Inn Murder Case (1)
Rouge and face powder?
Ji Yunshu didn't know how to choose!
In the modern era, when she wasn't working, she would hole up in the library and read books. She would wear no makeup and was too lazy to even draw her eyebrows. Now that she had money, Luan 'er would buy some for her. She only needed to apply it on her face and she didn't care what brand it was!
The veil on her lips parted. "I don't know how to choose rouge and face powder, but a dead person knows how to choose."
'Huh?'
Constable Zhang looked down on women from the bottom of his heart, let alone this skinny Ji Yunshu.
"Miss, I advise you to stay in your room and not get involved in this matter."
Ji Yunshu understood that this man was a male chauvinist.
In an instant, she felt that Jing Rong was too good.
She didn't want to argue anymore and walked to Jing Rong's side. She whispered, "Can you stop them?"
"Don't worry, go."
"Okay!"
Ji Yunshu stepped out of the door and went to the room where the murder took place.
Constable Zhang saw that she was about to enter and quickly tried to stop her.
But in the next moment, Jing Rong ordered, "Stop them. Don't let anyone disturb Miss Ji's autopsy."
"Yes!"
Jing Rong's men were all experts. The bailiffs immediately became listless.
On the other hand, Constable Zhang's martial arts weren't bad, but he was still caught by Lang Po.
"I advise you not to go against my young master. Moreover, you can't solve this case without Miss Ji!"
"Who are you people?"
Lang Po calmly took out a token from his waist and showed it to Constable Zhang.
When he saw the words on the token, Constable Zhang's solemn face suddenly froze. He looked at Jing Rong again and was about to bend down.
Jing Rong raised his hand and smiled. "Don't make a sound. Just step back."
This was a prince we're talking about!
His rank was higher than the prefectural magistrate of Yuzhou. Constable Zhang obeyed and ordered his men to step back.
As for Jing Rong, he was already behind Ji Yunshu.
Constable Zhang was still doubtful. A woman could solve a murder case?
So he asked Lang Po, "You said that Miss Ji can do autopsies. Is she a coroner?"
This …
After all, he had heard Ji Yunshu say that the coroner examined the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. She was just a painter!
He pondered for a moment before replying, "Nope!"
Lang Po ordered two men to stand guard at the door. She took a good look at Wei Yi before following after them.
Constable Zhang didn't understand. Since he wasn't a coroner, why was he doing an autopsy?
Shaking his head, he quickly walked over as well.
Inside the room where the accident happened, Ji Yunshu first looked around. Everything was very neat and tidy, without any traces of being touched.
Only then did he look at the corpse on the ground.
She crouched down, took out a handkerchief from her waist, and wrapped it around her index and middle fingers. She twisted the dead man's head sideways, revealing the two marks on his neck.
One of the marks was indeed at the same level as the neck and was even a little downward, while the other one extended up to the ear.
The dead man's feet were not facing the ground.
Ji Yunshu lifted the dead man's hands and saw some scraps of cloth and skin under his fingernails.
On the dead man's thumb, there was a wide white ring, probably caused by wearing a thumb ring all year round. However, she couldn't see the thumb ring anywhere.
'Could it be a robbery?'
Ji Yunshu thought about it and noticed that there seemed to be something smooth around the dead man's wrists.
She rubbed it with her finger and sniffed it. It was oil!
She stood up and put the handkerchief aside. She asked the innkeeper, "Excuse me, when did this person stay in the inn?"
The innkeeper didn't know where this girl came from, but he still answered honestly.
"Around noon," Wang Yao said.
"Alone?"
"Yes, alone."
"The dead man has been dead for about an hour. Did anyone come in before this? Or was there any sound of fighting? "
This made the innkeeper speechless. He only cared about money!
She turned her head and pushed a waiter forward. She pointed at him and said, "You ask him."
The waiter's face twitched a few times. He lowered his head. "Miss, this … there were many people in the inn, so I didn't pay much attention. However, this person didn't leave the room after he came in. As for the rest, I really don't know."
Every word he said was sincere.
Jing Rong entered the inn and walked to her side. He asked in a low voice, "How is it? Did you find anything? "
She wrinkled her brows and looked at him. "Do you remember the person who bumped into me when I went upstairs?"
"I remember!"
"There was a layer of oil on the dead man's wrists. The smell of the oil was sesame. I also smelled it on that person."
Jing Rong seemed to understand her meaning. He nodded and turned around. He raised his chin and said to the innkeeper, "Does your inn use sesame oil?"
"Yes."
He waved his sleeves and said, "Go, call all the people who are busy in the kitchen of your inn."
"Huh?"
The innkeeper was dumbfounded. Why did he suddenly call the people working in the kitchen? He turned his head and looked at Constable Zhang, waiting for his instructions.
When he saw Constable Zhang nod, he called all the people working in the kitchen.
There were only ten people in the kitchen, including those who washed the dishes and served the dishes.
Ji Yunshu recognized the person who bumped into her at a glance. His eyes were filled with panic and his hands were deliberately hidden behind his back.
Naturally, there was something fishy going on.
She stopped in front of him and asked, "Half an hour ago, I saw you rushing down the stairs. Did you come in here at that time?"
When that person heard her, he trembled in fear and repeatedly shook his head. "I … I didn't come in here!"
"You clearly have a guilty conscience."
"No, I really didn't!"
"There was sesame oil on the dead man's wrists. Moreover, there was some skin under his fingernails. Do you dare to show your hands? Let me see if there are any scratches."
"…"
That person's hands were tightly shrunk behind his back. Perhaps it was because he was a coward, but after being reprimanded by Ji Yunshu, he panicked. His body trembled and he broke into a run, ready to run away from the crowd.
Before he could take two steps, he was immediately caught by several bailiffs.
Constable Zhang was an impatient and easily angered person. He pulled up that person's sleeves and sure enough, there were scratches on the back of his hands.
In the next moment, he took the hilt of his knife and fiercely stabbed the person's stomach.
"You want to run after killing someone? You still won't tell me the truth. How did you kill someone? "
That person bowed with a pained expression. He begged, "I didn't kill anyone. I really didn't kill anyone. Please let me go."
"Let you go? If you didn't kill someone, why are you running? "
"I …"
"Bring you back to the yamen. Let's see if your mouth is still tight." Constable Zhang's face was filled with anger. He ordered the two bailiffs, "Bring him back and interrogate him properly."
"Wait!"
Ji Yunshu promptly stopped him.
Constable Zhang turned to look at her with doubt in his eyes. "Miss, there are indeed scratches on the back of his hands. The evidence is conclusive."
At this moment, Ji Yunshu felt a headache coming on.
'Didn't they say that people in ancient times have slow temperaments? Why are they all so impatient? '
She slightly shook her head.
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