No. 18 Unaware of Spring (5)

  Braving the thunder and trudging through muddy rainwater, we hurried to the side hall, our journey perfectly adding to the atmosphere of a ghost story.

  If it weren't for Master Yinye, I wouldn't know where to find an umbrella.

  "There's only one!"; He skillfully pulled out an umbrella and smiled with deep meaning.

  "Go ahead, I don't care!"; "I'm very impatient to say,"; "As long as you don't talk too much, just remember the thunderbolt incident."

  Youya Gongzi is a double-edged sword. Although he has threatening power, if he keeps his promise, it will be a great opportunity for me to transform my abilities and become a powerful intermediary for Nie Qiuyuan.

  I've decided to be a little nicer to him.

  Another loud thunderclap lit up the corpse of Guan Fudong's deputy hall master lying in the coffin, his face twisted and staring at us ferociously. The Young Master of the Night lit a lamp, its flame flickering dimly in the dark and stormy night.

  "If it's a hanging death, the body lies on the bed, but stretches out its arms and lies in a big character shape, which is not right. If both hands are uncontrolled, at this time, it should be more natural to pull the neck rope."

  The Young Master of the Night began to speak slowly, presumably recounting what Nie Qiu Yuan had said to him.

  "If the murderer is strong and familiar with the victim, he can simply strangle him to death with a rope or stab him to death with one knife, why bother to tie him up at home with such a big heart?"

  The young master walked to the coffin and gently pulled up Gang's pant legs, revealing purple marks on his ankles, clearly the imprint of rope binding.

  Here, why tie up? There are no other ropes in the house, this rope is taken away by the murderer. Let someone be tied like that around the neck and feet, but there is no sign of poisoning or anesthesia, how can it be done?

  The tone of the young master's voice suddenly became calm and steady, as if everything was something he had seen with his own eyes before.

  Yes, how can you possibly subdue a big and strong man like him and then tie him up like this?

  "Perhaps he was willing..."; I muttered under my breath.

  Voluntarily, under what circumstances would you voluntarily be tied up like this?

  Suddenly an unthinkable idea emerged in my mind. Such a situation is extremely rare even in modern times because it's really too avant-garde. And this was during the Tang Dynasty, oh my god!

  I started undressing the corpse.

  The Young Master of the Night was shocked and widened his eyes. He bit his lip, but ultimately did not make a move to stop me.

  The corpse only had one top garment, with only two buttons fastened, which came undone easily. I gestured to Master Yinye to help me turn the body over. On the back of the corpse, apart from the livor mortis that had already appeared, there were also purple marks on the lower part of the scapula and the coccyx, as if they had been pressed by something.

  Consistent with what I imagined!

  A scene unfolded in my mind. The person had stopped breathing, the murderer lifted up the body and stuffed something underneath to prop it up, then began dressing him.

  The rope on his ankle must be untied because he is going to have a bath.

  Yes, when a person dies, their body is roughly naked. And the murderer wants to cover up this fact!

  So why put something under the corpse? This is not hard to imagine, if I were dressing him up, I would also need to pad it, because I couldn't move his body around.

  This suggests that the murderer's strength may not be as great as it seems.

  I started to undo the corpse's pants. I hadn't even gotten halfway through when the key parts still hadn't been exposed, and then I heard Young Master Yuanye shout in terror: "You! What! Are! You! Doing!"

  I gave him a white eye: "What are you afraid of? It's not like it's yours!"

  "He stuttered for a while, seemingly unable to find the right words, "You you you!!! What's wrong with you!!!"

  Ventrioloquism can also stutter, I feel very Lei. But now my mind is not empty on this, I opened my mouth and asked him a rather academic question:

  "I don't understand your men's clothing, you guys usually don't wear underwear inside?"

  As we spoke, I grabbed the corpse's pants with one hand, and it was clear that there was nothing else inside.

  As for the word "inner pants", what does it mean? Obviously, a clever person like Master Yinye immediately understood.

  "!!!"; His face turned bright red with embarrassment under his mask, he stuttered for a moment, then looked away in shame and anger, "......worn!";

  This confirms my speculation, the corpse should be naked, and the murderer didn't have the energy to dress him so carefully. Anyway, it's summer, wearing less is normal, who knows if not wearing underwear is Vice Hall Master's hobby?

  I was about to take off the corpse's pants. This time, a strong hand from behind grabbed my collar and yanked me backward with great force.

  "Out of my way!"; The Young Master of the Night said with a huff, "This is outrageous!"

  I don't know why, but I have a natural affinity for this slightly arrogant man, and in front of him, I always involuntarily reveal my true self.

  Because the smell emanating from his body contains an intangible something that is exactly the same as Zhang Yang, Chen Ge, and all the teachers in the criminal police team. That smell can make people ignore the differences between men and women, ignore all human emotions, leaving only a desire to explore and wholeheartedly engage in battle.

  "So I unconsciously said something that seemed quite normal to me in scientific terms: 'Then take a closer look, on your thigh, on your clothes, can you find any semen stains?'"

  To be honest, I'm a bit speechless again, and I've spoken some extraterrestrial vocabulary again!

  "You you you!!!"; The Young Master of the Night understood once again. This time, however, his chest felt stifled for a moment before he let out a long sigh. I think he probably surrendered completely

  It's over.

  "Get out!"; A usually gentle and sensitive man shouted roughly, "Get further away and close your eyes!"

  I sneered: "This thing, you're not necessarily going to get it done!"

  "Damn it!"; The Young Master of the Night finally couldn't help but curse, "From now on, you must call me for such things, and don't dare to take action on such despicable and shameful matters! Otherwise, I'll risk being struck by lightning from heaven to expose your true face!"

  I received a death threat and had to retreat silently to one side. The Young Master of the Night was fiddling with something over there, suddenly lifted his head, and immediately turned it back again.

  He panted for half a day and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "The body has already been cleaned up by someone, but there are still some remaining...ahem...semen...and...there were signs of...intercourse before death."

  A hint of disdain flashed through my mind. Don't mention the investigation and autopsy, even in class, we didn't care about those words that were difficult to utter. Although the deceased is important, now he has become a piece of evidence in my eyes, only by discarding all emotions can I make a calm judgment. Who's not making sense? Can't even say a complete sentence, as an investigator, this is the most unacceptable!

  However, we cannot be too demanding of people from ancient times, as they all had limitations! This is the earnest teaching of our history teacher.

  I gazed at the ancient handsome man with sympathetic eyes, who was dressed in finery and had an elegant demeanor but was at a loss for what to do, and I made a preliminary judgment about the case of Guan Fudong's death.

  This is not an ordinary strangulation, Vice Hall Master Guan died of a more unspeakable reason.

  Asphyxia sexualis

  The author's thoughts on Monday

  Every Monday, I secretly make a resolution in my heart: it's another new beginning! This week, I must work hard! Write well! I must xxxxxxxx!! Then, by Friday, I'll be lying softly on the bed, thinking to myself: what have I actually done this week...

  I wonder who has the same feeling? Anyway, at this moment, the author has made up his mind again! If not, everyone can give some recommended votes and encourage him a bit?