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The corpse's throat was cut open, and its scorched skin and blood fused together, emitting a disgusting smell.

Jing Rong frowned in silence.

Ji Yunshu calmly put the knife to the side and inserted both her hands into the throat of the corpse. With the strength of five fingers, a piece of the throat was broken by her.

When he took it out, it was still stained with blood and dripping with thick, viscous blood.

Ji Yunshu's hands were covered in blood, and since she wasn't wearing gloves, it was as if she was playing with a toy as she turned the joints of her neck back and forth.

He did not feel disgusted at all!

Jing Rong, who was beside him, could no longer describe how he felt at this moment.

He had been on the battlefield and killed people. There were at least a thousand dead souls under his hands. Corpses littered the ground, and he didn't even blink.

However, this was the first time he saw someone take out the corpse's parts, holding them in their bare hands.

That scene was really refreshing!

"See what?" Jing Rong frowned.

"If a victim dies from poison, they have to know which poison they were infected with."

"What poison?"

"For the time being, I don't know."

Ji Yunshu tapped the bone in her throat, thought for a moment, and went out with the bloody bone.

The moment Uncle Fu finished inserting the incense outside, he saw Ji Yunshu leave the room.

"Uncle Fu, has the white vinegar water been boiled?" she asked.

Uncle Fu nodded, then pointed at a small room in the yard: "I know you want to use it, it's already done. Remember to change it after you use it."

"Got it."

She accepted the invitation and walked into the room with the bone in her hand.

Jing Rong also followed him like a shadow!

Jing Rong was shocked when he got to that room. His steps were fixed on the door frame as if he was plastered with glue, and he slowly inched his way inside.

In the dim room, only a single flickering candle was lit. The surrounding four walls were filled with tall and short shelves.

And on the shelves, there were countless bone ashes!

Ji Yunshu walked over to the big pot. Inside the pot was steaming hot white vinegar, so she threw the joint into the pot.

Glancing at Jing Rong, he probably guessed what he was thinking and said, "Don't be afraid, Prince, these urns are all filled with nameless foreign guests. Uncle Fu couldn't bear to throw their bodies into the wilderness and so he burned them and placed them in the urns."

"Little scholar, when has This King ever been afraid?" Jing Rong retorted.

The corner of Ji Yunshu's mouth pressed down.

A dead duck with a tough mouth!

While she was speaking, Jing Rong had walked to her side. He was puzzled when he saw her throw her throat bone into the boiling white vinegar.

"What are you doing?"

"Boil the ribs soup." Ji Yunshu almost blurted out.

At that moment, Jing Rong felt someone lift the back of his head and a gust of cold wind drilled into the back of his head!

Just as he was caught off guard by the cold, Ji Yunshu exclaimed and pointed at the pot of white vinegar.

"My lord, take a look."

Jing Rong looked over, and he saw that the pot of white vinegar water, which was originally pure and white, had slowly turned black.

"Why is this happening?" He was surprised.

"Didn't I say it before, the throat bones of the five corpses are all soft in the middle, hard on the top and hard on the bottom. This kind of indication is death due to poisoning, then the bones of the dead must also be poisonous, this little one can use boiling white vinegar to boil the bones, and can separate the bone marrow and venom from the throat bones, the black liquid that flows out, will naturally be poisonous." Ji Yunshu explained.

Jing Rong learned it again!

In the next moment, Ji Yunshu took out a piece of white handkerchief from her sleeve and dipped it in the faint black white vinegar. The corner of the handkerchief was immediately dyed black.

"This poison must be very toxic. Otherwise, it would be impossible for so much black liquid to flow out from the tiny bone in my throat."

Ji Yunshu looked carefully at the ball of black on the handkerchief, puzzled.

"Sir, do you know what poison this is?"

"This little one is not a doctor, and I'm not a poison maker. How would I know?"

"Will we be able to find the culprit if we investigate what poison it is?"

"No." Ji Yunshu answered with certainty.

Jing Rong frowned: "Then why did you waste your time checking this out? This King has no mood to quarrel with you. "

"Who said I was making a ruckus?"

"Then it's useless for you to check these."

"Can't a little bit of curiosity run wild? Can't you tell me what poison the victim was poisoned with? If you don't want to waste time, why don't you grab this young one to investigate? It's a cold night and it's really suitable for you to sleep in my room. "

Ji Yunshu was right about every word she said!

Jing Rong only said one sentence, and the little scholar only said that many.

Jing Rong revealed the word "Chuan" in the middle of his brows. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I have a request for you, so I naturally do not have the qualifications to urge you. It's just that those five people are all my subordinates.

Jing Rong, who had such a worried look on his face, lost his frivolous attitude and his devilishly cunning personality. With a slightly pained look in his eyes, he was truly charming!

Men should be like this!

Ji Yunshu stuffed the handkerchief into her waist. Because it was stained with her bloody handprint, the handkerchief looked extremely horrifying.

She turned around and took a step forward, "Your Highness, aren't you going to investigate? Then hurry up. "

"…"

Jing Rong still followed obediently.

When they went out, Uncle Fu went in.

Every time Ji Yunshu came, he would boil a big pot of white vinegar water for her to cook her bones!

However, he couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the black coloured vinegar in the pot.

"This child forgets to change water every time."

Finally, it was Uncle Fu who changed the water.

Ji Yunshu returned to the five corpses with a serious expression on her face. Ignoring the blood on her hands, she rolled up her sleeves and tilted the corpses' heads with her delicate, jade-like hands.

Using his ten fingers and his middle finger, he pressed them against the back of the corpse's neck. A moment later, he picked up the broad saber and stabbed it into the back of the corpse, cutting upwards until the back of the skull was exposed.

He then continued to analyze, "The deceased actually had some traces of being touched by the murderer. That means there must be traces of the murderer on the body of the deceased. If I can find some scars, I will be able to find the characteristics of the murderer."

"For example?" Jing Rong asked.

"For example, is the killer tall or short, is it male or female, and does he usually use his left hand when killing them? Or was it the right hand? From the front? Or from behind? and so on and so forth. "

It sounded too mystical!

Although Ji Yunshu found the culprit based on the condition of Miss Zhou's body, Jing Rong was still skeptical.

"We can find this many corpses?"

"If the dead man wants to tell us, he can."

After a moment, Jing Rong was puzzled again: "Isn't Teacher the painter from the yamen? How could he do coroner work? "And he even did what a judge should have done!"

That's right, how could he remember that she was a painter when she was in the yamen?

Ji Yunshu had also asked herself many times, she was clearly a reconstruction master, she was obviously doing the elegant work of a painter, but she ended up in the wrong path.

Blame who? Blame her for having a father as a medical examiner!