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Speaking of her father in the 21st century, the only adjectives that Ji Yunshu could use were 'speechlessness' and 'helplessness'!

If it wasn't for her insisting on applying for the remodeling major in university, she might have been 'groomed' by her senior forensic father to become an outstanding and abnormal forensic doctor.

Since she could remember, the most common objects in the house were not toys and children's books, but all sorts of weird knife tools and a bunch of messy experiments.

Therefore, Ji Yunshu had decided to abandon the forensic science department and choose reconstruction instead. However, since she had followed her father to and from the major laboratories since she was young, she had entered many times. Even if she did not have a forensic certificate, she was still comparable to a professional forensic doctor!

She didn't expect that after teleporting here, she would become the one she disliked the most!

Blame who?

One had to blame his perverted father!

Who told him to take her to the lab when he had something to do? He even turned her house into a mini laboratory, which caused her to inhale too much poisonous gas.

As a result, he died during the operation!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh.

He replied, "Maybe it's because my price is fair, so the yamen would need more than one person."

What a pity!

He took the painter's monthly allowance and did three sets of work!

"Don't worry, I will get Master Liu to give you more money later." Jing Rong was very generous and immediately added, "Currently, you have to settle this king's case."

Hearing that she could get more money, Ji Yunshu's interest was piqued. She had long taken a fancy to a new set of ink brushes from the Black Treasure House. The prices were already high, so how could she, who was always meticulous in her calculations, be willing to buy them!

"Then, Your Highness, how much should I add?" The small eyes turned round and smooth.

Jing Rong's face stiffened. Did this person lose his mind?

Such a small matter!

"I've already said it. We'll settle This King's case first. As for how much is added, that'll depend on This King's mood."

"Alright!"

Ji Yunshu became more spirited and started searching the corpse's skull with even more vigor. She was extremely serious!

Jing Rong, who was standing at the side, started to ponder. He seemed to be hesitating as he rolled his Adam's apple up and down before he finally asked.

"Mr. Ji, if... If I give you a pile of bones, will you be able to draw a face? "

Ji Yunshu looked at the dead body carefully while asking, "You keep it intact?"

He nodded.

"How long?"

"More than ten years ago."

"How did he die?" Ji Yunshu asked again, but she did not take her eyes off the corpse.

Jing Rong was puzzled. "Does it matter?"

"Of course."

Ji Yunshu simply propped herself up, her hands hanging in front of her without moving, her face bloody from the blood. She turned to look at him.

"If you die naturally, your bones will shrink in proportion to your original appearance, and your facial features will also deviate slightly, so you have to pay attention to this when painting. If you drown and your bones are submerged in water, there will be a certain amount of bending below the cheekbones, which will result in the difference between your lips and noses. If you hang or get strangled, then …"

Before she could finish, Jing Rong interrupted her.

"Burned."

Ji Yunshu pondered and didn't answer.

"Can't?" Jing Rong asked tentatively.

"I didn't say no, I just needed time."

"How long?"

Ji Yunshu noticed the nervousness in Jing Rong's tone. Asking such questions for no reason should have something to do with it!

She asked him, "How many are there?"

Jing Rong lowered his gaze and slowly spat out: "72."

"Ugh …"

Ji Yunshu was slightly stunned!

This was the first time Ji Yunshu had heard of such a sensational case.

Jing Rong's eyes were filled with anxiety as he wanted to know the answer.

Finally, after some thought, Ji Yunshu told him the time.

"If nothing unexpected happens, it might take a year."

"That long?" Jing Rong was shocked.

Hey, hey, hey! Do you think I'm an appraiser? How can you tell if it's real just by scanning with an instrument?

That was a corpse that was burned to death more than ten years ago! There were still 72 of them!

With a frown, Ji Yunshu said, "Your highness, I only have a pair of hands and a pair of eyes. Even if I don't eat, drink or sleep, it's impossible for me to paint those portraits in such a short period of time."

Jing Rong knew he was getting anxious. He took a deep breath and didn't say anything.

"What? Your highness suddenly said all these, could it be …"

Before he finished, Jing Rong shook his head: "Let's talk about this later. Take a good look at the corpse. How much you add is up to you."

It was obviously you, Prince, who asked me to speak.

Of course, Ji Yunshu didn't say these retorts out loud. It was better to take advantage of this heat to settle the case first.

Ji Yunshu examined the corpse from left to right. Ji Yunshu simply flipped the corpse over, exposing the charred back and unkempt buttocks of the corpse.

With just a glance, Ji Yunshu discovered the lower part of the corpse's back, an inch away from the upper part of the buttocks.

This place was a little strange!

The area was charred black, but the round flesh, with tiny lines in the middle, was not so black.

Why?

Jing Rong noticed her expression and asked: "What did you find?"

She pointed at the circular piece of meat. "Prince, look, why is the color of this piece of meat less than the surrounding black?"

The shape of the circle wasn't big. If one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't be able to see it.

"This shape... "It's very strange." Jing Rong squinted his eyes.

Ji Yunshu thought for a while, and her eyes suddenly lit up. "It's like when the deceased died, there was something pressing on their back, and that something must have been able to prevent fire, so when the corpse was burnt, only this piece of it was not completely burned, and it even left a mark."

Jing Rong nodded and agreed with her view.

However …

"Since he died in a house, it doesn't seem surprising that there's something under his body." Jing Rong analyzed.

Of course, she couldn't deny that fact, but Ji Yunshu's intuition told her that it wouldn't be so simple!

Right at this moment, a loud sound came from outside, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong looked at each other and walked out at the same time.

He saw Uncle Fu lying on the ground, beside a huge pot that had fallen to the ground. The fresh white vinegar inside the pot had all been spilled!

"Uncle Fu."

Ji Yunshu ran to Uncle Fu nervously and squatted down to take a look.

Ignoring the blood on his hands, he helped Uncle Fu up. Uncle Fu's arm was covered in blood and his clothes were torn.

This... It was a stab from the sword!

Jing Rong also noticed the sword wound on Wu Tie's arm, and he immediately noticed something.

In the blink of an eye, several black-clothed people jumped down from the roof of the house. With their faces covered and sword in hand, they stabbed towards Jing Rong without any leeway.

Ji Yunshu's eyes widened in shock!

Could it be that the prince was stabbed to death?

However, reality proved that she had underestimated the Buddha.

Jing Rong's robes fluttered in the wind. With a casual wave, he grabbed seven to eight long swords with his sleeves. With a sudden tug, he turned around and steadily dodged them!