C13

"What do you mean, sir? My daughter is already dead, how can you say that it's fortunate? " master zhou asked.

Ji Yunshu said with a dark expression, "I said it was fortunate that miss zhou died with regrets, leaving us with an obvious clue. That is, the hump on her shoulder blade."

"Uplift? "This?"

Ji Yunshu leisurely took out a pair of white gloves and put it on. She opened the Sandalwood Box she brought with her, but what was inside was not a painting tool, but rather a pair of tweezers, scissors and the like.

She picked up a small sharp knife, and in front of the crowd, she stabbed it into miss zhou's shoulder, deep into her flesh.

The congealed black and purple blood clots dripped down into the thick and rotten skin of the bag. A few red blood traces were even holding onto her tibia, as if they were thin foam. They dripped onto Miss Zhou's neck, her hair, and the gorgeous brocade.

What a waste of such a luxurious makeup set!

The knife in her hand went deeper, deeper, deeper, until it revealed the bulge on her shoulder.

This behavior naturally frightened everyone. Their faces turned green and they covered their mouths, almost vomiting.

Ji Yunshu calmly wiped the knife clean and put it back into the Sandalwood Box. She pinched the bones on miss zhou's shoulders and checked the protrusion on them, slowly coming up with a satisfactory answer.

As expected, his guess was completely correct.

"This bulging shape was caused by someone lifting and dragging both of her arms. Also, I found traces of someone grabbing onto her wrist."

Everyone endured the nauseous feeling in their hearts, but they were all stunned when they heard this.

With a bitter face, Madame Zhou asked doubtfully, "Mister, what does this have to do with my daughter's death?"

"Of course it does." Her eyes were filled with certainty. The servants and maids in the hall glanced around before asking, "Who was there when miss zhou died?"

From the crowd, a girl walked out trembling. She lowered her head and said, "I was just standing there."

Ji Yunshu looked her up and down. She was only thirteen or fourteen years old and looked pretty. She was gripping her wrist tightly with both her hands, looking a little frightened.

"Let me ask you, are you sure that your young lady died from the fall of a building two days ago?"

"I'm sure that Miss died in the fall. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're lying."

Ji Yunshu's words caused the entire hall to rumble.

Without another word, Madame Zhou walked up to the girl and slapped her.

"You damned girl. Speak, did you push the little miss downstairs? Why are you trying to harm my daughter? Is she not good to you?"

"Madam, it's not this servant. This servant really didn't push Miss Mo downstairs. Even if this servant had the guts, this servant still wouldn't dare!"

"Even Mister said you're lying. Who else could it be other than you? Someone, arrest this bitch and I want her to pay with her life for my daughter's death. "

"Madam …" Your servant is innocent! "

Ji Yunshu felt a headache coming on. With furrowed brows, she sighed and said, "Madam, I never told you the murderer was this girl. Can you stop by and wait for me to finish?"

master zhou also quickly pulled his wife to the side and tried to persuade her, "Madam, your health is not good, don't be angry. We will listen to you. You will definitely give Ning'er justice."

Madame Zhou was so anxious that she almost fainted. She held her chest while gasping for air, and could only sit to the side.

"Get up." Ji Yunshu bent down to help the crying little girl up.

However, the moment he touched her wrist, the girl's mouth was filled with an "En" from the pain. She then slowly got up.

This was naturally what Ji Yunshu saw.

Then, Ji Yunshu returned to the coffin and solemnly said, "master zhou, Madame Zhou, the reason why I said that girl lied was because she wasn't by miss zhou's side at the time. If she was, she would have found out that miss zhou was already dead at that time, and the time of her death was the night before."

"What?" master zhou was shocked.

Everyone started commenting. This Miss Zhou had obviously died from falling down a building the day before yesterday. How did it become the night of the day before yesterday?

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