"Madam Wen, this is the Lord of Ning'an County and the coroner of our yamen." Hou Yang couldn't help but say.

Mrs. Wen was stunned and looked at Bo Ruoyou up and down, shocked and suspicious. Mr. Wen, who was beside him, saw that it was Hou Yang's words, and Wu Xiang and others had no strange expressions, so he knew that it was impossible to make a fraud. He was shocked and bowed and said, "Go to the county lord. Zhuo Jing was so sad that he died of a dog's son. He was offended. Please atone for his sins."

Bo Ruoyou didn't care about these things, so he just looked back at Wen Jin's body, "I am a yamen coroner, and my duty is to examine the body. The zombie zombie on the young master has completely disappeared. The death time is at least three days. It was snowing last night, and the zombie zombie should be relieved more slowly. With a little calculation, you will know that he died for a long time. When Captain Wu said that when you sent someone to report to the official, he was lost on the eleventh day of the winter moon, so I guess he should have been killed on the day he was lost."

Mr. Wen could not understand the words of zombie zombie zombie, and his face was confused for a moment. Bo Ruoyou said patiently: "After a person dies, the body becomes stiff, and after a few days, it will become soft again. This zombie is zombie zombie. If the zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie zombie

After explaining this, Mr. Wen and his wife understood it roughly. Mrs. Wen wiped her tears and her face became a little gloomy.

Wu Xiang comforted again: "Don't worry, the government will do its best to find out why the young master died. If he was really murdered, he will definitely not let the murderer go to justice. But the government also needs your help. Now I will ask you a few questions. You must answer carefully and don't miss it."

Mrs. Wen was crying and her eyes were swaying, but Mr. Wen could still calm her mind. He responded and looked into the room. Seeing his son's body, he looked sad and couldn't bear it. He quickly persuaded Mrs. Wen to go to the front hall.

Wu Xiang called He Chang and another yamen servant, and the two followed and asked. When they turned around, Bo Ruoyou had walked to the body again.

She did not start an autopsy, but just stood beside the long case, her eyes on the body of this not-so-serious child.

The body was brought back last night, so there was no ice and snow on the collars, but the mud stains on it were slowly walking, as if a child had rolled in the mud. Although there were purple scars and scabbed wounds on his exposed hands and feet, no fatal injuries were seen. Although his clothes were torn, there were no obvious blood stains or wounds that were attacked.

"Head Captain, do you find it strange?"

Bo Ruoyou looked at it and suddenly spoke. Wu Xiang also looked at Wen Jin's body and frowned when he heard this, "Where are you talking about strange things?"

Wu Xiang has also seen many dead bodies, but he has not figured out what Bo Ruoyou meant right now, but he hesitated and said: "If I die for more than three days, then the ** is not as serious as I imagined. Maybe because of the cold weather, I have to say something strange, just... the child's face is a little too pale..."

After saying this, Wu Xiang became more and more sure, "Yes, his face is too pale."

The person died for more than three days, and even if it was well preserved at low temperatures, it would be difficult to see blood on his face again. However, the paleness on Wen Jin's face was even more than any corpse that Wu Xiang had seen in the past.

Not only is the intact white on the face so creepy, but even the blue and purple rot marks look particularly light in color.

Wu Xiang was surprised and Bo Ruo said in a cold voice: "He was indeed murdered, not an accident."

Wu Xiang frowned, "How to be sure? I saw that there were no external injuries on his body, no traces on his neck, and no obvious blood stains were seen on his body. If he was murdered, what was the reason for his death?"

"Just looking like this, you can't tell the cause of death, because—"

"He died of blood after being let down."

Wu Xiang's heart thumped. When he went to see Wen Jin's body again, all doubts seemed to be resolved. "I think his face was strange. At first glance, I didn't feel strange. But after a little closer, I felt that his face turned particularly white, but because the blood on his body was dry?"

Bo Ruoyou had already started wearing handguards, so she was not in a hurry to untidy her clothes, but went to check on the exposed hands and feet of the deceased, especially the exposed feet of the deceased.

The wound on his feet was on the soles of his feet, the size of a soybean, as if it was scratched by some stone. Although his ankles and soles were stained with mud, the inside of his toenails was very clean, which showed that Wen Jin was not walking barefoot in the mountains and mud. Most of the mud and sand on his feet were stained with the abandoned corpse.

She frowned and thoughtful, and Wu Xiang ordered the yamen to go and ask questions from the shopkeeper and the servants in the store to see when Wen's family stayed in the store, someone had a grudge with Wen's family. As soon as he finished giving the order, a sound of firecrackers suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard wall.

A wall is separated by a long street here. Bo Ruoyou and Wu Xiang were shocked and looked out. The snow had become smaller, but now it is not the same festival, so why are firecrackers set off?

Wu Xiang immediately sent someone out to ask, and soon the yamen came back and reported: "The headmaster is for the birthday of Buddha. Now there are many pilgrims coming and going, and the town is full of lively. During the birthday of Buddha, there are lanterns in the town, porridge and juggling, and these firecrackers are also available for the celebration and excitement of shops."

Wu Xiang looked at the direction of Xiangguo Temple on Nanshan Mountain and said helplessly: "I am not afraid of disturbing the Buddha."

He turned around and saw that Bo Ruoyou was already checking the deceased's hands. She was holding a bamboo tweezer in her hand and was carefully scraping something out of the deceased's nails. Wu Xiang hurriedly walked forward, "What did you find?"

Bo Ruoyou took a piece of paper and put it on a long table, and soon scraped out sporadic objects. "The deceased also had a lot of mud stains on his hands, but the nails were very clean, except for the ring finger and middle finger of his right hand that were dipped in his nails."

After scraping out all the contents, Bo Ruoyou took off his guard and twisted it with his fingertips. Wu Xiang said, "Is it mud?"

"No--" Bo Ruoyou denied it quickly, "It's a bit like paint, but it's not as solid as paint..."

She twisted her suspiciously, and then some water was dipped on her fingertips. At this moment, the condensed thing suddenly softened a lot when it came to water. In this way, Bo Ruoyou was more sure that it was not paint. At this time, she saw some traces left on the paper, and her eyes lit up, "It's not paint, it's paint."

Wu Xiang was also surprised, "Pigment?"
Chapter completed!