Liu Sha murmured: "What a ghost! Another one has been hanged, and he's still wearing red? He's going to be a bad guy."

Although they are both police officers and have seen many corpses, there is a difference between killing people and killing people. The cold wind blows and the red clothes fly, giving people an eerie feeling.

But Ye Caitang had already squatted down next to the female corpse.

Xia Yue ordered: "Wang Tong went back to find Wu Zuo for an autopsy. Liu Sha sent..."

As Xia Yue said this, he lowered his head and saw Ye Caitang lifting the chin of the female corpse to look at her neck. He felt a thump in his heart and was about to grab her hand when he heard her speak.

"Preliminary estimates show that judging from the strangulation marks on the neck of the deceased, he was indeed hanged. This is the scene of the first crime, and the deceased has not been moved." Ye Caitang said.

Xia Yue's hand didn't touch Ye Caitang and stiffened for a moment.

Ye Caitang said: "The body is still soft, with no body spots or rigor mortis. Considering that there have been people here in the afternoon, the death time of the deceased was not more than an hour, or even not long ago."

Ye Caitang looked around and sighed.

It's a pity that there is no surveillance here, and it is almost impossible to have witnesses. In such a large deserted house, the murderer can't be found wherever he hides after killing people.

The surrounding ground was littered with footprints. In the afternoon, due to Lin Ling's death, many people came to the Bajiao Pavilion and surrounding areas to watch the fun, hired workers, government officials, etc. The footprints were crisscrossed and had no reference value.

After Ye Caitang finished speaking, he heard only silence around him, and couldn't help but look up at Xia Yue strangely.

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"I said, you really understand, you are not talking nonsense?" Liu Sha said unexpectedly: "How do you know she was hanged, not strangled? Or she was knocked unconscious and then hanged.

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"Look here." Ye Caitang lifted the deceased's chin with two fingers: "There is only one strangulation mark, which matches the shape and texture of the murder weapon."

Several people squatted down.

On the woman's neck, there was only a bruise mark near her chin.

Ye Caitang explained: "If the deceased was strangled elsewhere and transported here and hung up, then there would be two strangulation marks on the neck."

It sounded impressive, so Xia Yue didn't interrupt.

Ye Caitang said: "One is a strangulation mark caused by repeated rubbing back and forth during the struggle when being strangled, usually in the middle of the neck. The other is caused by compression when being hung up, near the lower jaw."

Liu Sha gestured on his neck: "It's true."

Ye Caitang pointed to the strangulation mark on the female body: "There is only one strangulation mark on her neck, near her chin, which was caused by the pressure of the rope without repeated friction. There is a slight blurring on the edge of the bruise, which was caused when she started struggling, because she

Due to his weight, the degree of struggle was very small. But it can be proved that the deceased was conscious at this time and was not knocked unconscious or fainted."

An expert will know if it is there as soon as he takes action.

Ye Caitang said: "But whether there are other injuries on the body of the deceased needs to be carefully inspected. We can't be sure now."

Although it is only a few words, it gives the impression that it is inexplicably more precise and skillful than the old man in Six Doors.

Wang Tong couldn't help but said: "Boss, do you still want to call me?"

Xia Yue's thoughts on the female body in red were even half-divided by Ye Caitang. He pondered for a moment: "You said before that your father is a traitor, so you understand?"

Ye Caitang nodded.

Fortunately, I have this academic background, otherwise it would be really hard to explain.

Xia Yue frowned and said, "I know all the famous poets in the capital. Who is your father?"

Ye Caitang said cheerfully: "My father is Ye Ming, and he passed away five years ago."

Ye Caitang is a senior forensic doctor who died in the line of duty five years ago. His soul has traveled through thousands of years and became the thirteen-year-old only daughter of Ye Ming, the widower of Baixia Village.

But when she opened her eyes, she was at Ye Ming's funeral, listening to the whispers of the villagers who were watching, saying that Ye Ming did not die of illness at all, but committed suicide out of fear of crime.

Ye Ming's death has always been a question mark in Ye Caitang's heart, but this matter cannot be investigated. She does not have the authority, and Ye Ming has not been really convicted. He died of illness, at least on the surface. Ye Caitang once sorted it out carefully.

There was nothing unusual about his body's memories of the time before his death.

Then let's just assume that he really died of illness. Now, it's okay for a son to inherit his father's legacy.

Hearing the word Ye Ming, Xia Yue's face changed obviously: "Are you Ye Ming's daughter?"

"Yes, I am the only daughter of my father, and he has taught me all the skills." Ye Caitang praised Haikou without hesitation: "The best is better than the old."

Xia Yue is not very old either. He looks to be a few years older than Ye Caitang at most. When Ye Ming died, he was even younger. He may not have been a headhunter five years ago. The two of them should not have worked together.

Ye Caitang looked at Xia Yue's expression carefully, trying to see some clues from his face, such as enemies being particularly jealous when meeting, or old friends being particularly emotional.

But Xia Yue's expression was very complicated, and Ye Caitang was very upset.

Unexpectedly, Xia Yue stared at Ye Caitang for a while and said calmly: "Your father lent me fifty taels of silver before he was alive."

Ye Caitang blurted out: "How is it possible?"

What a joke!

Xia Yue said: "The IOU is at my house and I will show it to you tomorrow. I originally thought that the debt will disappear after death. Since he has a daughter, the debt should be repaid by the father and the son."

Ye Caitang is a person with strong reasoning skills. Before doing things, he will also make various predictions about what will happen and how to deal with it.

For example, tonight, she came out and considered various situations.

She might find nothing, she might find clues, she might meet the murderer who returned, or someone else. The most ridiculous thing, even if she met Lin Ling's ghost, she had already thought about what to say.

But she never expected that she would meet her former creditor and owe fifty taels of silver.

Fifty taels of silver is a huge sum of money.

Ye Caitang had been in Baixia Village for five years. Even if he sold the house where she lived and everything in it, he couldn't sell it for fifty taels of silver, unless he added himself.

Fifty taels of silver, then she will be sold to Xia Yue as a cow or horse for the rest of her life.

Seeing Ye Caitang's blank and desperate expression at that moment, Xia Yue twitched his lips: "What, you don't believe it?"

Ye Caitang shook his head in a daze, really not believing it.

Xia Yue looked up at the sky, then pointed to the side: "It's too late anyway, just wait there, I'll get you an IOU later."
Chapter completed!