courteous and polite, raised his hand towards Jing Rong, and then said to Ji Yunshu, "I heard that Mr. Ji wiped the ink from the bones with wormwood and smoked the bones yesterday, without damaging them. Good way! If there is time, Wen must consult his husband for one or two."

I'm afraid he was thinking in his heart. It was really good, and he learned another trick.

Ji Yunshu just responded to him lightly, "Compared to Wen Gongzi's ability, it is far worse."

Words!

Those who do not understand, of course, do not understand, but Wen Xian knows in his heart.

He smiled casually.

When I didn't understand.

Ji Yunshu didn't want to delay the time. He glanced at Jing Rong. After he nodded, he began to look around the temple.

A pair of shoes stepped in the water and got wet early.

Wen Xian was not idle.

The two began to verify in the temple without disturbing each other.

Ji Yunshu walked to the dry well filled with water. After thinking for a while, he looked at the corner of the broken temple and the pile of wet straw.

Ok?

She walked over.

Squat to view.

A few of the straw appeared to have been burned by fire, but it was not burned completely, leaving a few.

If she remembered correctly, there was a dark spot on the tall clothes, which had been smoked by fire.

Immediately, she took those straws into her hands, rubbed her fingers in the burning position, stained her fingers with black, put it on her nose and smelled it.

I couldn't smell anything because of the rain!

She glanced at a piece of cloth caught in the straw and just reached for it.

Was snatched by Wen Thirteen.

He took it in his hand and smiled at Ji Yunshu, "This cloth is made of linen. Judging from the trace of the cloth mouth, it should be pulled off by something. According to the softness of the rubbing and the color of the cloth, It should have been left a few days ago, maybe it was the cloth on the murderer’s clothes."

Ji Yunshu looked at him.

She really wanted to tear that face.

Wen Xian leaned forward and lowered his voice, saying, "How to distinguish the clothes is still what you taught me."