Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Jun Ziyou was taken aback when he heard this, his smile froze on his face, the corner of his mouth twitched, he thought to himself, does this kid really know what he is talking about?

In order to avoid this topic, he also tactfully expressed doubts: "A Bao can't talk nonsense, children are ignorant, so don't mess around when you go out, don't make your mother worry."

But Jin Abao had a calm face, and he didn't know if it was true ignorance or boldness, "I said, I killed that old man, you'd better arrest me now, otherwise..."

He raised his hand abruptly, and Jun Ziyou was startled. How could he have imagined that this seemingly innocent child would actually come prepared, with a sharp knife for slaughtering a cow in his hand, pointing it at the stunned Jun Ziyou.

Facing this scene, although Jun Ziyou is not afraid, he can't help feeling horrified. A six-year-old child, who should only know how to play, has seen through life and death too early. If he hadn't really done something, then he It must be protecting someone.

Apart from Mrs. Xu, he couldn't think of anyone else.

"Is it because you feel that your body is not uncomfortable enough to stand here and eat the wind?"

Xiao Beicheng, who heard the sound, glanced at the two people who were still standing in the yard. Jun Ziyou was startled, and hurriedly blocked Jin Abao's knife-holding hand with his wide sleeve, turned his head and said with a smile, "Isn't this just thinking about it?" The scene of the snowy sky corresponds to Mr. Changli's "Spring Snow". "Bai Xue thinks the spring is late, so she pretends to be a garden tree wearing flying flowers." This poem is very beautiful, and Ah Bao must remember it. Let mother listen."

Jin Abao took a step forward and opened his mouth to Xiao Beicheng who was full of doubts, obviously he wanted to say something.

But before he opened his mouth, his expression changed, hesitantly looked at Junziyou who didn't change his face, lowered his head and nodded a little, "Remember, sir, but Baixue thinks it's late in spring, pretending to be a garden tree wearing flying flowers. It is Han Changli's masterpiece "Spring Snow."

"That's right, Ah Bao is really smart, dare to ask who is the master?"

"Mr. Chang Su from Yue's private school."

"Then I have to find time to visit this gentleman and learn his unique skills in teaching."

Hearing the awkward conversation between the two, Xiao Beicheng felt bored and left. After he was far away, Jun Ziyou let go of Jin Abao, shook his numb hand from pain, rolled up his sleeves, and the blood dripped down. Throwing the sharp knife with one hand.

Jin Abao stared at him blankly, unable to believe that someone would be so stupid to block the knife with his body, but he was timid to see him like this, instead of insisting on picking up the knife, he just stood there with his head down, knowing that he had done something wrong I didn't dare to see that person anymore.

"You can't carry such a dangerous thing on your body. It's not good to hurt others or yourself. Be obedient."

Jun Ziyou didn't take it seriously, but was complacent because he had escaped Xiao Beicheng's eyes just now. He took Jin Abao to his study room, pulled a piece of emergency cloth, and asked the latter to move a chair to sit beside him, grinning his teeth and using warm water. Washing off the blood from her hands, she asked, "Half a month ago, did your mother act abnormally?"

"No!" Jin Abao replied decisively.

"Don't lie, what happened half a month ago, even if you are the god of Daluo, you have to think about it before answering. I don't think it's wrong for you to favor your mother, but you must distinguish between priorities, because every sentence of your testimony It may become evidence to prove her innocence, but don't ruin the big thing because of small losses, or for selfishness."

Jin Abao is a sensible child, after Junziyou's reminder, he also understood the reason, seriously recalled everything that happened half a month ago, and replied: "No, A Niang stays at home every day, at most it is with the neighbor next door. Auntie talks homely, complains about my unreasonable father, nothing unusual."

"Then Xu has no chance of killing Jin Wancai, who are you protecting by taking the blame on yourself?"

Jin Abao stopped talking, staring at Junziyou's injured hand in a daze, the man wanted to ask again, when he heard someone knocking on the door pretendingly, pushed the door open and walked in, unexpectedly, he couldn't find anyone in the past few days Doctor Jiang.

Jiang Yanqing came to the table with the tray in her hands, patted Jin Abao's thigh, and asked someone to move aside, not treating herself as an outsider, sitting down and pinching Junziyou's wrist, curling her lips in disgust.

"Don't you think that your little trick can really fool him? He didn't know that he indulged you, but he felt sorry for himself. You..."

Jun Ziyou smiled embarrassedly, his eyes obviously hoped that Dr. Jiang would not reveal his old background in front of the children, and begged him to put the matter aside for the time being, and then used his uninjured hand to pick up a piece of mung bean cake for clearing away heat and relieving fire and handed it to Jin Abao , "Continue the topic just now and answer my question."

"...My father, that man is dead, and my mother who has been beaten and scolded by him will definitely be suspected. I don't know who killed him, I just want to protect my mother."

This is the truth, the gentleman believes that his heart to protect his mother is true, and according to his statement, the logic is impeccable.This child is indeed a bit precocious, but he still doesn't understand the complexity of the adult world. Even if someone taught him this kind of rhetoric, he might not be able to learn it.

"Then let me ask you, did you have any unusual behavior before your father passed away?"

"That man has always been very strange. As long as he drinks alcohol, he looks like a different person. Sometimes he will go to sleep in a coffin overnight. When my mother went to persuade him, he beat and scolded my mother. Later, my mother didn't dare to control me. , when he wakes up and finds himself sleeping in a coffin, he will beat my mother again."

Jiang Yanqing gave a "tsk", "This is not a drunk, but a madman?"

"It seems that he was bewitched by someone two years ago, and he believed in some kind of religion. Since then, he has rarely worked, and he doesn't care whether the family has eaten the last meal and never stopped. He also likes to collect some animal carcasses and put them at home. My mother was scared and tried to persuade him several times, but he was beaten, and then she didn’t dare to say anything, so she just endured it.”

Jun Ziyou felt more and more pitiful about what happened to Mrs. Xu. How could he bear it for so long when his good wife and loving mother fell into the hands of such a person.If it were him, he would have chopped off Jin Wancai's dog's head long ago.

"What did you say happened two years ago?"

"Although my father used to have a bad temper, he didn't dare to fight my mother. At most, he just kept quiet for a few days in a fit of anger. But since he was cheated by others, he took my mother as a punching bag, always doing These strange things are scary, my mother has long wanted to take me back to her mother's house."

"for example?"

"They will secretly leave the corpses of the homeless people that the government wants to send to the graves, burn wax and smear them on the corpses, saying that this is to seal the soul of the dead in the body, and when they find a way to bring the dead back to life in the future, they will be able to Resurrected."

This can't help but remind people of Jin Wancai's death. Junziyou was full of doubts, so he went out with Jiang Yanqing with an excuse, and asked after walking a distance: "I have a question, is there any way to allow people's blood to continue to circulate after death?"

The other party stared at his face, wondering if there was something wrong with his brain, "Let's not talk about people, even animals' hearts stop beating after death. How can we beat without a heartbeat? Unless..."

"unless?"

"Is there any way to maintain the heartbeat from outside the body."

Going around to the bedroom, Jiang Yanqing asked Junziyou to lie flat on the bed, unbuttoned the front of his shirt to reveal only the single shirt he was wearing underneath, and hit his left chest with his fist lightly, causing Junziyou to scream out in fright.

"How about it, do you feel it?"

The man was still in shock, clutching his chest, and nodded hesitantly, "It seems that the moment he hit his body, his heartbeat was controlled."

"My father is also a doctor. He used to teach this method to stabilize the heartbeat of fainted or dying people, and save the patient's life against the clock. But this is only suitable for people who are about to die. If the situation is not serious, just move your hands Just stack it on the patient's chest and press it."

"Is it possible that after death, the heart pulse was forcibly pumped to infuse wax oil into the body?"

"I think you seem to be overcomplicating things. This kind of thing only needs to be filled in the body, and it doesn't need to flow through the blood vessels. The most straightforward way is to pour it in through the seven orifices, just like going in through your mouth..."

In order to make his words more convincing, Jiang Yanqing squeezed Junziyou's cheeks, forced him to open his mouth, took a cup of cold tea and poured some symbolic drops into his mouth, and then slid his fingers from his jaw to his throat , through the chest, and all the way to the belly.

"The hot wax oil flows from your esophagus through the internal organs and into the stomach, filling more and more, until finally bursting your internal organs, filling the entire abdominal cavity and chest cavity, making you into a wax people."

"...But if this is the case, wouldn't the living and the dead be made into wax figures?"

"That's right, but the key point is that the autopsy report emphasized that at least one-third of the blood in the body was clotted, which can also indirectly prove that the deceased was indeed filled with wax oil to make a wax mannequin after death. .As for the cause of his death and the motive of the murderer, it is up to you to investigate."

Jiang Yanqing stretched out his hand to help Junziyou up, and when he turned around, he happened to meet a pair of murderous eyes, and the hairs all over his body stood on end in fright.

Xiao Beicheng stared at the two people's hands clasped tightly, and suddenly showed a creepy smile.Jiang Yanqing thought something bad, slapped himself very consciously, withdrew his hand and ran away.

The gentleman You Naran stared at Xiao Beicheng, and it took him a while to recover, he pressed his lower abdomen with lingering fear, as if he had really been poured with wax oil just now.

"My lord, what are the characteristics of the other bodies found in the Jixiang Shoucai Shop?"

"The same body was filled with wax oil, but their postures were different. There were two burly and strong men with angry eyes and snouts, facing each other with weapons in their hands, like the two generals. As for the other deceased, it was a woman with painted face The red face makeup that was popular in the previous dynasty, the eyes are closed, and the dead body is peaceful, just like walking out of a painting."

"... That's right, my lord, do you still remember what posture Jin Wancai was in when he was discovered?"

Xiao Beicheng recalled a little, "It was obscured by the wreath, so I couldn't see clearly, but I remember that he seemed to raise his hands up, his legs spread out one after the other, maintaining a walking posture, and his eyes were also open. "

Speaking of this, he understood what Jun Ziyou was thinking.

It turns out...these people are actually lonely ghosts who came out of the painting.

The author has something to say: Although Ziyou is a bit timid and afraid of pain, when he really encounters a problem, he will abandon all his weaknesses and become others' support.But the prince took his mood into consideration and didn't expose his tricks. Although he felt distressed, he still gave him enough face. Sometimes understanding is the most precious indulgence in a relationship. After experiencing life and death, he already has the taste of an old married couple. .

Thanks to Yun Shengsheng for donating a landmine, thank you for feeding! !

Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~

感谢在2020-10-1723:56:15~2020-10-1800:03:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Yun Shengsheng 2;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!