Chapter 110 This Damn Possessiveness
Li Jin didn't actually understand what Jin Shu was saying.
In this case, the time of death was more than two months ago. Even she, a genius corpse talker, could not find any decisive clues from the corpse. Yunfei is not a god either. Could he possibly peel off any remaining traces from this piece of iron?
Yunfei didn't quite understand this either.
He stood in front of Jin Shu, glancing at the black corpse in the coroner's room behind her, covering his mouth and nose, completely bewildered.
"Lord Yun, have you studied fingerprints?" Jin Shu asked, spreading out his palm. "That is, the patterns on the pads of each of our fingers."
At this moment, Li Jin found it difficult to define whether the genius before him had opened the door to a new world or led them astray.
Yunfei examined his own hand for a long time, then looked at Li Jin's and Zhou Zheng's palms, completely bewildered.
But Jin Shu didn't take it seriously and continued, "Everyone's fingerprints are unique, and because they are unique, each person has their own characteristics."
“Fingerprints leave marks not only on smooth surfaces, but also on wood, paper, and leather.” She held up her finger. “In other words, if someone commits a murder, their fingerprints will be left on the murder weapon.”
"In this way, when he denies the crime of murder, this unique fingerprint can be used to prove that he is the murderer, which is also a kind of evidence."
Jin Shu felt she had made herself very clear, but when she turned around, she met three men with surprised and bewildered expressions.
"Fingerprints?" Li Jin frowned.
“Fingerprints.” Yunfei gently stroked his chin.
"Never heard of it." Zhou Zheng shook his head.
"How do you know it's unique?" After a long pause, Li Jin raised his eyebrows and asked.
These words left Jin Shu speechless for a moment.
How do you explain this? She pursed her lips and made up a story with a straight face: "I've seen a lot of corpses, but I've never seen fingerprints that are exactly the same."
Li Jin was skeptical, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.
Yunfei, however, looked at his fingers with a half-understanding and then pulled Zhou Zheng's fingers to look at them for a long time. As if he had found a clue, he nodded and said, "This is a completely new direction, worth studying."
Seeing that he was interested, Jin Shu smiled and handed the iron plate in her hand to Yun Fei: "Lord Yun, there is a clear fingerprint on this. Although we don't know if it was left by the murderer or the victim, it should be helpful to your research."
"It might be a pleasant surprise if the murderer is caught later."
The three people were stunned for a moment. Yunfei hesitated for a moment, and seeing that Li Jin had no objection, he reached out and took the sign, saying thank you.
After he left, Li Jin glanced at Jin Shu's profile out of the corner of his eye, watching her carefully examine the corpse with her eyes down. He felt a restless urge, like being scratched by a cat.
Unusual, extremely unusual.
Jin Shu, who has always disliked being in the limelight, actually took the initiative to propose such a revolutionary idea.
After hesitating for a long time, Li Jin finally spoke up: "Did someone say something to you at noon?"
He frowned and asked tentatively.
Could it be that Li Qian was meddling and said something she shouldn't have?
Jin Shu looked up, puzzled, and asked, "No?"
"Then why did you think of looking for Yunfei?" He lowered his eyes. "You can tell me these thoughts directly."
Seeing the prince's awkward expression, Jin Shu was puzzled. She replied, "Lord Yun is an expert in trace evidence analysis. There's nothing wrong with talking to him directly, right?"
Even so, Li Jin still felt uncomfortable.
“Tell me next time,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. “You usually stand behind me, why did you suddenly step forward today?”
Jin Shu was taken aback.
Yes, in the past she always stood behind him habitually, and habitually did not participate in other things.
But today...
Jin Shu smiled, a smile that shone brightly in the setting sun: "It's probably because I want to do everything I can to help you, just like you do everything you can to protect us."
...
The dozen or so seconds of silence between the two felt like an eternity to Li Jin.
After a long while, he took a deep breath, turned his face away, and coldly snorted, "At least you still have a conscience."
After saying that, she covered her face with her hand and stormed out of the house.
Standing at the door, Zhou Zheng saw his face flushed red and his hand covering his mouth, and his heart jumped into his throat: "Your Highness, what's wrong...?"
Li Jin glared at him with a murderous look, then changed the subject, saying, "It stinks too much, I can't stand it."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and strode quickly toward the main courtyard.
Zhou Zheng stood there stunned, turned to the side and glanced at Jin Shu, only to see that she seemed completely unaware of anything unusual, her attention completely focused on the corpse in front of her.
This Ms. Jin is truly remarkable. Even though the prince was covered in soot, she remained completely unfazed. She's truly impressive.
My admiration for them deepened even further.
As the sun set and the moon rose and fell, Jin Shu's research continued into the deep of a summer night.
With a small lamp and a sharp knife, she meticulously examined everything, from the contents of the gastrointestinal tract to the cleaning of external wounds.
The time since the death was far too long, and the clues obtained were far too few.
Without DNA technology, Jin Shu is truly powerless and can only make a vague inference based on the current situation.
She was unwilling to accept it, but there was nothing she could do. She straightened up, sighed, put away the knife, and as she covered the victim with the burlap smear, her gaze fell on the victim's long hair, and she was stunned for a moment.
Although hair dyeing was rare in ancient times, she recalled that it was recorded in some places. For example, in the "Biography of Wang Mang" in the Book of Han, there is a passage that says, "Wanting to appear outwardly safe, he dyed his beard and hair."
However, the value system of the Great Wei is ultimately different. Not everyone dyes their hair, nor does everyone have the money to do so.
Is it possible that this is a special group?
With this question in mind, she searched for a long time on the antique shelves in the main hall of Yan Zhao's coroner's office and finally found some records about hair dyeing.
The clothing of women in the West is quite different from that of the Central Plains. They often wear gauze clothes, with short inner shirts and long skirts, and occasionally their navels are exposed. Regardless of age, they all like to use lotus seeds to dye their hair and are skilled in music.
They are called the Ba tribe.
This account coincides with the victim's appearance.
She laughed, closed the book, and hurriedly stepped out of the coroner's office.
The next day, as soon as it was broad daylight, Li Jin opened the official document in front of him when Shen Wen walked in cheerfully and placed the envelope in front of him.
Shen Wen gave a thumbs up and couldn't help but exclaim, "Mr. Jin is truly a genius!"
Li Jin paused.
"Oh dear! If it weren't for her, how could we have found out the victim's information so quickly!" Shen Wen poured a cup of tea from the celadon teapot beside him. "There were thirty or forty of us yesterday, and we were all in despair. There are over a thousand courtesans in the entire capital. If we were to eliminate them one by one, you can imagine the sheer number."
After he finished speaking, he chuckled and leaned forward, saying, "Thanks to Mr. Jin, who came to the Control Yuan in the middle of the night to inform them that the victim was a member of the Ba tribe."
He tapped the envelope twice with his fingertips, then chuckled, "This time, I found it right away."
Standing before Shen Wen, Li Jin expressionlessly pulled out the paper, glanced at it, and leisurely said, "...She knocked on your Censorate's door in the middle of the night?"
Li Jin coldly raised her eyebrows, glancing at Shen Wen's face.
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