Chapter 94: What is the murder weapon?
The woman looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and even then, her skin still had a rosy complexion. She must have been a lively person when she was alive.
There was a thin layer of calluses on her hands, especially on her index fingers and thumbs, as if she had touched something frequently.
After a while, Yan Quan was a little scared. He mustered up the courage to say, "Sir, why don't you just not look at it? The coroner's examination is very thorough."
Zhao Yan shook his head. "She died unjustly at such a young age. As her father and mother, I must seek justice for her."
Yan Quan knew that Lord Zhao was a man of his word, so he shut up, squinted his eyes and looked at him, then bowed back a few more times.
After a while, the errand boy said, "Miss Yu will be here soon."
Zhao Yan turned his gaze away imperceptibly. He was here to investigate the case. Even if she was confused, she would not find it abrupt. She would think that he appeared in front of her intentionally.
After a while, a female voice was heard outside.
Zhao Yan became more and more tense, and naturally restrained his expression, looking more like a serious official.
At this time, a male voice said, "Huatang, I think you should not go. You don't have to have a female craftsman to see a wound on your neck. Your senior brother can also do it..."
Baili Yunzhou had disagreed from the beginning, but now that he had arrived, he felt it was even more frightening. He couldn't help but say, "Huatang... did you hear me?"
Yu Huatang ignored him and followed the guide into the room. He saw four people in the room at a glance: the coroner, Zhao Yan, Yan Quan, and Wang Zhubu.
Baili Yunzhou followed in.
Yu Huatang bowed calmly, and Baili Yunzhou followed suit, saying, "That depends... I thought Huatang might be a little scared, so I came with her."
The coroner said, "Excuse me, Miss Yu. We have a saying in our profession: Anyone who comes to help the deceased will understand. They will repay you in the next life, so Miss Yu, don't be afraid."
Yu Huatang nodded. She looked over and asked, "What do you want me to see, sir? After all, I've never been exposed to these things..."
The coroner said, "We just want to confirm what the murder weapon is. This murder weapon should be familiar to your craftsmen."
Yu Huatang nodded and walked over, while Zhao Yan and the other three all retreated.
Baili Yunzhou was a little scared at first, but now he didn't want to lose face in front of a few men, so he followed along and asked, "She looks very healthy. Isn't it said that when you die, you turn pale?"
The coroner said, "This is because she was hung upside down after her death."
Baili Yunzhou's mind froze. He stretched out his hands and bowed three times.
Yu Huatang looked at him amusedly. "Why don't you go out? There are so many people here. I'm not afraid. Besides, the adults just said that we are here to help her. She will thank us."
"It's okay... I... I'm not afraid. Huatang, just look at it." Baili Yunzhou was stubborn and could not back down at this moment, especially since her ex-husband who was plotting against her was still there.
The coroner nodded silently to her words, and Zhao Yan, who was standing at the innermost side, followed her closely with his eyes.
When they arrived at the woman's side, the coroner lifted the white cloth to her legs. Yu Huatang took a breath and his face changed in an instant.
Zhao Yan immediately noticed her expression and felt a little reluctant.
At this time, the coroner handed over gloves and a veil, "Please."
At this time, Baili Yunzhou took off the string of Buddhist beads he was wearing, took her hand, and said, "Please feel at ease. Wear it, it is blessed. We are both men, with strong yang energy, so we are not afraid of these. You, a woman, do have some yin energy."
Seeing so many people waiting, Yu Huatang couldn't refuse, "I'll give it back to you later."
"No, no, you wear it."
Yan Quan and Wang Zhubu immediately looked at the Buddhist beads, and then glanced at Zhao Yan imperceptibly.
Yan Quan signaled Wang Zhubu to look at Zhao Yan's expression, and Wang Zhubu signaled him not to think about it at the moment.
Zhao Yan stared at the Buddhist beads in her hand, and his heart began to ache.
Generally, jade pendants and bracelets are personal belongings, and these worn on the hands are more private. This string of beads just retained Baili Yunzhou's body temperature, but now it was worn on her hand. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
According to Baili Yunzhou's thoughts, he would definitely not take it back. Over time, this string of Buddhist beads was worn on her hand. He felt a little uncomfortable. He and her husband had not shared items like this in three years.
But Baili Yunzhou did it so easily.
At this time, the coroner said, "These wounds on the neck look like very thin thread-like objects."
Yu Huatang also looked over, then slowly shifted her gaze to the woman's hand. She asked, "What did she do for a living?"
Wang Zhubu replied, "He Fu said that he used to learn some skills, but after the fourteenth was taken to the He Fu, he lived a life of luxury."
Yu Huatang shook his head. "The coroner probably wouldn't agree with that. The calluses on this woman's hands must be from years of hard work. If she recuperated for a few years, they should fall off. They wouldn't be so stubborn."
The coroner nodded approvingly. "So I guess she might have been strangled while working."
Yu Huatang also continued, "I just looked at her injuries and I suspect she was strangled with a thin iron wire wrapped in fine cotton thread. This kind of thin iron wire is usually used in lantern frames. The murderer must have known what would be exposed, so he wrapped it with a layer of fine cotton thread. However, the thin cotton thread is not as tough as the iron wire, so the iron wire must have been exposed during the murder, which caused the wound to look like sha."
The coroner finally confirmed his guess and said approvingly, "That's it. I was wondering why the murderer used something to wrap it up, and now I know it was thin cotton thread. But, Miss Yu, how did you figure that out?"
Everyone looked at her. Yu Huatang said embarrassedly, "I just guessed that this woman might make some lanterns to sell. The calluses on her hands are unique to us craftsmen. Also, for those in our line of work, fine cotton thread is a must."
At this time, Wang Zhubu said, "So the He family is lying. This woman's life in the He Mansion was not good. You could even say she was living under someone else's roof. Why did the He Mansion do this? After this woman died, the He Mansion even had someone change her clothes, just to hide her poor life. Why is that?"
At this time, the coroner guessed, "Some wealthy families are more concerned about face, perhaps for the sake of reputation."
"Can you kill someone so viciously just for the sake of reputation?" Baili Yunzhou naturally assumed that someone from the He Mansion was responsible. He then said, "Huatang, now that the matter is clear, let's go. I'll leave this to you gentlemen."
Zhao Yan also came out and said, "Thank you for your help, Miss Yu."
Baili Yunzhou rolled his eyes and looked at Zhao Yan with impatience. He snorted coldly to show his dissatisfaction and looked at him provocatively to see if he had any other tricks up his sleeve.
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