Chapter 58: Dead face makeup

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In the spring, the nails, palms, and feet were not stained with dirt, sand, and the like. There was no suspicious residue on the clothes. As Feng said, she was not killed in the pond.
However, Yan Yan recalled the back garden of Yinfu, especially the pond near the wooden incense shed, which is surrounded by stones. If the head of the deceased is pressed into the water above the otter, it may not be contaminated with mud and sand. Is there jasmine and honeysuckle near that?

Will it be a bathtub?
Xiao Yu interrupted Yan Yan’s thoughts.
"It is very possible, then the other murderer should also be a woman?" Yan Yan once heard the late green, and it was a woman who was conspired with Cui Mei. Will it be the murderer?
Xiao Yu’s lips have a faint smile.
That’s not necessarily, many men also like bubble baths...

Man soaks the flower bath! Yan Yan scalp numb, strangely stunned Xiao Yu, "you guys are quite elegant."
Having said that, Xiao Yu’s words reminded Yan Yan that she immediately went back to check the shoulder and neck of the body. The scar was inverted and the corpse had entered the early stage of the . It can only be judged that this person is using the right hand. Stay behind the neck of the deceased and press her in the water.
Thinking of the first time I saw this spring corpse, she was slightly moved in her heart. She just rushed and did not dare to check it carefully. Even so, she remembered that there were bruises on the head of the deceased and overlapped with the wound.
At that time, the wound on the head of the deceased was covered by fresh blood, and the details could not be seen. The blood was obviously not the deceased, it might be an animal, or it could be someone else. This was the illusion that the murderer deliberately caused to create the illusion of a column.
At the first glance, I felt that the murderer might not be able to do enough. However, the sudden death of the face is blue and swollen, and there should be a big difference between being killed by a blunt device. Even if it was a rush, it should not be wrong.
"When you checked the body, what suspicious things have you found?" Yan Yan turned back and asked for the seal.
Feng Xun squatted with a beard and thought for a long while. "Is there anything unusual?"
There must be Yan Yan once again carefully observed the head of the body, and finally found some white powdery substance in the middle of the hair. "When you tested, did she paint?"
"Exactly, in order to see her face, the old man washed away the makeup on her face." Feng Xun turned and asked: "Women's makeup is normal?"
"But you later judged that she was dying!" Yan Yan was uncontrollable and somewhat angry. When the deceased was lying in front of the forensic doctor, he was destined to lose the opportunity to personally accuse the murderer. They gave everything to the forensic doctor. How could it be so rigorous?
Since she is dying, she can't carry a perfect makeup, and not to mention the Tang Dynasty, it is the era when she grew up, and not all makeup can be waterproof.
"Since I know that the murderer has another person, it must be painted by the murderer. Is there anything weird?" Feng Xun was reprimanded by a little girl, and she couldn’t help but yelled loudly.
Yan Yan stared at him coldly: "The spring is being killed, the face will certainly not look good, but this person can use her makeup to dress her up without any trace of flooding, so superb makeup technology, not all women can What is it? This kind of makeup, with inferior makeup powder is definitely not good, how many homes are sold in Suzhou City? What is the fragrance? What kind of? These are the lines!"
Feng Xun was questioned and asked, but in the end he only said: "There is a death cause for death, and the whole Tang Dynasty is like this. The old man is just doing things according to the rules."
Xiao Yu was originally holding a watchful scene, but he could take advantage of the cold anger in Yan Meimei, and his heart gradually became awe.
"But it, stop, know that the murderer is good at make-up, this is already a major breakthrough." Liu let the atmosphere look dignified, and immediately began to muddy, "What else can you find in the seventeen mothers?"
Yan Yan knows that when he meets the autopsy, he is serious. Here is Datang, not the original world. It relieves the emotions and says: "No, but I suspect that killing the spring is more than one person."
"And talk about it." Liu asked quickly.
"There was a superimposed scar on the forehead of the deceased. I carefully dissected it. The first layer was bruised and curved. There was simple exfoliation. The boundary of subcutaneous hemorrhage was not obvious. There was no indentation on the surface of the bone. This injury was caused before the deceased was born. The weapon was a wooden blunt, but it was not a wooden stick. For the time being, it was impossible to judge what it was." Yan Yan also did not listen to the professional terminology, anyway, she knew that she was making evidence. The final summary is fine.
After a pause, Yan Yan continued: "The skin on the edge of the secondary wound has not been rolled up, there is no sign of life reaction, and there is a comminuted fracture of the sag, the edge of the wound is neat, and the bone injury is horny. This shows that this wound is after death. Strike hard with a sharp metal blunt."
Liu let nodded thoughtfully. "How then can you judge the murderer as two people?"
"From the order of the wounds on the corpse, the murderer hit the dead with a wooden blunt on the front, but because the force was not enough, the victim only had an instant discomfort. The murderer saw her not dead, immediately pressed her into In the water filled with petals nearby, but at this time, the victims began to struggle, and when they were alive, they would have a greater potential than usual. Judging from the scars hit, the murderer’s strength would not be great, at least not It is a powerful man who is a strong man. Therefore, she alone cannot resist the resistance of the victim, so there may be another person who helps the murderer commit the crime."
"After the murderer smashed the person, he began to hide the corpse. The summer climate is hot. Where can the corpse hide to prevent the rapid corpse change?"
"The tea party, everyone is gathered in one place, how can the murderer be sure that Qin Silang will walk away alone? How to calculate the time to transport the body out?"
Yan Yan has a question that points to Yin Fu.
Why did Yin Yin propose a game of hide and seek that day? Is this murder really related to her?
Yan Yan spit out a sigh of relief and felt a little distracted. She felt faintly that she was about to see the truth of the matter. "I feel that I have lost some of my memory. I dream of a female face every night." Cloth, sinking in the water. It seems to be Yin Si Niang, Yin late night... Liu Shishi may wish to check her cause of death."
Liu Ling was surprised at Yan Yan’s words, but she also suspected Yin Yin’s murder, but although she was suspicious, she did not have enough motivation to kill.
Yin Yi is the representative of the Yinfu lady model. She has always been a deep-minded person. She is very gentle and gentle. She rarely has the opportunity to see a man privately. She has never seen a few times with Qin Silang.
It seems now that Han Shan is killed in the Caixiu Pavilion and has a relationship with the main murderer of Yinfu. It is also reasonable to say that Yin Yu killed his acolyte. What reason does she have to kill Qin Silang and Han Shan? ?
Yan Yan was silent and handled two bodies, and she could provide the line. She has already said it. In Datang, she is not qualified, and she has no conditions to investigate this case. Then she can only go home to stay, think about what is causing the wounds in the spring, and then wait for the official investigation results.
"Why do you want to be self-mutilated?" Xiao Yu, the magnetic and elegant voice of Xiao Yu is on the side of Yan Yan.
After taking the power fence, Yan Yan took off the mask and sighed slightly: "People who are self-harming are usually in a kind of emotion, such as regret, resentment, jealousy, hate, etc. And suffering from Yangmei sore, which is a kind of flower willow disease, the face must be ugly, she must be a person who cares about the appearance, and there is some kind of end emotion in the heart, self-mutilation is not surprising."
After Yan Yan finished, he rushed to his tiny jaw, then turned to Liu Ren and others to say goodbye. The corpse was also finished, and the said things were also said, naturally there is no reason to stay.
When I went out of the morgue, I realized that it was raining outside. Yan Yan took the power fence, and he did not care, and stepped directly into the rain.
Shao Ming's face was pale and blue, followed by a blank head. He was covered by the rain, and he returned to the soul. He quickly said to Yan Yan and ran to the carriage to take the umbrella.
Yan Yan was not anxiously walking towards the lane where the carriage was parked.
After walking for a while, suddenly the light was dim, she looked up subconsciously.
Separated by the power saponin, he slammed against a pair of black stars, the handsome face with a light and elegant smile, holding a paper umbrella over her head.
"Isn't that the mother said, looking for a time and a detailed discussion of the meaning of the 'pathogen'? Just in time today." Xiao Yu smiled.
"I don't have time." Yan Yan faintly replied.
Xiao Yu’s eyebrows are slightly picky.
What do you want to do with your mother? Let’s do it with you. We can talk while we are busy.

Yan Yan frowned and stared at him quietly. When he heard the sound, he felt that he was a calm and ignorant person, but when he met, he knew that this person was calm and unremarkable, but he was very bad.
"I want to embroider, sew, and talk to my sister about rouge gouache." Yan Yan dropped this sentence and turned away.
Xiao Yu stood in the place and did not catch up, holding an umbrella, holding her back and Shao Minghui, and then did not enter the lane of the carriage.
After Yan Yan got on the carriage, she solved the power fence and couldn't help but glance at the window, but saw that the red robe costume was holding a paper umbrella with a landscape and standing still in the distance, slightly lowering her head, as if It is in listening to the to report things, the eyebrows are slightly stunned, the nose of Ying Ting, the tough curve of the jaw, as Xing Niang said, there is really no place.
When Yan Yanzheng tried to regain his gaze, he saw him looking at the carriage and smiled as if he knew she was watching him.
Yan Yan brows wrinkled, retracted and leaned on the cushion.
The sky is getting darker and darker. Because of the rain just yesterday, the suburbs are not good, so just after leaving the city, the carriage will gallop and go to the countryside to slow down slowly.
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