As soon as the lid of the coffin was opened, the smell of rottenness overflowed pungently. Xu Wanshu, who had been dead for one month, was lying in mourning clothes. When she saw that there were dense maggots and flies crawling all over her body.

Even though Bo Ruoyou was a veteran, he couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene. The embroidered clothes beside him looked at each other for a moment. Seeing Bo Ruoyou's expression with hesitation and sympathy, Ning Xiao looked at her coldly.

Bo Ruoyou rolled up his sleeves, put in fragrant balls on his mouth, covered his face with silk handkerchiefs, and then put on the handguards given by Huo Weilou. Then he went forward to check it out. Ning Xiao saw the handguards, and unexpectedly flashed his face, and glanced at Huo Weilou again quickly.

Xu Kangwei and his wife stood not far away and did not dare to walk closer. Seeing that they were like this, Huo Weilou walked towards Bo Ruoyou. When he saw this in the coffin, his brows frowned.

The mountain wind was extremely cold. In order to prevent the dirty thing from being rubbed on Bo Ruoyou, her sleeves were quite high. At this moment, two thin white arms were exposed like tender lotus roots, which made people feel pity for her to look at. However, her face was cold and solemn, and she isolated all eyes.

Although Ning Xiao and the embroidered clothes envoy knew that their marquis would not bring someone who was not skilled around, Bo Ruoyou was a woman, and everyone was really not sure. At this moment, Bo Ruoyou pulled away the collar of the corpse between a zombie flies, everyone's expressions were a bit wonderful. Ning Xiao was watching with cold eyes, and when he saw this, his eyes could not help but slack.

Huo Weilou looked at Bo Ruoyou's slender waist, and the corpse insects were squirming at her hands. Xu Wanshu, who had been dead for a month, was not only rotten but also difficult to identify the human form at this moment. The body she was leaning against made it difficult for him to watch.

Huo Weilou turned his body and felt this kind of emotion in his heart for the first time. He clearly understood that it was not because Bo Ruoyou was a woman that he had never felt pity.

No matter how hard it is to bear it, it is a tolerance. Huo Weilou could not have made her hasty because of pity. But Bo Ruoyou obviously had no intention. She was alone on the edge of the coffin, and this investigation took half an hour.

When she stood up, she clearly faced the cold mountain wind, Bo Ruoyou was still sweating all over. She raised her hand and wiped her forehead with her arm, and then said, "The deceased died because of strangulation, not hanging."

The reason for the death was determined by one word, which also made Xu Wanshu's death determined by nature. If he was hanged or committed suicide, he would have been murdered if he was strangled. When Xu Kangwei and his wife heard this, they changed slightly. Seeing Xu Kangwei's face full of suspicion, Bo Ruo said in a cold voice and reported to Huo Weilou.

"The strangle mark is very similar to the strangle mark on the first deceased. The strangle mark is under the cartilage of the deceased's throat. If it is hanged, the strangle mark will not be so low. The strangle mark is circular on the neck and is not inclined high. If it is hanged, the marks on both sides of the neck are lifted upwards. In addition, the strangle marks on her body are deep, and the epidermis was damaged during the period, with many bleeding points, and the same is true on the eye mask. If it is to be verified, it will also cause obvious bleeding on the meninges in the brain. If it is hanged, it will not be accompanied by such serious bleeding. There are also no bleeding points in the strangle mark, and the congestion and swelling on the face will not be so serious."

After looking into the coffin, Bo Ruoyou said again: "The deceased had obvious scratches on his hands, and there was dirt in his nails. I haven't figured out what it is yet..."

She was holding another silk parcel in her hand. On the silk parcel were a few black dirt as big as a needle. Because it was stained with corpse water, the color seemed quite dirty at this moment. She paused and said, "It's thanks to Lord Xu that he had never cleaned Miss Xu's body well, so he buried her. Otherwise, these stains would not be seen."

After a person died, there were many rules for wearing mourning clothes, and the most basic thing was to tidy up the deceased. Not to mention helping her clean and dress up neatly. The Xu family did not even clean her exposed hands. It is conceivable how Xu Wanshu was taken back to the mansion that day and was wrapped in a coffin dress in a casual outfit.

Bo Ruoyou's words were clear and his voice was clear. He couldn't even look at Xu Kangwei, but he turned his face red and red.

She also said: "When she was murdered, she struggled violently. This can be proved by the fact that there were many bleeding points on her neck, as well as the contusions on the collarbone and neck. The murderer probably strangled her to death in a hidden place near the temple or a coincidence. The broken beam in the temple should be a coincidence. If you ask the person who first arrived at the place where the crime was happening here, you can tell... I saw the trauma on her hands and body that she did not commit suicide, but Lord Xu deliberately ignored it."

Xu Kangwei looked guilty and frightened, and wanted to explain, but now the evidence is in front of him, and any explanation is powerless. Bo Ruoyou said again: "In addition to bleeding and shape, the lesion scar is similar to the first deceased, and the depth of the left and right is also the same as that of the first deceased. If he had a little hesitation about whether he was a murderer earlier, then now it can be confirmed that several people in this case were killed by the same person."

"The wound on the outside of her arm was too rotten, and she could no longer tell which weapon was used. However, she could still see the obvious boundaries, and when she peeled off the skin, no extra wounds were left. As the saying goes, the murderer was good at exquisite knife skills, especially when Miss Xu's arm was slender, he was at ease with the knife. Most of the time he relied on the knife to make a living, or someone who was very good at some skill that required a knife."

As he said that, Bo Ruoyou signaled to the post-mortem knife in his hand: "For example, if a civilian girl uses a post-mortem knife, she can also peel off people's flesh like this."

She was very cautious, and Huo Weilou frowned slightly when he heard this, "I have suspected the chef and the butcher before-"

But Bo Ruoyou didn't answer the conversation immediately. Her eyes were quiet. It seemed that after these days, she had different ideas, but before she could speak, Huo Weilou said, "I'll talk about these roads. Now I think about it, there are still some omissions or something to be tested again. If it's gone, I'll go clean my hands first. We should go back to the city."

It was already late, and the clear weather was gloomy at this moment. If you stayed there, you might change the weather.

Bo Ruoyou first put the silk squid wrapped in a wooden box, and then went to see the corpse. The corpse that died for one month became serious. It is unlikely to find direct evidence about the murderer from above. The only scars left deep on the corpse told what happened that day. Bo Ruoyou determined several locations of the trauma, and then ordered the embroidered clothes to put the coffin together.

The coffin slowly closed, and Bo Ruoyou looked at Xu Wanshu who slowly disappeared under the lid of the coffin frowned. At this time, Huo Weilou asked them to build the tomb again while walking to Bo Ruoyou, "Come with me."

Bo Ruoyou didn't know what he was going to do, but he followed without thinking. After following him out of the Xu family's cemetery from the northwest corner, Bo Ruoyou realized that he was taking her to the valley ahead. Not long after the two walked, a sound of a gurgling stream entered Bo Ruoyou's ears. She was delighted, "How did the marquis know that there is a stream here?"

After walking past a piece of pine and cypress, a stream that was descending down the valley came into view. Bo Ruoyou was wearing a towel and a handkerchief on his face, only a pair of eyes were exposed, his hands were stained with dirt, and there was a smell of corpse on his body. After all, it was a woman, Xi Jie and Huo Weilou had not answered, but she had already rushed over.

Huo Weilou stood under a green pine and looked at her, "I have come before, so I will know."

Bo Ruoyouzai carefully washed his hands, then took off the towel and squid, revealing a sweaty little face. Seeing that the stream water was clear, she couldn't help but hold it and pounce on her face. In early spring, the stream water on the mountain was still bit cold, and she was not afraid. Huo Weilou raised his eyebrows, but wanted to say something but he held it back.

After washing it neatly, Bo Ruoyou stood up with a wet face. Now that she put down her sleeves, she returned to her gentle appearance. Looking at her appearance as a lady from a noble family, she was actually very rough. Huo Weilou shook his head and turned back to the cemetery.

Bo Ruoyou followed him and said while walking: "The strangulation marks that were strangled twice were almost the same. This made the female girl guess that the murderer always brought his own rope instead of a temporary intention. He just changed his way when he was plotting to murder the second lady of the Bo Mansion."

Huo Weilou traveled slowly, "Wei Ling had no fixed number of travels, and that day might have happened."

Bo Ruoyou followed, with towering pines and cypress around him, which made Bo Ruoyou feel quite at ease. She asked, "When you return to the city, will the marquis still go to the uncle's mansion?"

Huo Weilou turned his eyes to look at her, and when he saw her beautiful eyes looking at her, he nodded when he retracted his gaze, "Go."

After returning to the cemetery, Xu Wanshu's tomb had been built again. When everything was done, the group returned to the capital again and went down to Fengming Mountain. Bo Ruoyou couldn't help but lift the curtain and looked back at the mountain. There were many cemeteries and cemeteries on Fengming Mountain. The nobles of the capital also chose Fengshui treasure land here. Bo Ruoyou certainly remembered that Bo's cemetery was also included.

"What did you want to say about the murderer just now?"

When Huo Weilou asked this, Bo Ruoyou came back to his senses. She turned around and said, "Previously, the female girl suspected that the murderer might be a cook or a butcher, but now, I don't know if it was Lu Wenhe who suddenly involved the female girl and read many poems and paintings. The female girl now feels that the murderer is not a kind of chef."

"The murderer chose the murderer to be a young lady from a wealthy family. The most important feature is that she wore a red dress and had a cinnabar mole on her body. The family background cannot be ignored. Moreover, the three of hers were all in Lingxiao Poetry Club. The murderer accidentally chose the three of hers. This made the folk girl feel that the murderer must be a literary person. His hobby for cinnabar mole on a woman also made the folk girl think of some ghostly skin stories that had been seen in legendary scripts."

"Ghosts are born ugly. When they see the beautiful appearance of women in the world, they transform into humans and tempt them, and then murder them. They are just to seize the beautiful appearance of women. They put cinnabar rouge on the appearance of women and then wear them on themselves..."

Bo Ruoyou replied to this case, "The murderer's knife skills are sophisticated. Perhaps in his own opinion, he regards the woman's skin as a beauty, and his behavior is like spending a lot of money to buy paintings and poems. He is peeling off the woman's flesh to appreciate and collect, or he has such a flaw, so he feels jealous and wants to seize it."

What Bo Ruoyou said was no longer a simple inference that day. She even described the murderer's mentality. This seemingly cruel and difficult to find a normal motive to harm others. From Bo Ruoyou's words, it seems that there is a reasonable answer.

Huo Weilou stared at her, which made Bo Ruoyou a little embarrassed. "Did the murderer say the bright and clear moon? Some people in this world read good books, but their character may be inappropriate. Or maybe they look well-dressed, but they have ghosts in their hearts. With their own preferences, they have some unimaginable thoughts to harm people..."

"Didn't this husband say you are wrong?" Huo Weilou leaned against the wall of the car. "I think you have a good autopsy test and have such thoughts. It seems to be unsuitable for ordinary people, but he just found the motive for the murderer."

Bo Ruoyou breathed a sigh of relief, and Huo Weilou said: "If it is connected with literature, ink, poetry and painting, there are many ways to use knives, such as painting mounting, jade carvings, porcelain and clay sculptures, and book binding sold by the literary museum. Even in shops selling rice paper, cutting paper is a skill. Those who do these are either at least roughly literate, or they deal with elegant objects all day long, and they do fine work related to knives."

Although the murderer's method of committing the crime was cruel, when the woman was peeled off, it gave people a delicate and delicate feeling. It was indeed only possible for people who often deal with elegant things. Bo Ruoyou was sure to feel at ease. Huo Weilou lifted the curtain of the car and told Ning Xiao, "You go to the Xu family to see how the interrogation is. The maid must be found. I will go to Bo's mansion."

Ning Xiao was outside, and when the group returned to the capital, he walked apart a few minutes later. Huo Weilou took Bo Ruoyou straight to Zhongqin Bo Mansion. Before he arrived at Bo Mansion, the gatekeeper saw Huo Weilou coming in person, and he went to spread the news in panic.

Before he could reach the main courtyard, the old lady had already come to greet him in person, "It was the marquis who arrived in person?"

Huo Weilou first ordered the old lady to mourn, and then said: "This case was taken over by Ning Xiao. Today I got free, so I asked a few questions. I came to the mansion today to ask again."

While talking to Huo Weilou, the old lady went to see Bo Ruoyou, looked at Bo Ruoyou, and then looked at Huo Weilou. Although there was a look of surprise in her eyes, her face was not obvious. "The Marquis took his time to come. I think this case will be solved soon. Whatever the Marquis wants to ask is just asking."

After entering the main hall, as soon as the tea was up, Huo Weilou asked Wei Ling about asking Mr. to teach poetry. The old lady said, "It is indeed said. We support her likes these, but she never said she would invite anyone. At that time, I ordered someone to invite Lu Jijiu's classmates..."

Lu Jijiu's classmate was a different age than Lu Wenhe. Wei Ling did not get Lu Wenhe's approval, so he really didn't mention his name. He saw that the old lady wanted to invite the master, but he didn't really agree. Huo Weilou asked a few more questions. The old lady had never heard of Lu Wenhe in her words. Huo Weilou said, "I want to go to the second lady's boudoir to see."

The traces of a person's life naturally left the most in her place where she lived. Bo Ruoyou came to take a mortal exam the last time, but he did not go to Wei Ling's boudoir, and Ning Xiao only took away the books mentioned by the maid. When the old lady heard this, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Then let's go and take a look, but I'm afraid I can't find anything. Ling'er is just those preferences in her daily life."

Huo Weilou did not mention that she admired Lu Wenhe for the time being. When she arrived at the yard where Wei Ling lived, Wei Jun rushed over after hearing the news. When he saw that Huo Weilou had come in person, he hurriedly saluted. There was another person following Wei Jun.

Bo Ruoyou looked at it and saw the eldest lady of the Bo family I had met the last time.

Seeing that her expression was different, Huo Weilou also looked over. When the old lady saw this, she explained: "Mr. Marquis, this is Yixian, the eldest daughter of the Bo family. She has come here to accompany Jun'er every day."

Huo Wei looked motionless on the floor, and turned around and headed towards Wei Ling's boudoir. Bo Ruo calmed down and followed. As soon as he entered the door, he only looked at the inner room roughly and then headed to the study behind Duobao Pavilion.

Wei Ling really likes poetry, calligraphy and painting. Apart from the books shelves shelves of her study, her study room is still full of four treasures on the desk, and her calligraphy and film posts she likes in her daily life have been taken away, but at this moment, there is still a thick stack of them in the corner of the desk.

They had all read the books they brought back to the Marquis' Mansion, and now they were looking around the book case. Wei Jun stood at the door with the old lady, and Bo Yixian was also standing behind and looking curiously. She looked at Bo Ruoyou from time to time, her eyes full of curiosity.

Soon, Bo Ruoyou saw two stacks of gold-spilled papers on the bookshelf.

This thing is very common in wealthy families, but what makes Bo Ruoyou strange is that the number of these two stacks of gold-sprayed paper is high and low, and it is obviously used by Wei Ling a lot. Bo Ruoyou couldn't help but ask, "I wonder what these second lady sprinkled papers are used for on weekdays?"

Wei Jun knew that Bo Ruoyou was a coroner, so he said, "It is used to write a letter."

Bo Ruoyou raised his hand and counted the amount of gold-sprayed papers, and asked again, "When did you buy this gold-sprayed paper?"

Wei Jun thought for a while, "It was before the New Year, and at the end of the twelfth lunar month, I added two hundred pictures."

Bo Ruoyou frowned slightly, "From the end of the twelfth lunar month to the end of the New Year, Miss Second wrote more than fifty posts?"

She counted more than fifty pictures, but after the words were settled, Wei Jun couldn't help but step forward, "After the New Year, there were only one banquet at home, and she invited only four or five friends, so it's impossible to use more than fifty pictures. This..."

Even if you write more mistakes, it is enough to use more than ten pieces, but now there are so many fewer ones. So where has the remaining forty pieces of gold-spreaded paper been used by Wei Ling?

Huo Weilou immediately knew what Bo Ruoyou meant, and he asked in a deep voice: "Where did the waste paper she wrote on weekdays be thrown away?"

Wei Jun hesitated for a moment and immediately called someone to summon Lu Xiu, whom he had seen the last time. Lu Xiu hurriedly heard this question: "Miss was thrown in the trash can earlier. After the lady passed away, I cleaned up the house and threw away all the shreds of paper."

"Shredded paper?" Bo Ruoyou asked keenly.

Lu Xiu nodded, "Miss writing is ruined, and it is torn off, but it is still very broken." After a little hesitation, she also said, "Miss has never used this before, and it was only last summer."

Last summer?! Wei Ling and Lu Wenhe first met at the literary meeting at the Zhongyi Bo Mansion in June last year.

Bo Ruoyou and Huo Weilou looked at each other, and Bo Ruoyou asked anxiously: "Where did those shredded paper still go? Maybe they can be found back?"

Lu Xiu looked panicked when asked, "Throw... these paper items that you don't want and other debris that you want to throw away in the study are mostly thrown into the firewood piles in the kitchen... They are usually used to cause fire."

Huo Weilou ordered in a deep voice: "Lead the way--"

Lu Xiu did not dare to delay, and the old lady and the others also changed their expressions slightly. They all understood that Wei Ling might write letters to someone, and this person might be related to Wei Ling's murder. The old lady looked anxious and led Wei Jun along with her.

When I arrived at the kitchen yard of Bo Mansion, I saw the pile of firewood at a glance, and Bo Ruoyou frowned.

The pile of firewood was extremely high, and the debris mentioned by the Green Sleeve were apart from shredded paper, as well as large pieces of waste paper and dead branches and leaves mixed together. Looking over this way, I could only vaguely see a few pieces of paper with fine glittering gold powder. The old lady and the others looked at it and found it difficult to deal with it at the moment, but Huo Weilou had already ordered the embroidered clothes to go forward to search.

"No matter whether there are words or not, any torn gold-spreaded paper has been collected."

When the embroidered clothes envoy went to search, Huo Weilou asked Lu Xiu again, "When your lady was copying the letter, did she have any strange things next to her?"

Lu Xiu thought for a while, "Miss, don't let me serve in front of you."

Wei Jun and the old lady frowned when they heard this, and the old lady asked, "Why didn't you mention these things earlier?"

Lu Xiu was almost crying, "Miss said she likes quietness, but I didn't realize he was there. Every time I entered the door, I saw the lady throw away a lot of waste paper. I... I even thought of her as a lady, really studying hard and practicing writing."

The old lady stomped the crutches in her hand in anger, and Huo Weilou and Bo Ruoyou understood everything when they heard this. The old lady still had to ask. Huo Weilou said, "She did know someone else outside, but she has not yet investigated it clearly. The old lady is calm. If she takes it seriously for this person, I will let the old lady know in detail."

When Huo Weilou said this, the old lady had to sigh and respond. It took half an hour to find the latest gold-sprayed paper. Instead, she flipped through many dirty paper pieces left below in the pile of dead branches. Perhaps the fine pieces of paper that the servants had broken when they burned the fire were leaked.

Huo Weilou naturally wanted to take these away. When he said goodbye, the old lady personally sent him to the door of the mansion. As he was about to leave, the old lady suddenly asked, "Is it good that your mother is close?"

There was no turmoil on Huo Wei's floor, "There has been a lot of relaxation today, and Mrs. Lao is concerned about it."

The old lady of the Bo Mansion sighed and watched them leave without saying a word.

Huo Weilou took Bo Ruoyou to the side of the carriage. He used to be the first to enter the carriage. At this moment, he walked up, but did not immediately enter the carriage. Instead, he turned around and reached out to Bo Ruoyou, "Give me your hand--"

Bo Ruoyou turned his back to the old lady and his party, and his eyes widened in surprise.

She was about to lift her hand but she was obviously subconsciously obedient, but she didn't understand why it was like this. Helplessness flashed in Huo Weilou's eyes. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her up, and then held her waist and sent her into the carriage. Then he got into the carriage by himself.

This scene not only shocked the old ladies in the Bo Mansion gate, but also made the embroidered clothes of the driving and the left and right imperial horses a little messy. When Huo Weilou's carriage slowly walked around, Wei Jun said in surprise: "Isn't this coroner girl from the government office? Why...why..."

Bo Yixian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Didn't it mean that Wu Zhaohou is not close to women? It can be seen that he still hasn't met a beautiful enough person."

The old lady also frowned in the direction where the carriage left. At this time, Wei Jun said, "I forgot to tell you. The coroner girl's surname is Bo. That day she passed by you. She was a little surprised when she heard someone calling you a surname."

But Bo Yixian blinked, "Hey, there is another Bo family in the capital?"

Wei Jun laughed and shook his head, "I know, I know, you are the only one of the Bo family, one of the three ministers. That girl seems to be not a native of the capital."

In the carriage, Bo Ruoyou looked at Huo Weilou suspiciously, "Why is the Marquis like this?"
Chapter completed!