Chapter 21: Clues about the murderer might scare the girl.
Seeing Luo Songyan again, the county magistrate felt uneasy, and the wings on his black hat trembled back and forth.
"Miss Gui, you must help me." He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and took two steps at a time to come forward.
When he saw Luan Shuangbai who came uninvited, he was even more overjoyed.
County Magistrate Luo didn't care about his usual elegant demeanor. He was so worried that he even pulled out a few strands of his beard.
"I have no clue at the moment. The victim's body is still in the dark room. I dare not let anyone take it away rashly until the case is closed."
The dead cannot be buried in peace, no wonder there are people making trouble at the door.
Fortunately, it is winter. If it were summer, the body would rot and stink if not properly preserved.
"Sir, in that case, can we go to the dark room and take a look?" Luan Shuangbai didn't have much experience in solving cases, but he had seen dead people before.
Perhaps some of the missing clues are on the neglected bodies.
"That's convenient, that's convenient." County Magistrate Luo himself had no intention of leaving, but only called the jailer and the coroner to accompany him.
On the day he received the report, he saw a corpse. The tragic scene frightened him so much that he couldn't sleep all night.
The darkroom is underground, and the blue brick structure keeps the indoor temperature lower.
A strange, chilly wind blew over, and Gui Zhier shuddered unconsciously. Luan Shuangbai was quick to cover her eyes.
His palm was warm, and the girl's eyelashes fluttered softly.
"It's okay, little general." Guizhier didn't understand his good intentions.
"I'm afraid the girl will be scared." Luan Shuangbai put down his hand and muttered softly, "Dead people are never pretty."
He took the cloth strips handed to him by the coroner to block out the stench of the corpse, covered Guizhier's mouth and nose with them and tied them up.
The cloth strips are made by rubbing crushed garlic, ginger and vinegar. Although they smell unpleasant, they can resist the stench of corpses and epidemics.
"Thank you." Guizhier smiled at Luan Shuangbai.
She selected tweezers and a hook as tools and walked towards the body.
All six bodies were pale and bloody.
The wound was very messy, as if it was cut repeatedly with a kitchen knife, and it was impossible to tell where the first fatal wound was.
Among them was a man in his forties, in good health.
The coroner added: "The autopsy found that the man's face was covered in blood, his head and body were separated, and there were signs of struggle on his wrists. It was confirmed that he was hacked to death."
Luan Shuangbai had just finished his meal, so he could only suppress his nausea and go forward to observe carefully.
Guizhi'er's expression was even calmer and more composed.
Not to mention ordinary corpses, she had also seen zombies with their brains blown out, and interstellar Zerg with broken claws spewing mucus.
"They were so brutal, it seems like they had a grudge against the deceased's family." Luan Shuangbai frowned, "Have you investigated this aspect?"
The warden, waiting respectfully on the side, bowed and replied, "Your Excellency, the Lu family is usually kind to others, and the neighbors are all dissatisfied. Sometimes people ask for credit at the tavern, but they never push too hard."
"So, how much does the Lu family tavern earn? Are there any signs of theft?" Gui Zhier carefully parted her hair with tweezers.
"It's just a small business." The warden shook his head.
That's strange.
If he's not seeking revenge or stealing money, he can't be killing people randomly, right?
After processing, the head and body of the corpse have been put together. Gui Zhier stared at the scar on the throat and carefully observed the depth with tweezers.
The wound caused by a kitchen knife is blunt, while this scratch is sharp and thin.
At the same time, Luan Shuangbai also found similar knife marks on the heart of another corpse.
The two looked at each other and said in unison: "This knife wound..."
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the scars were very similar to those caused by the scimitars commonly used by nomadic people.
Luan Shuangbai was confident: "I think the kitchen knife is just a cover-up, the real fatal wound is here."
Guizhier gently stroked her chin with her fingers and frowned unconsciously.
If there are really outsiders in the county town, things will become complicated.
"Young General, how about we go to the crime scene again?" Gui Zhier suggested.
Luan Shuangbai nodded in agreement.
On an afternoon after a heavy snowfall, the sky was bright and clear, with light white clouds floating in the air. If you ignored the muddy ground, it would have been a truly beautiful sight shrouded in mist.
The layout of Lu's Tavern is no different from other places.
Often after sunset, guests who have finished a day's work can spend a few copper coins to drink a pot of sake.
If you are willing to spend more money, you can add two more side dishes.
Because the store is not far from the barracks of the First Army of the Northern Border Defense, soldiers on leave are willing to patronize it, so the store can always remain in business.
"Why are there bloody footprints all over the ground?" Guizhier looked at the dried dark bloodstains in front of her and felt a headache.
The accompanying police chief rubbed his hands awkwardly.
"My dear lady, it turned out that a drunkard came to ask for a drink, but when he saw the body, he was so frightened that he started yelling. The people around him had no awareness of protecting the scene..."
"How did he get into the pub?"
Luan Shuangbai and Gui Zhier grasped the key point keenly and asked questions in unison.
A quarter of an hour later, the first person who reported the crime was summoned to the scene.
The man was wearing a brown linen shorts with a hemp rope tied around the waist, a pair of straw sandals, and walked crookedly.
In his hand he was clutching a small bottle, which gave off the aroma of cheap liquor.
Drink while you can.
Li San was a regular at the Lu Family Tavern. He worked hard in the countryside during the spring planting and autumn harvest seasons, but during the winter when he was idle, whenever he earned a few copper coins doing odd jobs in the county town, he would come and have a pot of wine.
"That afternoon, I was craving a lot of alcohol and knocked on the door but no one answered. But I pushed it and found the door was ajar, so I walked right in."
Li San stretched out his hand and reproduced his action of pushing the door open.
The man looked honest and had been questioned several times by the police, so he didn't seem to be lying.
"There are no signs of damage to the doors and windows of the pub, so we cannot rule out the possibility that the crime was committed by an acquaintance."
Gui Zhier pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered that County Magistrate Luo had mentioned a deserted well when he reported the case to Liu Shanyuan.
"Can you take us to the Arai where we found the murderer's clothes?"
Led by the patrolman, the group walked through the twisted weeds.
There was only a well mouth covered by dry vines and a thin layer of snow. If it weren't for the carpet search, almost no one would notice it.
The ancient well is not deep and you can see the bottom at a glance.
"It was here that we found two sets of blood-stained clothing," the chief of police said. "We suspect the murderer hid them here to avoid detection while fleeing."
The detectives are extremely meticulous and can find many clues just by looking at the clothes.
For example, the murderer should be two men, less than seven feet tall, one burly and the other weak.
But the difficulty lies in that, apart from this, nothing else can be inferred.
"Is that so... Then you didn't see any suspicious people when you were on stakeout?" Gui Zhier asked curiously.
After hearing these words, the chief of police was a little stunned.
"What do you mean by 'staking out'?" He didn't quite understand. "My dear lady, all this evidence has been stored in the government archives."
No way.
Guizhier smiled bitterly and held her forehead with her hand. What a good opportunity to wait and see!
After all, it is just a remote small county town, and there are only a few major and serious cases in a year, so the work is not professional enough.
If we conceal the news and send people to ambush around the ancient well, there is no guarantee that the murderer will not secretly come back to deal with the traces he left behind.
It is now three autumns too late to plant beans on August 15th.
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