The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

“There is plenty of incense ash to be found in both temples and shadow plum barns.” Yu Bohao's colors are a little flashy, “since the other two are poisoned, the killer may be a pharmacologist. There are now suspects, Jingfeng, Jinghui, Phantom, Phantom, and the widow who is missing. ”

Liu Ping nodded and shouted immediately, “Somebody! Take people to carefully search the rooms of Mrs Gazette and Mrs Jing Hui, as well as phantom personal objects, mainly those contaminated with incense ash, blood, poison, etc., but do not let go of any suspicious objects. ”

“Yes!” replied the five provincial troops.

After they left with the men, another provincial soldier said, "According to the inquiry, the history of assassination, the illusion master has arrived, I don't know what to do with it? ”

I must hurry up and tell her that I can't keep her in the monk temple overnight.

“Bring it on.” Xiao Song leaned on the back of a round-waisted mustache bed, describing it as a bit lazy, but his compelling momentum hasn't changed a bit.

The phantom look was overwhelmed with panic by two provincial soldiers, a pair of sliding eyes full of fear looking at several people sitting in the courtyard under the tree. Her eyes swept away, Xiao Song was compelling, giving people an absolute sense of oppression. Van Yan had just been dissected and his expression was still sober. Yu Bohao frowned and thought about the case. Only Liu Pin, who looked and was angry, gave him a lot of affinity. Fantasy looked carefully at Liu Pin Jean, "I made no mistake. ”

The government caught him, but it was not a matter of making mistakes and not making mistakes. Liu Pinjian thought this little nun was interesting, and then smiled and waved. "Come and sit down. ”

Fantasy to see Liu Pingjian was indeed kind, relaxed a lot now, following his words, sitting on a futon five feet away.

Liu Pinzhen listened to the soldiers whisper a few words, and asked the phantom sky with a smile on his beard. “Master Xiao, my husband heard that you had asked the seventeenth woman for an autopsy. I wonder why someone had an autopsy? ”

As soon as the illusion heard him say so, it turned to look at Valjen with a “traitor" look.

“An autopsy is a big deal. The deceased is honored. Even if the official office handles the case, the body cannot be moved without having to. Naturally these big things have to be cautious and discreet.” Liu Pin let a pair of words have a long center of gravity.

Blanc looked darkly and masked his mouth. He really was a fine old fox. He glanced at Xiao Zhong once more, but smiled at him. Blanc just spewed out two words, “Fox. ”

Xiao Song's eyes instantly bent like moon teeth, as if they were testimony to her assessment. At this time, Yan felt that Xiao Song was not only a fox, but also a male fox essence. He moved without charm.

Jean took out Pa carefully to wipe her fingers, but she was worried about herself. I've heard the forensic doctor say that the corpse will be degeneratively cold after a long time. If it's serious, she won't have any desire. She used to bury herself every day. She never realized the problem. Now, faced with a man like Xiao Song, she still hasn't moved a bit, right... Is there really a problem?

Thinking about it, Van looked closely at Xiao Song and touched the judgment of conscience —— perfect, perfect body, perfect face, perfect temperament, even more seductive than the average man, but how can he not feel?

Looks really bad! Valjen closed her eyes with a heartbroken heart.

The other three people saw the sudden appearance of her indifferent face, and all of a sudden, Yu Bohao hurriedly asked, “Does the seventeenth lady think of anything? ”

“No.” Van instantly retracted his mind, calming down, "Sorry, I thought of something personal. ”

Xiao Song looked at Valen with some confusion. No matter how clever he was, he would never have thought of what she had just thought.

When people saw that she really had no intention of saying anything, they stopped asking questions and continued to interrogate about the phantom autopsy.

“Who's to test?” Liu Pinzhen continues with a seductive expression of "Grandpa takes you to see the goldfish”.

The illusion nun still eats this, and her face relaxes a lot. “It's my mother, she died six years ago. When we lived in Jiangning, my mother was always sick. One day when I went out to play, my mother passed away. She lay on the ground and had blood in her mouth... she must have been killed...”

The illusory eyes were filled with fear, like a frightened deer, and her mother's death traumatized her immensely.

Valjen looked at the illusion and now she's 12 or 3 years old. Six years ago, she was about 6 or 7 years old, and she can understand something.

But how does a child growing up in a temple seem to have a simpler mind? Fantasy Bisanchen looked a little normal, and Valjen thought it might be because her master Bisanchen's master was normal.

“If you live in Jiangning, why are you in Suzhou Movie Mei An? Any other relatives?” Xiao Song would never let go of any doubts surrounding the incident, and he was used to searching for a large number of clues and then linking them together on the basis of various physical evidence.

Fantasy went to Liu Ping and shrunk behind him, lowering his voice, “After my mother died, I took all the money to bury my mother, and later lived on the street. It was the master who picked me up on the street and brought me back. ”

“So you're just suspicious that your mother died, but you're not suspicious.” Xiao Song lazily held his head, like a star's eyes slightly squinting, like he was going to fall asleep.

The illusion was frightened and stubborn. “Aunt Liu from next door chewed her tongue all the time. Every time she mentioned her mother's hatred... and Zhang Shun from Fangkou, she was fascinated when she saw my mother...”

From the phantom words, it can be implicitly speculated that she is dependent on her mother, who may be widowed or unmarried and pregnant, and therefore suffers from the white-eyed.

Xiao Song several people obviously are not interested in this ordinary case can no longer be ordinary, and it is an old thing. Liu Pinjian is a history of stabbing in Suzhou. He could not reach out to Jiangning City in Huainan Road, and will not continue to ask.

Xiao Song is a servant of the criminal department. Although the case of Datang belongs to him, if he even intervenes in these cases, he will probably tire himself to death sooner or later. Therefore, he closed his eyes and raised a low voice with a slightly dull voice. "Tomorrow I will fix a book. You can take this letter and go to Jiangning County to find out for yourself. ”

The hallucination was delightful, but she quietly glanced at her face. In her master's gossip, Valen had been deified, or demonized, leading to the illusion that there was no more powerful work in the world than her. She still wanted to ask Valen to help with the autopsy, but she looked indifferent and didn't dare to say anything. She only praised Buddha to Xiao with a red face. "Thank you, Zhang Zhaqiang. ”

Normally, women see Xiao Song is this reaction, and they are afraid and fascinated. Van Yuguang looks at the illusion. An anxiety comes to her mind again, she will not be cold! The ratio of true platonic pure spiritual love to crossing is the same in this world, can't you find a man in this life? Valentine's worried thoughts.

Several people have been busy for several hours, and the temple has been serving dinner for the third time.

Everyone was hungry, but once the food was on the table, they lost their appetite. The three of them had a history of assassination, and the two prison officials had also experienced the wind waves, and had seen many dead people. They had some resistance to the subtle anatomy of Valjen, but that did not mean that they could be seen with their normal hearts.

Yu Bohao rushed to the thatch and threw up... the rice... little long, white fat...

The sound of his vomiting came from the backyard, and Xiao Song and Liu Ping made his stomach straighten with acid water. He looked at the food in front of him and couldn't get a mouthful of it. It's still a monastery, no red elbow or other food, otherwise it's worse. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)