Cypress Boat Floating

"How do you do things? Didn't you say that everything was handled cleanly?" A man with a violent look kicked over the servant who was kneeling in front of him.

"Master... Master, I did get rid of all the people." Even though the servant was kicked to the ground, he did not dare to resist. He crawled back trembling, knelt on the ground and defended himself in a low voice.

"It's been dealt with. Then tell me, what appeared at the city gate this morning? Was it a ghost?" Hearing what the servant said, the man became even angrier and more furious. He pointed at the servant's nose and cursed.

The servant knew his master's temper and did not dare to say much for the moment, fearing that he would make many mistakes and even lose his life. So he had to keep his mouth shut and let his master scold and beat him.

The man cursed while throwing everything he had in his hands to the ground, without caring whether there was anyone on the ground. It didn't matter even if the things hit him, because he never treated those servants as human beings anyway.

After the man had vented his anger, the servant kneeling on the ground was left with no clean spot on his body. His forehead was wet with a trace of blood dripping down. It was where his master had just thrown the teacup in his hand. The fragments of the teacup were still at his feet.

"How did you deal with it?" The man sat down after he had vented his anger, supporting his forehead with his hand, not even wanting to look at the servant on the ground. He now only thought that if someone really discovered what he had done, he would have to go through more than just this. But even so, he did not worry too much, because he knew that there would be someone to protect him and keep him safe.

"I, I dragged the man to the mountain outside and buried him." The servant was also confused. He clearly remembered that he handled it very well. He carefully raised his eyes and glanced at his master. He always felt that there was something fishy about this matter. He buried the man in the soil and even a weasel couldn't find it. How could he be dug out?

"Master, sir, could it be that someone deliberately dug it out?" The servant tentatively told the man his guess.

The man was silent for a moment, then he stood up even more angrily and kicked the boy: "If you didn't handle it cleanly, it wouldn't be like this. Why don't you go and clean up the rest?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The servant kowtowed quickly in response.

"Be careful this time. Don't get followed or caught. If you get caught, you can handle it yourself." The man said to the servant in a bad mood, then waved his hand and asked the servant to go away.

The servant understood what he meant by "I solved it myself". His indenture was with his master, and he had no other choice but to listen to him. Even in this situation, he could only do as he was told, and he didn't even have time to treat the wound on his forehead.

The maid outside the door dared to come in to clean up after seeing that her master had vented her anger. After the maid left, the man opened the secret door beside the bed and walked inside along the secret passage through the secret door.

Inside was a large secret room with a big iron cage in the middle. There were three or four women in the cage. Each woman's clothes were torn, and there was not a single piece of intact skin under the torn clothes. Everyone's eyes were empty, and the tears on their faces dried and flowed, flowed and dried, and now they could no longer cry.

It was very cold, and the women could only huddle together to keep each other warm. Obviously, this didn't help much, but their spirits had been tortured to the point of collapse. Even if it was useless, they had to huddle together, trying to give themselves a little more sense of security.

Walking around the iron cage where the woman was imprisoned, you can see a big bed. Next to the bed, you can see a lot of props, including daggers, whips, ropes, etc. Each prop is covered with the blood of different people.

The most perverted design of this secret room is that it allows the women trapped in the iron cage to see clearly how the person who was snuggling with them one second is being tortured the next second.

The man stretched lazily, ignoring the pain of the women, opened the iron cage, grabbed a woman's hair and pulled her out of the cage, threw her directly onto the bed, and started a new round of torture.

The tortured woman's voice was hoarse and she couldn't even shout. A tear flowed silently from the corner of her eye and then drowned in her blood.

.......

"What we are saying is, is there a possibility that she is not Miss Du?" After reading the information in Lu Ci Qiu's hand, Ye Jianqing silently raised his hand and gave the two of them a very pertinent suggestion.

The other two looked at her in surprise. It was not that they had not thought about it, but they were not so sure because they had no way to confirm it. But when Ye Jianqing said that she was sure that this person was not Miss Du, they asked her how she knew.

"Look for yourself. According to the coroner's findings, the maggots on her body have grown so long, and rigor mortis has long since subsided. This means that she has been dead for more than three days. The maggots on her body must have grown to this size more than half a month after she died.

And how long has Miss Du been missing? According to the time when Lord Du reported the case, it should be only three or four days. It is freezing cold in the capital, and it is hard to say whether maggots can survive on a corpse in three or four days, let alone grow so big. "Ye Jianqing took the scroll from Lu Ciqiu's hand and explained to them one by one, pointing out the doubts.

"If this person is not Miss Du, then he should be one of the missing women. If this is the case, I'm afraid Miss Du is in danger now. And there may be other victims." Lu Zhixing thought.

"It's hard to say, but we can notify the people who reported the missing case and ask them to come and claim the body. If this body is really one of the missing women, then the other missing women..." Ye Jianqing stopped talking here. She believed that Lu Zhixing had stayed in the Dali Temple for so long that he must have his own way of solving the case, so there was no need for her to say anything.

Lu Zhixing looked at Ye Jianqing with satisfaction. He didn't know her before and trained her as an ordinary assassin. After this period of contact, this person was able to give him surprises often. This was also the reason why he could often indulge her in being unruly around Lu Ci Qiu.

"Can I go and see the body?" Ye Jianqing raised his hand and asked.

She had performed autopsies with a forensic doctor before, so she had a little understanding of autopsies. Rather than simply looking at the coroner's autopsy results, it would be more practical to see the body with her own eyes. Moreover, the coroner is a man, and he must have many taboos about women's bodies. It's not that coroners in ancient times were useless, but there were so many taboos that they would inevitably reveal some things. After much thought, she decided that it would be better to see the body with her own eyes.

Lu Zhixing nodded and allowed her to see the corpse. At the same time, in order to train Lu Ci Qiu, he also asked Lu Ci Qiu to go with him. Even though Lu Ci Qiu was full of refusal, Lu Zhixing forced him in, under the pretext of training his courage.

The female corpse was placed intact on the bamboo mat. When Ye Jianqing lifted the white cloth, he was also frightened by the corpse.

Because there were so many wounds on her body, including knife marks, whip marks, and many fist and kick marks. The most serious one must be the wound on her face, which was consistent with the results of the coroner's examination. She didn't know as much about the corpse as the coroner did, so she simply didn't make any more effort to check and went straight to the place where she was most responsible for the inspection.

Ye Jianqing washed her hands. There were no gloves in ancient times, so she could only wrap her hands with a handkerchief to avoid direct contact with the corpse. Not to mention that the corpse was full of maggots, even if she was not afraid, she would still feel disgusted. And who knew if the corpse had been left for so long and had any poison or something, it was best not to touch the corpse directly with her hands.

Ye Jianqing walked to her feet and started the examination by checking her legs.

The body's legs had purple-black scars that felt like lumps when pressed. These scars were caused by blood clots from violent beatings she had suffered before her death. Even more serious were the inner thighs, where the skin was severely rotten and had puncture marks, which clearly indicated someone had intentionally scratched her thighs.

The more she looked, the tighter Ye Jianqing's brows furrowed. She now had a bad feeling.

Ye Jianqing spread her legs apart and put his hands into her private parts.

as predicted.

Her private parts had severe friction marks and wounds inside.

All the injuries on her body, including those on her private parts, were inflicted during her lifetime, which suggests that she had encountered someone who sexually abused her.

Ye Jianqing stretched out his hand and continued to check down along her legs, focusing on checking whether there was any part of her body that might contain any clues of where the body had been dumped.

It was no coincidence that she appeared at the city gate, and the body was definitely not at the city gate originally. As long as the body passed by, there would be some traces left behind.

But she didn't dare to hold out too much hope. After all, those excellent coroners had already conducted a thorough examination, and the clues she could find on the body must be very few.

But sometimes the god of luck comes to us without us even realizing it.

Ye Jianqing looked at every inch of skin on the corpse carefully, bit by bit. Finally, with her persistence, she found a small bit of dirt in the toenails of the corpse.

Although this is only a small amount of soil, it can be used to determine where the girl's body was originally thrown. If we arrive in time, we might be able to find something there.

With this discovery, Ye Jianqing hurriedly asked Lu Ci Qiu to get a handkerchief to collect the soil and give it to Lu Zhixing. Ye Jianqing believed that Lu Zhixing was more familiar with the geography of the place than she was, so this thing would be more useful if given to Lu Zhixing.

There was nothing left to find on the body. Ye Jianqing threw the handkerchief into the brazier and burned it. He stood in front of the body and bowed his head to mourn for her silently for three minutes. This was a poor girl. He hoped that she could live a happy life in the next life and would not encounter such a pervert again.

During the time she was examining, Lu Ci Qiu covered his eyes and looked in from time to time, but every time he looked in, he would vomit outside the door. In the end, he just stayed outside the door and didn't dare to go in. It was not until Ye Jianqing asked him to go in with a handkerchief that he reluctantly went in. After picking up the dirt, he quickly ran out again.

"Are you scared?" Ye Jianqing left the morgue and asked while washing his hands at the door.

Lu Ci Qiu really wanted to shake his head in front of her to prove his courage, but in fact he could only nod silently because his action had already proved his courage.

"Actually, she is also very pitiful. A young girl in her prime, met that kind of pervert at the best age." Ye Jianqing felt a little uncomfortable.

At her age, she should still be in high school in modern times. She can still go out happily with friends and act coquettishly with her parents without restraint, but now she can only lie here.

"Do you know what's going on?" Lu Ci Qiu heard her say this and thought that she should know something, so he asked.

"There were traces of friction and bleeding on her private parts." Ye Jianqing exhaled and said in a low voice.

"So, she has been assaulted?" Lu Ci Qiu frowned and asked following her words.

This case seems to be getting more and more complicated, from the initial disappearance case to the homicide case, and now there is the existence of a flower thief.

Ye Jianqing nodded to give him affirmation, but he would rather not have this kind of affirmation.

"I will help you investigate this matter, even if it's just for this girl." Ye Jianqing kept his gaze on the morgue.

Before, she had been pulling herself away from this world, always thinking that sooner or later she would leave here and return to the world that truly belonged to her, so no matter what happened, she would try to keep her presence as short as possible to reduce cause and effect.

But now she saw with her own eyes a poor, innocent girl being humiliated like this, no matter what the reason was, she felt that she would not be able to live with her conscience if she pulled away.

Now that God has sent this case to her, she feels that she can no longer withdraw from it and continue to do nothing.

If possible, she wanted to help the girl. The girl met a man who enjoyed sadomasochism. This kind of person will not really stop after tasting the sweetness. After the first victim, there will be a second and a third.

If he is not brought to justice, then all the girls in the capital will not dare to go out in the future. Even though Ye Jianqing does not belong to this world, she will not allow such a scourge to exist and threaten everyone.

For a person of good family background who grew up under the red flag, to her, these are all her compatriots, whether in ancient times or modern times.

In modern times, what she wants to catch are those who threaten the happy lives of her compatriots. Here, she has this ability, so why doesn't she continue to use it, continue what she did before, eradicate the harm for her compatriots, and let them live happily.

This is what she has always wished and longed for, isn't it?

If that’s the case, then why bother distinguishing between ancient and modern times?

Ye Jianqing suddenly felt enlightened, as if she had figured out something profound, and she seemed to have found her own meaning here.