Chapter 68 The Knife Marks of a Left-Handed Person
The scene before my eyes was extremely bizarre.
Yan Zhao had been a coroner for at least thirty years. This was the first time he had ever seen a pig weighing over two hundred pounds lying on its side in the coroner's office, looking as if it had died with its eyes wide open in dismay.
He looked at Li Jin with a bewildered expression, only to see that both Li Jin and Zhou Zheng shook their heads in unison.
Only Jin Shu, with her assistant tied on and wearing an apron, sat to the side, sharpening knives.
Only when the blade was gleaming and sharp did she stand up. In front of everyone, she first gripped the knife with both hands, bent her elbows, and assumed a posture of about to exert force. Then, from the left side of her waist, she suddenly exerted force on the pig.
The knife was firmly embedded in the pork.
She picked up the pen and ink from the side and wrote the three characters "left left down" on the pig's body, below the knife.
Then she picked up the next knife and continued to sit there, sharpening it as if no one else was around.
After a few swishing sounds, the blade was sharp. Jin Shu stood up again, still holding the knife with both hands. The only difference was that this time, the knife was used from the right side of her waist, and she suddenly thrust it at the pig.
Then, still below the knife stuck in the pig's body, the words "right right down" were written.
After completing the two sets of movements, Yan Zhao paused for a moment, a look of sudden realization appearing on his face.
This little girl is a real gem! It's truly astonishing that she came up with such a method!
He glanced at the remaining daggers beside him and beckoned to Li Jin and Zhou Zheng, "Quick, quick, you two are better at sharpening knives, go and help."
Although Li Jin was puzzled, seeing Yan Zhao's attitude, he simply took off his wide-sleeved light yellow outer robe, leaving only his white narrow-sleeved inner robe, picked up a dagger, and began to sharpen it.
With the help of these two people, Jin Shu's progress was much faster.
After that, she used her left hand to make a "left outside right" cut, and her right hand to make a "right outside left" cut. Then she gripped the knife handle and made a punching motion, making a cut with each hand, writing "left up and down" and "right up and down" respectively.
What was once a perfectly healthy pig has been transformed into a hedgehog, riddled with knives after all that she's done.
Yan Zhao circled the pig once and asked, "Is there a problem with the angle of the sharp weapon wounds on the corpse?"
Jin Shu nodded: "Yes, although it is a preliminary examination, the basic condition of the wound is still clear. Although it is different from this dead pig, the victim was stabbed before death, which caused the wound to be severely turned outward, but the angle is still presented quite clearly."
She walked up to the pig, looked at the daggers stuck in its body, and frowned, saying, "Assuming the victim was standing upright when he was stabbed, most of the wounds on his abdomen would be higher on the left and lower on the right. But the wounds on important parts, such as the heart, liver, and lungs, would be different, with varying angles and scattered wounds, and there would even be intersecting wounds."
The left side was higher than the right, varied and scattered. Yan Zhao pondered for a moment, then stroked his beard: "Hmm..."
“Most people are right-handed, but when they use a dagger to stab someone, they usually exert force from the chest, that is, from the center, from bottom to top. So most sharp weapon wounds appear as straight up and down cuts on the skin, especially on the abdomen.” She took a deep breath. “But the victim was different; the abdominal wound was clearly higher on the left and lower on the right.”
As Jin Shu spoke, she carefully pulled the dagger off the pig's body.
Looking at the wound in front of her, she pointed to the mark and said, "It's common for the left side of the abdomen to be higher than the right."
Below that similar wound were the words "Right Right Down".
“On the chest, this is more common.” She pointed to another mark, with “left outside right” clearly written below it.
“The only mistake we made was focusing on that blue shirt,” Jin Shu sighed. “If we had examined the head wound more closely, we could have identified at least one unusual habit of the killer based on the characteristics of sharp weapon wounds.”
"What habits?" Li Jin asked.
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“Left-handed.” Yan Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, giving the answer before Jin Shu could.
But Jin Shu looked grave and shook her head. "Right now, we can only make this speculation; we can't be completely certain."
Yan Zhao nodded in agreement with this point.
In such situations, people will have certain stress responses that lead to changes in habits, which is completely understandable and foreseeable.
Jin Shu's memory of the victim's body parts contains too many interfering factors, such as marks from sharp force injuries, making it difficult to draw a definitive conclusion.
Yan Zhao glared at Li Jin, one eyebrow raised and the other lowered: "So, when will our Prince Jing be able to bring the second young master of the Chen family back?"
Li Jin smiled slightly, nodded, but did not speak.
He already had a plan in mind.
Li Jing could swagger in and demand the person, but he forgot one thing: the person was leaving, and the Ministry of Justice was unlikely to have the ability to solve the case.
After leaving the coroner's office that day, Li Jin went straight to the backyard of the Six Doors.
He wrote the note, took one of the pigeons out of the cage, and tied the small note to the pigeon's leg.
He raised his hand and suddenly sent it into the sky.
The white dove spread its wings and flew away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
This is Li Jin's unique way of contacting the "hawks and hounds" of the Six Doors.
The "Hawk and Hound" has countless doubles, but the real one has never shown his face. Even Li Jin himself doesn't know which one is the real him.
It is the most mysterious entity in the shadows of the Six Doors.
"Sect Master, please think of a solution. I'm living in constant fear and anxiety because of these pigeons."
One of the henchmen, Bai Yu from the Six Doors, was so happy to see Li Jin come in person that she hurriedly said, "The tabby cat that Lord Zhang Xin keeps comes to bother us every evening. Oh dear, it makes the pigeons fall out feathers like crazy. And the other day, I heard that he felt that the tabby cat was very lonely, so he wants to keep a big orange cat. My pigeons can't take it!"
Bai Yu was one of the "shadows" standing behind Yan Zhao as his henchmen on the day Jin Shu entered the Six Doors.
They were the key figures placed within the Six Doors by their henchmen, maintaining contact with Li Jin.
His rant made Li Jin pause for a moment, then frowned slightly and pondered for a while before saying, "Then you should get another dog."
"Huh?" Bai Yu was stunned. "You're going to... get another dog?!"
“Get a bigger one, a fiercer one.” He pondered for a moment, fanning himself with a serious expression. “The Crown Prince is most afraid of dogs. Go find one that will grow up to be big and fierce, train it well, and then put it at the main gate to guard the courtyard.”
After saying that, he turned and walked away with his hands behind his back, not giving Bai Yu a chance to speak at all.
"Well, this is really going to be interesting." Watching Li Jin's departing figure, he felt like crying but had no tears.
The effects of using carrier pigeons to deliver messages were already becoming apparent within six or seven days.
In the streets and alleys of the capital, everyone lived in fear.
"Have you heard? There was a headless corpse at Yanxing Gate. It seems to be the son of some official. He was kidnapped!"
"What I heard was that he was killed by a local bully..." The person speaking raised his hand and made a decapitation gesture, "Oh dear, I watched him for a long time on the roadside that day, he looked really pitiful."
"It's been six or seven days already, when will they catch the murderer? Are we going to run into them too?"
Prince Jing, Li Jin, who was summoned by Emperor Li Yi, was not flustered at all.
This was exactly the effect he wanted: a sense of unease throughout the capital, and the Ministry of Justice's inability to solve the case.
The goal was for this case to be reported to the imperial court, creating a huge uproar throughout the city.
Inside the carriage, he gently waved the fan in his hand, and the smile on his face deepened.
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