72 Corpses
Speaking of her father in the 21st century, the only words she could use to describe him were 'speechless' and 'helpless'.
If she hadn't insisted on applying for portrait reconstruction when she was in university, she might have been "trained" by her father, who was a senior medical examiner, into an excellent and abnormal medical examiner.
For as long as she could remember, toys and children's books weren't the most common things in the house. Instead, there were all kinds of strange knives and tools, as well as a mess of experimental products.
Because of this, Ji Yunshu rejected all of these things and resolutely gave up on studying forensic science, choosing to study portrait reconstruction instead. But because she had followed her father to various laboratories since she was a child, she was very familiar with them. Even if she didn't have a forensic certificate, she could still be compared to a professional forensic doctor.
She didn't expect that after transmigrating to this world, she would actually choose the profession she hated the most!
Who was to blame?
It was her perverted father's fault!
Who told him to bring her to the laboratory for no reason? He even conveniently changed the house into a small laboratory, causing her to inhale excessive amounts of toxic fumes?
In the end, he died during the surgery!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh.
She replied, "Maybe it's because my price is fair, and the yamen has more than one person to use."
How pitiful!
She took the painter's monthly salary and did three jobs!
"Don't worry, this prince will ask Lord Liu to increase your salary later." Jing Rong was very generous. He quickly added, "For now, you have to finish this prince's case."
Hearing that she could increase her salary, Ji Yunshu's heart bloomed with happiness. She had long been eyeing a new set of ink brushes from the Treasured Ink Shop, but the price was too high. She had always been frugal, so how could she bear to buy it?
"Your Highness, how much do you want?" Her small round eyes turned round and round.
Jing Rong's expression stiffened. 'Does this person only care about money?
Small fry! '
"I already said, finish this prince's case first. As for how much I want to add, it will depend on my mood."
"Alright!"
Ji Yunshu's spirit was immediately aroused. She put even more effort into searching the skull on the corpse. She began to examine the corpse with extreme seriousness.
Jing Rong, who was at the side, was deep in thought. He seemed hesitant, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down before he finally asked.
"Teacher Ji, if … you were given a pile of bones, would you be able to draw their appearance?"
Ji Yunshu carefully examined the corpse while asking casually, "Is it well-preserved?"
He nodded.
"How long?"
"More than ten years ago."
"How did he die?" Ji Yunshu asked again, her gaze never leaving the corpse.
Jing Rong was puzzled. "Does it matter?"
"Of course."
Ji Yunshu simply propped herself up. Her hands were dripping with blood as they dangled in front of her, motionless. She turned to look at him.
He explained, "If it's a natural death, the bones will be smaller than the original size, and the facial features will be slightly different, so you have to pay attention to this when painting. If it's a drowning, the bones will be soaked in water, and the cheekbones will bend upward to a certain extent, which will cause the difference between the lips and the nose. If it's a hanging or strangulation, then …"
Jing Rong interrupted her before she could finish.
"Burned to death."
Ji Yunshu looked pensive but did not reply.
"You can't?" Jing Rong probed.
"I didn't say I can't. I just need time."
"How long?"
Ji Yunshu sensed that Jing Rong's tone was very nervous. Asking about this for no reason, there must be a reason behind it!
She asked him back, "How many corpses are there in total?"
Jing Rong's eyes sank, and he slowly said, "Seventy-two."
"Uh …"
Ji Yunshu was slightly startled.
This was the first time Ji Yunshu heard of such a sensational case.
Jing Rong's eyes were anxious, wanting to know the answer.
Finally, Ji Yunshu gave him a time after thinking for a while.
"If nothing unexpected happens, it might take as long as a year."
"That long?" Jing Rong was shocked.
'Hey, hey, hey! Do you think I'm an appraiser who can casually use an instrument to determine the authenticity?
Those are corpses that were burned to death more than ten years ago! There are as many as seventy-two corpses! '
Ji Yunshu wrinkled her forehead and said, "Your Highness, I only have a pair of hands and a pair of eyes. Even if I don't eat, drink, defecate, or sleep, I can't draw those portraits in a short period of time."
Jing Rong knew that he was being too impatient, so he took a deep breath and did not speak.
"Why did Your Highness suddenly say this, could it be that …"
Jing Rong did not finish his sentence, but shook his head. "Let's talk about this later. Focus on looking at the corpses. As for how much you want to pay, it's up to you."
'Your Highness obviously asked me to talk.'
Of course, Ji Yunshu did not refute him. It was more important to solve the case while the corpse was still 'hot'.
Ji Yunshu examined the corpse from left to right, then turned it over, revealing the charred back and swarthy buttocks.
With just a glance, Ji Yunshu found the lower part of the corpse's back, an inch away from the buttocks.
'This place is somewhat strange!'
The surrounding area was charred black, but this round piece of flesh with some fine lines in the middle was not as black.
'Why?'
Jing Rong noticed her expression and asked, "What did you find?"
She pointed at the round piece of flesh. "Your Highness, look. Why is this piece of flesh not as black as the surrounding skin?"
The round shape was not big, so if one did not look carefully, they would not be able to see it.
"This shape … is very strange." Jing Rong squinted his eyes.
Ji Yunshu carefully thought about it, and her eyes suddenly lit up. "It seems like when the deceased died, there was something pressed on their back. That thing must have been able to prevent fire. That's why when the corpse was burned, this was the only part that was not completely burned. Moreover, there are still traces left behind."
Jing Rong nodded, agreeing with her.
But …
"Since they died in the house, it's not surprising that there was something pressed on their body." Jing Rong analyzed.
Of course, this point could not be denied, but Ji Yunshu's intuition told her that this thing was absolutely not that simple!
At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from outside, like the sound of something falling to the ground.
Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong looked at each other, then walked out together.
They saw Fu Bo lying on the ground. Beside him was a large pot that had been smashed to the ground. The white vinegar water inside had all spilled out.
"Fu Bo."
Ji Yunshu anxiously ran to Fu Bo's side and crouched down to examine him.
She did not care about her blood-stained hands and directly helped Fu Bo up. She saw that Fu Bo's arm was covered in blood, and his clothes were torn.
'This … this is a sword wound!'
Jing Rong also noticed the sword wound on Fu Bo's arm, and he immediately realized something.
In the blink of an eye, several black-clothed men jumped down from the roof beam. Each of them had their faces covered, and they held swords in their hands. They mercilessly stabbed at Jing Rong.
Ji Yunshu's eyes widened in shock.
'That prince won't be stabbed to death, right?'
However, the fact proved that she had underestimated that Buddha.
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