The petite wife in ancient Alpha

Chapter 8 Osmanthus Cake

Fumbling around Jiao Corpse's eyes with his fingertips, Ling Zhi didn't have time to pay attention to the water stains on the ground. He lowered his knees and gently opened the half-cooked eyelids. The dilated pupils were gray and the eyelashes were completely burned.

Ling Zhi pointed to the face of the deceased with his chin, motioned Tong Hu to come closer, and explained: "Look here, if the deceased was in a fire, people would close their eyes to protect the eyeballs instinctively, then the muscles around the eyes will be drawn, and the ends of the eyes will be closed. There will be goosefoot creases, and at the same time, the roots of the eyelashes will be retracted in the crevice, and there will be residue."

"You mean this is a homicide case, and fire prevention means to cover it up." Tong Hu squatted behind him and squinted at Ling Zhi.

"It's a homicide, that's right." Ling Zhi opened the jaw of the deceased, "There is no soot and charcoal deposits in the mouth, which is consistent with being in the fire scene after death."

Since he didn't bring any autopsy equipment with him, Ling Zhi went around the dead man's nose, and held the back of his bald head with his ten fingers. The smell of burnt meat made his face change slightly, and the beggar chicken that he and Lao Zhao had killed at noon made a demon in his stomach.

Pausing for a moment, Ling Zhi exhaled, "The skull is intact, the cervical spine is intact, and the humerus seems to have an old injury."

Tong Hu listened with great interest, followed Ling Zhi's autopsy hand with his eyes, and vaguely caught a glimpse of a spot of light. When he fixed his eyes, the spot of light seemed to be extinguished and disappeared without a trace.

He began to search in disbelief, but before he touched the corpse, he was stopped by Ling Zhi's hasty "wait"——

"There seems to be something here. If you don't believe me, come and see it." Tong Hu explained.

"No, no, it's not that you are not allowed to touch the dead body, I want to say..." Ling Zhi swallowed painfully, "Put a piece of osmanthus cake in my mouth while your hands are still clean, I feel a little sick .”

Ling Zhiren's little face was pale, and the beggar chicken in his stomach seemed to have come back to life, flapping its wings and jumping out of his throat, he urgently needed something to eat, so he let the chicken down.

"Eating when you're sick? You're not afraid of vomiting anymore."

Tong Hu said so, but obediently took out the oil paper wrapped in osmanthus cake in his arms, took the most complete piece of it and handed it to Ling Zhi's mouth.

Ling Zhi's mouth was very small, and he only bit his cheek half full, and Tong Hu put the remaining half into his mouth, frowning and wiped off the debris from the corner of Ling Zhi's mouth, as if to say, "It's a shame."

Ling Zhi was busy chewing pastries, and didn't pay much attention to the sudden intimacy, but Zhao Wanli was different. He rushed to the scene of the crime after receiving the notification from the diving team. Acquaintances, you eat dim sum one bite at a time.

Coughing and coughing, Zhao Wanli said in a broken voice, "I just passed away, maybe the soul hasn't flown far away yet, you two are not afraid to go out and hit the wall, and the ghost presses the bed in the middle of the night."

Ling Zhi was stumped by the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and naturally his tongue was not as fast as usual. He swung the knife at Zhao Wanli, and said vaguely, "I want you to take care of it."

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus suppressed the nausea in his stomach, Ling Zhi withdrew his attention, and stroked the approximate location Tong Hu pointed out inch by inch, "Is it here?"

Tong Hu gave a "hmm" and stuffed the oiled paper wrapped in debris back into his bosom.

hiss--

The fingertips were vaguely scratched by something sharp, and Ling Zhi retracted his hand reflexively and squeezed hard.

"Let me see!" Zhao Wanli snatched Ling Zhi's tender white paw, and after confirming that there was no redness, the heart in his throat eased, and he scolded, "I don't know how you live. As of today!"

"Oh, it's okay!" Breaking free from Zhao Wanli's rough and generous hands, Ling Zhi said with a playful smile, "I have a mother who protects me with the spirit of the sky, and my life is longer than longevity noodles!"

Zhao Wanli rolled his eyes at Ling Zhi, who was not in good shape, and plunged into the basin of cold water, "You don't need to take it seriously, sooner or later you will capsize in the gutter."

"Bah, bah, shut your crow's mouth quickly." After Ling Zhi finished yelling at Zhao Wanli, he turned his face away and looked at Tong Hu who hadn't farted a single fart, his mouth was flattened like an angry duck.

He didn't believe that Tong Hu didn't expect that the thing that pierced him might be poisonous, but he was afraid that Tong Hu would wish that something in him would seal his throat with blood so that he could get rid of his dog skin plaster.

With a long sigh, Ling Zhi got down to business: "The cause of death should be a needle inserted into the Zhangmen acupoint, and there is no tool to pull it out right now, why don't you guess what the murderer is first."

The thief's eyeballs secretly stared at the cold-blooded and ruthless Tong Hu, Ling Zhi's mouth was a little sour, and he bit his lower lip with his milky white rabbit teeth.

"Could you be a master of martial arts if you can drive the needle so deep?" Zhao Wanli flicked his wrist, and added, "He has the special skill of flying needles."

"I think you've read a lot of Jianghu tales. If the murderer really has the skill of flying needles, then even if the needle doesn't pass through the abdomen, it shouldn't be in it, right? The current situation is that the needle is sticking to the head and piercing the hand. !"

Ling Zhi spread all his grievances against Tong Hu on Zhao Wanli, and the word "tie hands" yelled so that the room echoed.

Zhao Wanli has always been broad-minded, so he didn't recognize Zichou Yinmao in Lingzhi's words, and pointed at Tong Hu with a square chin with stubble, "Huzi, what do you think?"

"Since it's taking someone's life, it's absolutely necessary to hit it with one blow as quickly as possible. For a man, there is no knife in his hand, so I think it's either a doctor or a woman."

When Tong Hu said this, his eyelids were lowered, and the indifference in the bottom of his eyes was tightly covered. Killing people with needles is too much of a joke. If the target is not stunned in advance, the chance of missing is more than 90.00%.

Zhao Wanli put his arms around his chest and laughed twice, as if he heard an out-of-the-ordinary joke, "A woman with delicate skin and tender flesh, how could she slap a needle into her abdominal cavity with bare hands? Don't forget that the deceased was still wearing clothes before he got burned. Where are the clothes!"

Tong Hu remained silent, he just output his ideas, it would be good if he could enlighten Ling Zhi, but it doesn't matter if he guessed wrong, he is not a policeman.

Even a fortune-teller who is well versed in the Ganzhi calendar, Yin-Yang and Five Elements may not be able to calculate accurately every time. If you don’t bet on houses or land, there is no need to be truthful.

The corners of Ling Zhi's mouth turned up, and he stood up and said, "Who said it was done with bare hands? Thimbles are not rare in cloth village."

Zhao Wanli's big eyes suddenly widened, "You mean, in Buzhuang..."

"What else are you talking about? The Submerged Fire Team sealed off the cloth village, and the fish must still be in the net." Ling Zhi gave Zhao Wanli a "follow up" look, and walked after the understanding Tong Hu.

At this time, the courtyard was full of densely packed people, looking at their attire, except for the servants, handymen, embroiderers, etc. of the cloth shop, there were also some guests who hadn't had time to leave.

Ling Zhi walked down the steps and interrupted the noisy discussion with alarmist words, "A murder and arson case occurred in Buzhuang. Everyone present is suspected. Now the men stand on the left and the women stand on the right, so that we can question them one by one."

"You say everyone is suspected, so they are all suspected? Looking at your young age, I am afraid that the six sects came here to fool people, right?" A young man with a lot of makeup in the crowd complained quite a bit.

"You're still young?" Zhao Wanli snorted coldly, pointing at the man with his arms up, "Hindering the six doors to handle the case, believe it or not, I'll take you back to eat porridge for two days now?!"

The black eyes fell lazily on the familiar Tou Er, and Ling Zhi stopped him with words: "Old Zhao, please be more polite with Mr. Zhumeng, you are full of nobles we can't afford to offend, be careful late at night with a sack on your head, Hit us black-eyed."

Ling Zhi's "superior" was very frivolous, and those who should understand, naturally understood.So, some people laughed, some people were embarrassed.

It's just that Zhao Wanli was stunned for a moment. He didn't remember who the familiar name was. He scratched his hairline and asked Ling Zhi for help in a daze, "Bamboo Dream? Who is it?"

Seeing that Zhao Wanli's eyesight was dull, Ling Zhi deliberately stuck out two fingers into the empty fist, and moved twice indescribably.

Tong Hu couldn't see Ling Zhi's humiliating gesture from the angle he was standing at, but Zhu Meng's face showed a sullen look, and the fist in his sleeve smashed towards him involuntarily——

Pulling the "innocent" little catcher behind him, Tong Hu caught Zhu Meng's soft fist, raised his foot and kicked towards the thin hip bone, Zhu Meng fell to the ground like a fragile flower branch.

Seeing this, everyone gasped.

"There are two tricks, Huzi." Zhao Wanli raised his thick eyebrows at Tong Hu.

Tong Hu smiled lightly, "It's just a matter of strength."

Staring at Tong Huwei'an's back, Ling Zhi couldn't help but feel sad for the doll who practiced martial arts since childhood.

Some people don't know a little bit of kung fu, but they are born with quick reflexes and infinite strength, just like the worldly masters who have no tricks to win and have tricks in the rivers and lakes.

Some people have practiced hard for decades, but they are nothing. In the end, they are injured and stay at home, lingering on the minimum subsidy of six doors.

Of course, he didn't mean to look down on his father.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I still think I'm some big shot in Shengdu City. I've been a former child prostitute of Le Luju for a long time, with a strong fox/sao/smell!" The vulgarity unique to the lower class.

Zhu Meng turned a deaf ear to Zhao Wanli's obscenities, and glared at the disfigured Tong Hu while clutching his shattered chin, "Hurry up? What's the difference between you and a hooligan? Today's disfigured revenge, I want you to pay back a hundredfold!"

Ling Zhi was worried that Tong Hu would beat him up badly, so he rested his forehead on Tong Hu's back shoulder and whispered, "Brother Huzi is almost done, we still have to catch fish!"

"How are you going to catch him?" Seeing Ling Zhi walking into the group of women, Tong Hu followed naturally.

Ling Zhi put his hands behind his back, raised his head and glanced at Tong Hu innocently, "Let me breathe the fresh air for a while, and then I will talk to you in detail."

"Don't show the medicine sold in the gourd? Or...you are delaying time." Tong Hu looked down at Ling Zhi's smooth forehead.

Hearing this, Ling Zhi stopped in his tracks, his sight falling like autumn leaves.

"You're right, it's delaying time." Ling Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and no one would notice the strangeness without looking carefully.

The night wind was as violent as a prodigal son. Not only did the beautiful woman burst into tears, but a few handymen and servants sneezed. Ling Zhi lingered for a long time, waiting for the moment when he took out his handkerchief.

Flicking the oily spots on Ru's skirt behind him, Ling Zhi stepped out of the group of women with his hands behind his back, with a confident and arrogant look.

"Throughout the ages, the poor use cloth, and the rich use silk. Of course, there is also Jin Wujiao, who has the body of the poor and the life of the rich."

Ling Zhi was talking nonsense, and his hands were not idle. He pulled out the black sandalwood hairpin from his bun and put it back in his sleeve.

All the strands of Ren Qingsi were scattered, and the bright moonlight reflected in the bottom of his eyes was poured to Tong Hu the moment he turned around.

"The angle and position of the deceased's injury is tricky, and the easiest body/position to attack is behind him."