The Rise of the Song People of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 632
When Song Ci, Yan Baihu, and Yan Yu returned to Dianchi Lake together with Zimo Ayi, Song Ci conducted an autopsy under the witness of all the clan members.

Song Ci first saw that the old patriarch's body had been embalmed to a certain extent, but he could still see that his face was black, the surface of the body had turned brown, and his whole body was swollen to a certain extent.

Then I was naturally attracted by the wound on the back of the old patriarch. After careful inspection, this huge wound showed no subsurface bleeding, and no blood clots. The incision was smooth and bloodshot. Wounds that take a long time to inflict.

Song Ci carefully investigated the real cause of the old patriarch's death, inspected every inch of the old patriarch's body, and found that the old patriarch's legs were swollen to different lengths, and he saw two small red and swollen holes showing brown spots on his ankles. His eyes lit up.

"Miss Zimo Ayi, please bring a corn dumpling or naan (food made of flour bread) and some cloth." Song Ci who was engrossed in the matter directly ordered Zimo Ayi, and the latter also sent someone to do it one by one.

Under the watchful eyes of all the people of the Zhurong tribe, a tribe brought a white naan and handed it to Song Ci.

The latter first blocked the old patriarch's ears, eyes, and lower abdomen with cloth, and then stuffed the white naan into the old patriarch's mouth, and then continued to look at the physical evidence.

Song Ci opened the clothes and found that the entire blood stain was a large puddle, as if the clothes were soaked. He was slightly startled, then put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. He frowned slightly and asked, "Miss Zimo Ayi, is this the so-called ironclad evidence? Is this the so-called ironclad evidence?" Swapping packages to fool Song?"

"Mr. Song Ci, this is absolutely true, none of our tribe has touched it!" Zimo Ayi was very sure.

"This is so ridiculous, this so-called ironclad evidence is simply a forgery!" Song Ci said loudly, his tone full of firmness.

Song Ci's words made everyone look at each other, and some members of the clan even became angry. Zimo Ayi calmed down the emotions of the subordinates first: "Mr. Song Ci, please explain in detail!"

"Miss Zimo Ayi, with light steps and strong arms, I believe she is also a martial arts student, and she should know that any injury, especially a puncture wound, will inevitably splatter a lot of blood, and it will become scattered little by little.

And looking at the bloody coat of evidence, it is not a little bit of splashing, but a big puddle of blood. Only when Shi Qian was close to the old patriarch and slashed the knife would it be possible to appear in such a state, but how could Shi Qian be like this? Kill the old patriarch with a knife? "

Zimo Ayi recalled the details of killing the enemy in the past, and it was just like what Song Ci said, stabbing the enemy with her unique weapon would splatter blood.

"And this bloody coat is not human blood at all, but chicken blood!" Song Ci threw a heavy bomb when everyone was discussing in surprise.

"What? Chicken blood?", "This...", "How is it possible?"

"Miss Zimoai, boil this bloody garment in water, and you can smell it when you smell it. Chicken blood has a foul smell, while human blood only smells like blood."

Zimo Ayi immediately asked the tribe to do it, and found firewood and a copper basin to boil the bloody clothes in water. After a while, a foul smell slowly dispersed, and the disbelieving Zhurong tribe stepped forward to smell it.

Even the disbelieving clansmen parted their hands, stained the cloth with blood and then boiled it. Sure enough, they could only smell the smell of blood, and there was no foul smell at all. All the people present began to believe Song Ci's words.

"Then Mr. Song Ci, what is the cause of father's death?" Zimo Ayi and Ayimu Ai Zezi now completely believe in Song Ci.

"It's almost time. Miss Zimo Ayi and the young patriarch are here to see you." Song Ci took out the naan that had just been stuffed into the old patriarch's mouth. He found that the white naan was stained with yellowish brown, and there was a smell. taste.

After Song Ci showed the white naan to everyone, he brought Ayimu Aizezi and Zimo Ayi to the old patriarch's body and pointed to the two swollen wounds on his ankles to explain: "Anyone who is bitten by snakes and insects and dies Yes, there are slight black marks of the bite on the bitten area, bruises around it, thick bluish-yellow water flowing out, poisonous gas pouring into the limbs, the body will swell, showing different degrees of color changes, and the face will turn black.

Moreover, the stench and color on the white naan just now indicated that it was a sign of poisoning. The old patriarch was bitten by a poisonous snake and died of poison.

Song heard that King Mulu would drive poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts. The murderer is self-evident, and he wants to blame Mr. Shiyan. If Miss Zimo Ayi and the young patriarch still don't believe it, he can ask Marshal Lu to take them into custody. People believe that they will confess. "

Because King Mulu only confessed that the old patriarch was killed by the Meng tribe in tandem, but did not say in detail what method was used to kill the old patriarch. Now it is combined to see that King Mulu who can control poisonous snakes is the only possibility.

"Come here, let Mr. Shiyan go!" Zimo Ayi first asked the people to release Shiyan who was in the prison, and then thanked Song Ci: "Thank you, Mr. Song Ci, for finding out the truth for my father. Plead guilty to Marshal Lu!"

If it wasn't for Song Ci's inspection, Zimo Ayi and the others would not have known the truth.

"Those sons of a bitch in Mengbu are too abominable!", "We are all fooled!", "Mr. Shiyan is a good man!"

The people of all ethnic groups in the Zhurong tribe became excited once again, but this time the target was the Meng tribe. Now Lu Xun and Shi Qian could tie the Zhurong tribe to Lu Heng's battleship with a little effort.

"Young Patriarch, Ms. Zimo Ayi, now that the truth has come to light, I hope you two can prevent the Zhu Rong tribe and my lord from fighting each other! My lord is still very concerned about the affairs of the Zhu Rong tribe." Song Ci did not forget Knowing that he is an envoy, this autopsy is a sideline job, and he immediately started to make diplomatic friends with the Zhu Rong Ministry.

"It's only natural. Zhu Rong's family is willing to join Wu Hou with his family. This is also Abba's wish! But Marshal Lu must promise Zimo Ayi one condition!"

"What conditions? As long as it is suitable, I believe that my lord and Marshal Lu will agree to the two."

"Next time Marshal Lu sends troops to Meng's tribe, Zhu Rong's tribe will also participate in the crusade together, and the hatred of killing Abba is irreconcilable!" Zimo Ayi said angrily.

"It's only natural. Mengbu's ambition is our common enemy!" Song Ci was overjoyed when he saw this request, and immediately agreed on behalf of Lu Xun.

Not long ago, Song Ci met Shiyan who had been imprisoned for a long time. In fact, the latter did not receive any abuse, but lost his freedom of life. Zimo Ayi originally did not believe that Shizhen was the murderer, so Shizhen spent his days in prison. not bad.

When Shi Qian saw Song Ci, he thought about it for a while and realized that it was Lu Xun who sent him here. It seemed that the truth had come to light, and he believed that his mission could be completed.

In order to make amends and kill his father and enemies with his own hands, Zimo Ayi is going to meet Lu Xun together with Song Ci and Shi Qian.

(End of this chapter)