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Song wanted to help.
Eyes look at the scenery.
But he can't do anything but write a poem!
What can I do for you?
Still so thin!
Of course, Jing Rong will not say this directly, just saying: "This may not help you."
"As long as Song can help a trace, it is also a help."
"You still go back."
"I……"
Jing Rong will go upstairs.
Song Zhiben wants to chase a few steps, the white tone is blocked in front of him like a wall, with the words "stop".
I don't know why, Song is a little afraid of him.
Without licking his lips, his footsteps were in the distance, and he had to look at the back of the building.
Jing Rong just went to Ji Yunshu's door and the door opened.
After a rest, Ji Yunshu was ruddy and full of spirit.
She seems to know that he is coming to knock on his door.
"Well?" she asked.
Jing Rong smiled and smiled, with a little arrogance, handed her the things that Bai Yin gave him: "When did I let you down?"
Ouch!
Look at your pride.
Ji Yunshu's lips slowly overflowed with a smile and picked things up.
It is a booklet!
Something is recorded on it.
She took it into the house.
Jing Rong also followed in the afternoon.
She is looking at it!
He sat down and quietly drank tea without disturbing her.
After about two tea time,
After reading Yun Yunshu, he handed it to Jing Rong: "You also have a look."
This will, he will concentrate on watching.
She is drinking tea next to her, not disturbing.
After reading the scene, he gently closed it, and he said with a wrinkled look: "It seems that there is a lot of things here."
Ji Yunshu said: "What is more than a Qiankun? This is still a tragic story."
Jing Rong sighed and nodded.
What exactly is written on it?
Why did he both feel so emotional?
After an instant.
Ji Yunshu asked: "What other things do I want?"
Jing Rong: "It has already been done."
"Let's go."
When she was about to go out, Jing Rong got up and took her hand and cared: "It’s not anxious, you can take a rest."
"How can I be so weak?"
"You do not know what I mean."
"Yep?"
Jing Rong held her hand tightly, and the original cold scorpion sank, with a trace of worry, seriously said, "I know that it is impossible for you to leave this case, but you know, the more you The more correct it is, the more I worry."
He said that Ji Yunshu will understand.
She has a different charm than others!
The skills such as bones are enough for her to attract the attention of many people, but they are low-key, and the more Ji Yunshu is, the more difficult they are.
Ji Yunshu said: "I don't understand what you said. Don't worry, when this case is finished, we will leave Yiwu immediately."
It is a reassurance for Jing Rong.
So the two went downstairs.
Downstairs, Song is still there.
He stared at them down.Then greeted him, and Ji Yunyun performed a ceremony: "Ji Gongzi."
Ji Yunshu was not surprised at him here, saying: "Song Gongzi has now been offended, how come here?"
"I want to say thank you."
"From the day you met you, you have been thanking us, but you don't have to be so polite."
"If you want it, Song knows that he can't report it. He just wants to repay you as much as he can. If there is anything I can help, I must go through the fire."
"Actually, even if you don't come, I am going to find you."
"Yep?"
What do you mean?
Ji Yunshu did not intend to say too clearly: "We are just going out, Song Gongzi will go there, I will talk later."
"Good!" Song is very happy that he can help.
Jing Rong did not continue to stop Song.
A few people left the inn.
Upon going out, Song asked curiously: "Where are you going now?"
"Yizhuang!"
Yizhuang?
Isn't that a place to let people die?
What are you going to do there?
He doesn't ask too much, he can only follow.
I arrived at Yizhuang.
Ji Yunshu, Jing Rong and Bai Yin went in.
Song stopped at the door.
This is keeping up.
In the house, the four guards of Jingrong are there.
"The son, has been dug up."
dig?
What has been dug up?
At first glance, I saw a skeleton on a large table.
Just dug it out soon!
The soil on the top is still fresh.
Ji Yunshu turned his head to white: "Is it a corpse of hookah?"
Bai Yin affirmed: "Really, there will be no mistakes."
This cheekbone is a hookah?
Wang Jun's wife!
I got sick five years ago!
just--
What did Ji Yunshu dig out her cheekbones?
She has brought the prepared gloves and is going to check the cheekbones.
Jing Rong told everyone to go out and not to bother.
Although Song Zhi wanted to help, he could face the white bones, but he was helpless and could only wait outside with everyone.
I thought: What does Ji Gongzi want to do for himself?
I have been pondering.
At the moment, Jing Rongzheng stood in the yard with his hands and looked at the tall tree that entered the door of Yizhuang.
The breeze blew and the leaves were falling.
Into the winter!
The air was so cold that he was light and stunned and looked stunned.
This time, in a foreign country, there are some feelings.
But the kind of emotion that gradually rises is extremely suppressed by him, waiting for Ji Yunshu's post-mortem results.
The white tone is on the pillars on one side.
Not ridiculous!
Those guards are also standing at the door.
No one has spoken!
Song Zhichao glanced inside, just to see Ji Yunshu holding those cheekbones inspect.
Very focused!
His heart trembled and he immediately took his eyes back. But it is also full of curiosity. The son of Jigong is white and tender. It is not like business. It is not like walking on the rivers and lakes. It is obviously angry on the face of the book. It is quite research on the dead bones. What did it do before? of? Why can you make a bone portrait, you can have it with a single boneThe front image is drawn? These skills are much more powerful than those of orthopaedic doctors and painters.
It must not be a "mortal"!
Although he is full of confusion, he is not a mouthful.
So, no question!
Inside.
Ji Yunshu is carefully observing the "freshly baked" cheekbones on the table.
The death of the deceased was five years ago, and his age was only in his early twenties. It was indeed Wang Jun’s wife, the hookah.
From all the characteristics of the bones, it is not poisoned!
She hugged her head with a lot of wet mud.
A pair of white gloves immediately became dirty. After a series of examinations, she found that one of the ribs of the cheekbone had a significant contusion, not caused by a heavy object, but caused by someone pushing the palm. There is a circular crack on the occipital bone of the skull's hindbrain, which is the trace of what has been hit and squeezed.
And the strength is great. It is probably the direct cause of the death of hookahs!
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