Chapter 13
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Time of death?
"What do you mean, sir? My daughter is dead, how can you say that you are lucky? "Lord Zhou asked.
Ji Yunshu's expression darkened. "Fortunately, Miss Zhou died with her eyes wide open. She left us an obvious clue. That is, the protrusion on her shoulder bone. It's a bulge."
"Bulge? This? "
Ji Yunshu leisurely took out a pair of white gloves and put them on. Then, she opened the sandalwood box she brought with her. Inside were not drawing tools, but some tweezers, scissors, and other tools.
She picked up a small knife, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she cut the knife into Miss Zhou's shoulder, deep into her flesh.
The blackish-purple blood clots that had already congealed dripped into the sticky, rotten skin. Some red blood vessels were still pulling on the shins. Like bubbles from diarrhea, they stained Miss Zhou's neck, hair, and gorgeous brocade.
What a waste of this luxurious makeup!
The knife in her hand went deeper, deeper, and deeper, until the bulge on the shoulder bone was exposed.
This behavior naturally frightened everyone. Everyone's faces turned green, and they covered their mouths, almost vomiting.
Ji Yunshu calmly wiped the knife clean and put it back into the sandalwood box. She pinched the bones on both sides of Miss Zhou's shoulders and examined the bulge on the shoulder bones. Slowly, she came to a satisfactory conclusion.
Indeed, it was exactly as he had guessed.
"This bulging shape is caused by someone lifting her arms and dragging her. On her wrists, I also found traces of someone grabbing and pinching her."
Everyone resisted the urge to vomit, but they were stunned as they listened.
With a bitter face, Mrs. Zhou asked doubtfully, "Sir, what does this have to do with my daughter's death?"
"Of course it matters." Her gaze was firm. She swept her eyes over the servants and maids in the imperial court and asked, "When Miss Zhou died, who was next to her?"
Wei Wei trembled as she walked out of the crowd. She lowered her head and said, "I was beside you at the time."
Ji Yunshu looked at her from head to toe. She was small, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. Her appearance was delicate and pretty, but her hands were tightly clutching her wrists. She looked somewhat frightened.
"Let me ask you, are you sure that your young miss fell to her death the day before yesterday morning?"
"I'm sure. Miss fell to her death. I saw it with my own eyes."
"You're lying."
Ji Yunshu's words caused an uproar in the hall.
Without saying anything further, Madame Zhou walked in front of that girl and raised her hand to give her a slap.
"You damned girl, tell me, did you push Miss down the stairs? Why do you want to harm my daughter? Did she not treat you well?"
"Madam, it's not me. It's really not me who pushed Miss down the stairs. Even if I was given great courage, I wouldn't dare!"
"Even Sir said you were lying. Who else could it be if not you? Men, capture this lowly girl. I want her to pay for my daughter's death. "
"Madam … this servant is innocent!"
Ji Yunshu's head hurt from the noise. She knitted her brows and sighed. She stopped them and said, "Madame, I didn't say that the murderer was this young lady. Why don't you take a break and wait for me to finish speaking?"
Lord Zhou quickly pulled his wife to the side and persuaded, "Madam, your body isn't good. Don't be angry. We will listen to Mister. Mister will definitely give justice to Ning 'er."
Madame Zhou was so anxious that she almost fainted. She was gasping for breath and could only sit to the side.
"Get up." Ji Yunshu bent down and helped the crying and trembling girl up.
However, when she touched the girl's wrist, she let out an "En" in pain. Only then did she slowly get up.
This was naturally seen by Ji Yunshu.
Then, Ji Yunshu returned to the side of the coffin and solemnly said, "Lord Zhou, Madame Zhou, the reason why I said this girl is lying is because she wasn't at Miss Zhou's side at that time. If she was there, she would have discovered that Miss Zhou was already dead at that time. Moreover, the time of her death was the night before yesterday."
"What?" Lord Zhou was stunned.
Everyone started to discuss this matter. This Miss Zhou obviously fell to her death in the early morning of the day before yesterday. How could it be the night before yesterday?
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