The coroner and the concubine doctor pursue the murderer in the Dali Temple

How could it be so vicious! Chu Yunxi understood it even more clearly. If he didn't have something to hide, why would he be afraid that the person in the coffin would become a ghost? He also wanted to imprison the three souls, seven spirits and the soul in this dark underground. His intentions were so vicious.

Chu Yunxi asked Madam Wan to rest nearby and went to check the second body. This body had been dead for about a year and a half. It was said that he died by jumping off a cliff. Dou Yian searched for the body alone at the foot of the mountain for three days and three nights before he found it.

Chu Yunxi had only one thought after hearing this: it seems that Dou Yian is setting up a love-struck persona. No matter which wife he is, he gives others the impression that he treats her very well. But what is the reality? It can be seen from the needle holes on Liu Guizhi's body.

Chu Yunxi carefully examined the corpse. Just like the victim in the previous Yin Shengzi case, this corpse had a broken sternum and a broken spine, but there were no serious problems with the wrist and leg bones. This proved that she did not jump off the cliff, but was thrown off the cliff after falling into a coma, or even her body was thrown off the cliff after death.

Chu Yunxi gently picked up her bones and looked at them carefully. She suddenly said "Huh?" Xiao Mubei asked, "What did you find?"

Chu Yunxi showed Xiao Mubei a vertebra and said, "Your Highness, look, there is a deep scratch here. I suspect it was caused by a dagger stabbing into the back."

"You mean, she was stabbed from behind, or even killed and pushed off the cliff?"

Chu Yunxi nodded, "That's right. If Dou Yian did it, he could have gone down the cliff by himself to find the victim, changed her bloody clothes, and then found someone else to pretend to search everywhere, even if it took three days to find her. In this way, no one would suspect that he murdered her."

"But it's been so long since the incident, the bodies have turned to bones, and the murder weapon is nowhere to be found. We have no evidence. Opening the coffins and performing autopsies now can only prove that his first two wives did not commit suicide, but how can we prove that the murderer is Dou Yian?" Xiao Mubei was a little worried. Dou Yian's home had already been searched, but no evidence was found.

Chu Yunxi put the bones back in place and asked Xiao Mubei to pull her up, signaling the detectives that they could close the coffin and restore the tomb to its original state.

Chu Yunxi picked up the willow branches and looked at them, a smile on her lips, "There is no evidence, so let him speak for himself."

Xiao Mubei looked at her in confusion, but Chu Yunxi obviously didn't intend to explain.

Seeing that the tomb was filled, Wan Ruwei dared to step forward, stretched her head to look at the coffin in the tomb, and asked with lingering fear: "Junior sister, the person in the coffin has turned into bones, right?"

Chu Yunxi nodded, "Yes, so what are you afraid of?"

Wan Ruwei said awkwardly: "How many girls are not afraid of bones? If everyone is like you, how can men protect women?"

"Really?" Chu Yunxi looked at Xiao Mubei, "Prince, have I delayed your potential to be a hero and save the damsel in distress?"

Xiao Mubei laughed and rubbed Chu Yunxi's head. "Don't delay. There are many dangers in the investigation process, and there is a lot of room for me to play."

Several people couldn't help laughing.

At night, in the Dali Temple prison.

Dou Yian tossed and turned, unable to sleep. This was already his third night staying here. It had been three days, and except for the first day when the King of Dingbei and his wife interrogated him together, no one had paid any attention to him in these three days. Meals were delivered on time, but the jailers who delivered the meals did not speak to him. Dou Yian wanted to ask when he would be released, but he could not find anyone to ask.

During these three days, he was filled with deep uneasiness. Sometimes he felt that the people in the Dali Temple would not be able to find any evidence, and sometimes he was afraid of what to do if he made any mistakes. In his anxiety, he felt that time was passing very slowly. In this gloomy prison, it seemed that eyes were watching him everywhere.

Dou Yian kept comforting himself that there was nothing to be afraid of, there was nothing here, although he was the only one in sight, but this was the Dali Temple, there were so many jailers at the prison gate, and so many constables outside the prison, he just needed to survive this, the Dali Temple would not be able to find evidence and would have to release him, then the world would be big and he could live freely.

Thinking like this, Dou Yian gradually felt relieved. In between sleep and half-sleep, he seemed to see three beautiful women walking in, slowly walking up to him and squatting down. One of the beautiful women opened her red lips and called out coquettishly, "Husband."

A soft, boneless jade hand stroked his cheek, just like the hands of his beautiful wives in the past, with a pleasant fragrance that drifted into his nose.

Dou Yian smiled, and he reached out his hand to touch the cheek of the beauty in front of him, but the beauty dodged it lightly and said with a smile: "My husband, I can't breathe, come and see what's going on."

As she spoke, she leaned forward. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Dou Yian suddenly saw five finger marks on the snow-white neck in front of him, as if a big hand was tightly strangling the slender neck. He was startled and looked up, only to see the beauty with a terrified face, covering her neck with her hands, crying, "Husband, please let go, I can't breathe."

Dou Yian was startled. He took a closer look and found that the woman in front of him was somewhat similar to his first wife. He looked at his hands, then at the woman who was holding her neck in pain. Fear crept into his heart little by little. Suddenly, he stepped back quickly and said with horror, "Who are you? Go away, stay away from me."

"Husband, I'm Yujiao, I can't breathe..." The woman stretched out her hand towards Dou Yian.

Dou Yian was so scared that he closed his eyes tightly and said, "Go away, go away."

"Husband~" At this time, a green arm came up from behind him, and someone whispered in his ear: "My back hurts, here, right here, it hurts so much."

Dou Yian only felt that his back was being poked by a sharp object, as if the next moment, that thing would penetrate his skin and flesh and come out of his chest.

He was so frightened that his soul flew away, and he couldn't help but say: "Ningchu, if you let me go, I will apologize to you, and I will kowtow to you in front of your grave, and don't come to find me."

"Husband, it really hurts here. All my bones are broken. It hurts so much. I want the person who hurt me to have the same feeling. I want him to be buried with me." The voice in his ear became gnashing. Dou Yian only felt his back hurting more and more, as if the sharp object had pierced his clothes and his skin.

"Ningchu, Ningchu, listen to me, I really didn't mean it, can you please let me go?" Dou Yian almost cried out.