When the book-traveling little detective meets the two-faced prince

"It's actually a young man..." Yang Hancai's face changed as if he had thought of something. He took a few steps back, looked at the dry bones on the ground with an unbelievable look on his face and said, "They say that when this green smoke rises, all the injustice in the world will end. Could it be that... this corpse is crying out for justice for itself?"

"Impossible!" Lin Lezhi said firmly.

"What's impossible?"

"The corpse will not cry out for itself." Lin Lezhi picked up the ghost money and copper coins beside him and put them in his hand. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "These copper coins and ghost money must have been placed here intentionally by someone."

After hearing this, Xiao Xu said, "Lian An means that the letter smoke and the corpse were also intentionally left there by someone."

"Yes, this corpse has been dead for at least ten years, but the ghost money all over the ground is new, and the cigarettes are obviously new too. As long as we find the store that sells these items, we will know who staged this drama."

Yang Hancai nodded after hearing this and said, "Then I'll send someone to inquire at the nearby shops."

Lin Lezhi nodded slightly, "Then I'll have to trouble Prefect Yang."

"No trouble. I have heard that Master Jiang is a master at solving cases. I also know about Master Jiang's ability to solve cases in Yulong Village. I believe that if this case is handed over to Master Jiang, he will be able to solve it quickly and restore peace to Zhouqing Town."

After saying that, Yang Hancai walked up to the yamen runners and ordered them to go to all the coffin shops in the town to investigate the situation.

Lin Lezhi picked up the skull on the ground and wanted to see if there were any other useful clues on the skull. Seeing this scene, the people around him were so scared that they took several steps back.

Even Magistrate Yang didn't dare to get close.

Seeing that Lin Lezhi was concentrating on examining the skull, Xiao Yihuo walked over to Lin Lezhi, squatted down, and asked softly, "Any clues?"

Lin Lezhi glanced at Xiao Yihuo and handed the skull in his hand to Xiao Yihuo, "Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

Lin Lezhi originally wanted to test Xiao Yihuo's attitude again, but he didn't expect that Xiao Yihuo had no disdain at all. Instead, he remained calm and carefully observed the skull inside and out, which made Lin Lezhi look at him with admiration.

"Are not you afraid?"

Xiao Yihuo pursed his lips slightly, then looked at Lin Lezhi and said, "The corpse was originally a person. It's just a part of the past before the person died. There's nothing to be afraid of."

After hearing this, Lin Lezhi paused, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Did you find anything?"

Xiao Yihuo nodded and pointed his slender finger at the forehead of the skeleton, "Here, his forehead seems to have been injured."

Some scratches can be seen on the forehead, some are light, some are deep, mainly concentrated on the forehead.

"Not bad. I didn't expect you are quite good at solving cases." Lin Lezhi praised with admiration from the bottom of his heart. Receiving Lin Lezhi's praise, Xiao Yihuo's mouth corners curled up into an imperceptible smile.

Lin Lezhi then continued: "It is indeed difficult to see clearly from this perspective, but if you connect these incisions one by one, it is not difficult to see what the words are."

"Words?" Xiao Yihuo looked at Lin Lezhi in confusion.

Lin Lezhi murmured "hmm" softly, and saw some not-so-dry soil under the paper money. He moved some of it over with his palm, and with his finger pointing to the mark on his forehead, he wrote the word "slave" on the soil.

"Why carve the word 'slave' on your face?" Xiao Yihuo's eyes were still puzzled.

"You are a prince, and the servants and maids you can choose to serve in the palace are naturally carefully selected civilians with registered permanent residence and no criminal record."

"But in general, wealthy families may not mind the status of servants. If they encounter some masters with extremely bad character, they will..." Lin Lezhi pointed to his forehead and continued: "Carve the word 'slave' on their foreheads."

Xiao Yihuo questioned, "But isn't it only those who have committed extremely serious crimes such as rape and robbery who will have words carved on their foreheads?"

Lin Lezhi's eyes darkened. "Slaves are generally stateless vagrants, commonly known as 'black feet'. They have no stable jobs, and cannot pass the imperial examinations. They have no dignity. The reason why their masters carve such words on their faces is to remind them of their identities at all times and to warn them not to overstep their authority."

I think the fake Li Weisheng also had a scar on his shoulder, and he also said that he was a refugee. Could there be a connection between the two?

Lin Lezhi looked at the shoulder blades on both sides of the corpse and found no scratches.

"This..." Xiao Yihuo's eyes flickered, "I didn't know there was such a thing."

Lin Lezhi patted Xiao Yihuo on the shoulder and said, "This is not your fault, so don't blame yourself. Besides, you are born in a high position and can do many things that ordinary people can't do. Only by understanding the people's feelings can you do things that benefit the people."

After hearing this, Xiao Yihuo seemed to be thinking about something.

Although it is inhumane for him to write such a spoof article.

But no matter what, Xiao Yihuo is a character he created himself, and he will sit on the throne in the future, so just think of it as a father teaching his son.

After that, Lin Lezhi took the skull and stood up. He looked around and saw that the people were all terrified and frightened. He said, "Prefect Yang."

Yang Hancai came over, cupped his hands and asked, "Master Jiang, did you find anything?"

"I wonder if there is any record of this stateless refugee in the government?"

Yang Hancai thought for a moment and said, "According to the laws of our dynasty, there should be records."

Yang Hancai looked embarrassed, and smiled a little embarrassedly, saying, "I am ashamed to say that I have just arrived in Changluan County and have not yet handled official business. If the prince and Mr. Jiang are willing, you can go with me to the county government office to check together. The yamen runners sent out to investigate clues will also report back to the government office in a while."

Lin Lezhi looked at Xiao Yihuo, who smiled and said, "Everything depends on Lian'an."

Lin Lezhi returned the greeting to Yang Hancai and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Prefect Yang. This corpse may contain other clues. I'll have to trouble Prefect Yang to arrange for someone to bring it back to the county government office."

Yang Hancai arranged several people to move the remains away from the scene, and the body had just been moved off the ground.

"Wait a minute." Lin Lezhi shouted.

The bailiffs were so frightened that they dared not move.

Lin Lezhi and Xiao Yihuo looked at each other, then squatted down in unison on the pile of earth under the corpse. There was obviously something else in the soil.

Lin Lezhi dug up the soil underneath the corpse and found a black datura flower buried inside.

This datura flower has only been seen in cemeteries.

There was a clear dividing line between the soil under the bones and the wall. This soil was obviously transported here later. Lin Lezhi frowned and turned to Yang Hancai and said, "Prefect Yang, could you trouble a few yamen runners to dig this up?"