Zhong Chuton felt great pressure. She pulled off a corner of her clothes, covered her mouth and nose, squatted in front of the dead, staring at the lifeless face in a moment. After a while, she closed her eyes and searched for the similar one from the various facial features stored in her mind!

The whole room was filled with breath, fearing that it would disturb Zhong Chu's thoughts.

It was not until a long time later that Zhong Chu suddenly shuddered and exclaimed: "How could it be him!"

"Who is it?" everyone asked in unison.

Zhong Chu said: "On the day when the envoy of the foreign country entered Beijing, General Li sent someone to Dali Temple. On the way, I met a sloppy man, who seemed drunk and unconscious, singing folk songs in a mess. I was afraid that he would cause trouble when he hit the official, so I spoke out loud to remind him to walk carefully. He turned around and smiled at me. Although his face was dirty and he couldn't see clearly, his facial features were very similar to those of the deceased."

"Achu, are you sure the deceased is the person you see?" Long Xingtu frowned, "With your eyesight, what kind of identity do you think he is?"

Zhong Chu wrapped his hands around his chest and said in a stressful tone: "That person is the last person I saw before entering the Dali Temple cell. I was very impressed. My brother was also present at that time, so I can call my brother to confirm it again. Based on my experience in walking in the world, the man should be a homeless man who lived in the capital from other places, because when he appeared, no one knew the people around him except to dislike him."

"Okay, later, I will ask Zhongli to come and recognize the body."

"By the way, I can be sure that the deceased is a foreigner, because his accent of singing folk songs is definitely not from the capital."

"Do you still remember the content of the folk song?"

"I think about it."

Zhong Chu walked in the spot, for a moment, his voice cleared, but he said, "I'm a little thirsty."

The prefect of Jingzhou hurriedly shouted: "Come here, serve tea!"

The Dragon Star Map was speechless. This girl really took the opportunity to "behave as a mighty person"!

Soon, each person had a bowl of tea. Zhong Chu said while drinking: "Folk songs are sung. Although I am not as good as Zhongli's ventriloquism, I think I am good at not forgetting my skills. Please listen to it!"

"Let's listen carefully!"

"Nanshan North, North Stone Bridge, ducks clatter under the bridge; bells ring, jingle bells, sisters sing and brothers sell medicine..."

After a few simple sentences, Zhong Chu learned the accent of the deceased and sang it twice. He heard it excited the officials, "That's great! Based on the accent, we can find out where the deceased came from and open the breakthrough of the case!"

The prefect of Jingzhou raised his sleeves and said, "Come here, please come!"

The servant hurriedly went to ask for someone.

The prefect of Jingzhou turned around and explained to everyone: "The Master Hu of this government office is proficient in languages ​​across the country. Please listen to it and you will know the difference."

The Dragon Star Map is meditating and silent.

Master Hu rushed over quickly. After seeing the ceremony one by one, he asked Zhong Chu to sing it again. Master Hu listened carefully and then said, "Report to all the great masters, this is Fengyang dialect!"

The dragon star map frightened, and his eyes looked like a cold star, "Are you sure?"

Master Hu said with certain words: "Yes, villain is sure! Although Fengyang dialect is not easy to understand, the pronunciation of individual words is different from other places, so it is easy to identify."

More and more clues point directly to Fengyang, Ye Hai, the maid, and the anonymous, what kind of relationship does this three people have?

The Dragon Star Map fell into deep thought.

After a while, she ordered: "Mr. Prefect, please prepare your pen and ink. Zhong Chu, copy a copy of the folk song for me."

After Zhong Chu finished, she handed over to the Long Xingtu. She held Zhong Chu's ears and whispered: "You go back to the National Hotel to inform Zhongli, and ask him to come to the government office in the afternoon to confirm the deceased. Then, from tonight, every night, he will pretend to be the deceased, imitate the accent of the deceased, and sing this folk song in the place where he was killed!"

"good."

"In addition, you will set off today to Fengyang to inquire about Ye Hai, the maid and the anonymous. If two foreigners lived in Fengyang, they will leave traces! Just in case, you will take Captain Liu and Song Dabao with you!"

"Okay, but I need to paint a portrait for the three."

Long Xingtu nodded and then told Liu Junzu to "prepare to clean the corpse. First burn Atractylodes and soap beans to remove the foul air."

"Yes!" Liu Jie agreed and hurriedly went to prepare.

Zhong Chu looked at the deceased and remembered the smile he saw that day, and couldn't help feeling compassionate, "Mr., can you allow me to invest in my personal investment to buy a set of funeral clothes for the deceased and a good coffin to bury him? We finally have a chance to meet and show our feelings."

The prefect of Jingzhou bowed deeply, "Miss Zhong is chivalrous and kind, I admire him!"

The other officials also agreed and looked at the rude Zhong Chu with admiration.

Liu Junzuo is the most experienced coroner in the capital. He doesn't have to worry too much about Long Xingtu. He first lays bamboo mats on the ground, then uses vine-connected paper as corpse paper to spread it on the bamboo mat, and then lifts the deceased who has taken off his underwear and puts it on.

The Dragon Star Map took the dagger and opened the dead, and the test result was obtained: "The deceased was indeed only one knife. The murderer's sword technique was fast, accurate and ruthless. Judging from the degree of the wound, the knife was at least seven inches long and about two inches wide. Liu Junzhuo, give the deceased a clean face first."

Liu Yunzuo first wiped soapy horns to wash the dirt and greasy face of the deceased, and then rinsed it with water to reveal the true face of the deceased.

Zhong Chu then spread the rice paper, picked up a brush, and began to paint a portrait according to the face of the deceased.

She has made human skin masks all year round, and she has great painting skills and the portrait speed is also very fast. She completed the task in less than a quarter of an hour and took the painting away.

Long Xingtu immediately ordered: "Liu Luzhu, continue to clean the body. After washing, apply the body with heated lees and vinegar, then cover the body with clothes tightly, pour the hot vinegar, and then cover it tightly with straw mat for an hour. When the body has completely become soft, remove the covering and rinse the lees and vinegar with water."

Liu Junzu understood as soon as he heard this, "Did Master Long suspect that there were other scars on the deceased?"

"Routine, exclude all possibilities."

"Yes, the little guy will do it right away."

Liu Junzuo then took off the dead underwear, and Long Xingtu turned his back without any trace, saying, "Several adults, let's take this time to discuss the case."

The prefect of Jingzhou said: "Master Long, sirs, let's go to the pavilion outside to have tea and discuss, how about it?"

"please!"

Several people went out and sat down in the pavilion.

The Dali Temple Minister could not hide his curiosity and asked, "Master Long, what errands have you arranged for Miss Zhong Chu? If it is related to solving the case, I hope to know it!"

Long Xingtu sipped a sip of hot tea, "I do have plans, but it is not convenient to disclose it for the time being, so as not to achieve the expected results and affect the progress of the case. I hope you all understand."

"Master Long does not trust this official? Although you are different yamen, you all serve the national case. It is related to the diplomatic relations between the two countries. No one dares to favor oneself!" said the Dali Temple Minister unhappy.
Chapter completed!