Chapter 33
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Cooking Sparerib Soup
Chapter 33: Cooking Sparerib Soup
The throat of the corpse had been cut open. Charred skin and blood mixed together, emitting a disgusting smell.
Jing Rong frowned in silence.
Ji Yunshu calmly put the knife aside and reached into the throat. She exerted strength in her fingers and snapped off a section of the hyoid bone.
When she took it out of the flesh, it was still stained with blood, dripping with viscous blood.
Since she didn't wear gloves, Ji Yunshu's hands were stained with blood. She played with the piece of hyoid bone as if it was a toy.
She didn't feel the slightest bit disgusted.
Jing Rong, who was beside her, couldn't describe what he was feeling.
He had been on the battlefield and killed many people. The number of souls he had killed numbered in the tens of thousands. Corpses littered the ground, but he didn't even bat an eye.
However, this was the first time he saw a person dismantling a corpse and holding it in her bare hands.
That scene was really stimulating to the mind!
"Did you find anything?" Jing Rong wrinkled his nose.
"The deceased died from poison. We need to know what kind of poison it was."
"What kind of poison?"
"I don't know for now."
Ji Yunshu used her hand to knock on the hyoid bone. She pondered for a moment before leaving with the bloody piece of hyoid bone.
Outside, Fu Bo had just finished placing the incense sticks when he saw Ji Yunshu leaving.
"Fu Bo, did you boil the white vinegar water?" she asked.
Fu Bo nodded and pointed at a small room in the courtyard. "I knew you wanted to use it, so I already boiled it. Remember to change the water after you use it."
"Got it."
Ji Yunshu simply agreed and walked towards the room with the hyoid bone in her hands.
Jing Rong followed behind her like a shadow.
Just as he entered the room, Jing Rong was startled. His footsteps were fixed on the door frame. As if he was glued to it, he inched forward step by step.
Inside the dark room, there was only a single flickering candle. The four walls of the room were filled with shelves of various heights.
Countless urns of ashes were piled on top of the shelves.
Ji Yunshu walked to the big pot, which was boiling hot vinegar water. She threw the throat bone into it.
He glanced at Jing Rong and seemed to have guessed his thoughts. "Your Highness, you don't need to be afraid. These urns are filled with nameless foreigners. Uncle Fu couldn't bear to leave their corpses in the wilderness, so he cremated them and put the ashes in the urns."
"Little scholar, when have I ever been afraid?" Jing Rong retorted.
The corners of Ji Yunshu's mouth turned down.
Dead duck, stubborn!
As he spoke, Jing Rong had already walked to her side. When he saw her throwing the laryngeal bone into the boiling white vinegar, he was puzzled.
"What are you doing?"
"Cook pork ribs soup," Ji Yunshu blurted out.
At that moment, Jing Rong felt as if the back of his head was flipped open and a gust of cold wind drilled into his body.
While he was' cold ', Ji Yunshu cried out in alarm and pointed at the pot of white vinegar.
"Your Highness, look!"
Jing Rong was annoyed. He looked over and saw that the white vinegar water had slowly turned black.
"How did this happen?" He was flabbergasted.
"Didn't this lowly one say that the laryngeal bones of the five corpses were soft in the middle and hard on the top and bottom? This is a sign that they were poisoned to death. Therefore, the bone marrow of the deceased's laryngeal bones must also be poisoned. This lowly one boiled the bones in the white vinegar water to separate the poison from the bone marrow. The black liquid that flowed out was naturally poisonous," Ji Yunshu explained.
Jing Rong learned something again!
In the next moment, Ji Yunshu took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve and dipped it in the black vinegar. The corner of the handkerchief was immediately stained black.
"This poison must be very strong. Otherwise, it would be impossible for so much black liquid to flow out of such a small laryngeal bone."
Ji Yunshu carefully looked at the black mass on the handkerchief with doubt.
"Teacher, do you know what kind of poison this is?"
"This lowly one is neither a doctor nor a poison maker. How could I know with a glance?"
"Is it possible to find the culprit if we find out what kind of poison they were poisoned with?"
"No." Ji Yunshu firmly answered.
Jing Rong's brows twisted. "Then why are you wasting time investigating this? This Prince is not in the mood to cause trouble with you. "
"Who said this lowly one is causing trouble?"
"Then it's useless to investigate these things."
"Can't this lowly one's curiosity overflow? Can't I want to know what kind of poison the victim was poisoned with? If Your Highness thinks it's a waste of time, why did you bring this lowly one to investigate this case? It's a cold night and it's more suitable to sleep in the room. "
Ji Yunshu's words were like pearls. Everything she said was reasonable.
Jing Rong had only said one sentence, but this little scholar had said so much.
Jing Rong frowned. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. This Prince has a favor to ask of you. Naturally, I don't have the qualifications to urge you. It's just that those five people were my subordinates. They received my order to return to the capital. I didn't expect that they would meet such a cruel end."
The frown on Jing Rong's face was gone. His previous frivolous attitude and cunning demeanor were replaced with a slightly pained expression. He was truly charming!
'A man should be like this!'
Ji Yunshu stuffed the handkerchief into her waist pocket. Because the handkerchief was stained with her bloody handprint, it looked particularly horrifying.
She turned around and walked away. "Your Highness, don't you want to investigate? Then let's hurry up. "
"…"
Jing Rong obediently followed her.
As soon as they left, Fu Bo came in.
Every time Ji Yunshu came, he would boil a big pot of white vinegar water for her to cook bones.
But looking at the blackened vinegar water in the pot, he couldn't help but shake his head.
"This child always forgets to change the water."
In the end, Fu Bo changed the water himself.
Ji Yunshu returned to the side of the five corpses. Her expression was serious. She ignored the blood on her hands and rolled up her sleeves. Her slender jade-like hands slightly tilted the head of the corpse.
She used her ten fingers and middle fingers to press the back of the neck. After a moment, she picked up the broadsword again and cut the back of the neck. She cut all the way up until the back of the skull was exposed.
Then, she analyzed, "Since the deceased and the murderer had some contact, there must be traces of the murderer on the deceased's body. If we can find some scars, we can find the murderer's habits and characteristics."
"For example?" Jing Rong asked.
"For example, was the murderer tall or short, male or female? Did he use his left hand to kill the murderer? Or did he use his right hand? Did he kill from the front? Or from the back? And so on and so forth. "
Wasn't it a little too unrealistic?
Although Ji Yunshu finally found the murderer based on the condition of Miss Zhou's corpse, Jing Rong was still skeptical.
"How can we find so many clues from a single corpse?"
"If the deceased wants to tell us, then we can."
After a moment, Jing Rong became doubtful again. "Isn't Teacher a painter in the yamen? How can you work as a coroner? Moreover, you're doing the work of an Enforcer! "
That's right. How come he remembered that she worked in the yamen as a painter?
Ji Yunshu also asked herself many times. She was clearly a portrait reconstructionist. She obviously did the elegant work of a painter. Why did she go astray?
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