"The sound of water? At this time, the rivers in the north were basically frozen, and there was no sound." Chi Shi said, and asked again, "Did she look messy when you find her? I mean, has her hair been combed again?"

Not only Ma Changchuan, but also everyone in the room were a little confused about Chi Shi's rhythm of questioning.

Fortunately, Ma Changchuan came to his senses before he was stunned for a long time. He nodded heavily, "I have combed it and my clothes are neat. So when I saw her for the first time, I thought she was playing tricks and ran out by herself, and even said to her..."

"What's the point of asking these?"

Chi Shi did not answer him, but shook his head, "I want to open the coffin and perform the autopsy. Is the clothes Ma Changrui wore before still there? Let me take them together."

Ma Changchuan looked at Zhou Xian. Seeing Zhou Xian nodding, he hurriedly ran towards the door, "I'll get it!"

Chi Shi ignored Yushi Ma and Ma, walked to the coffin, and with a snap, he jumped up with a nail in the coffin and then landed on the ground.

The Ma Censor's face changed drastically, and he stood up suddenly. He raised his hand and pointed to Chi Shi's palm, "This..."

Zhou Xian glanced at him, raised his chin, and shook the fan in his hand, "This is the coroner in our mansion. Opening the coffin with bare hands is not a skill. If he wants to, he can shoot the coffin into pieces!"

Zhou Xian was joking here, and when the pool was over, she pushed the thick coffin lid easily overturned to the ground by her.

Chi Shi stretched his head and looked at it, sighing lightly, "When you go down to Chi, come and listen to your suffering in this life."

This little lady Ma is a twin and Ma Changchuan, and she is almost exactly the same. She has cyanosis on her mouth, exposed tongue, and a clear bruise on her neck."

"There are no other fatal injuries on the body, and there are no interlaced rope marks on the back of the neck, so the possibility of being strangled is ruled out. You should hang yourself and commit suicide."

Chi Shi said, lifting Ma Changrui's hand because she was bullied, she was likely to pick the thief. Unfortunately, according to what Ma Changchuan said, she was locked in the house alone and washed for a long time, almost all the traces on her body were washed off.

The fingers are clean and there are no traces left.

Chi Shi thought, not discouraged. Perhaps because he walked too fast, Ma Changrui's longevity suit was very unfit, and it was wide and big, making her look smaller and smaller when she was lying in the coffin.

Chi Shi grabbed her hand, and the sleeve slid down to her shoulders, revealing her entire arm.

"There are obvious handprints on both sides of the left and right hands. It should be that the thief pressed her very hard... Huh..." Chi Shi was a little surprised, "The thief should have been injured in the index finger of the left hand and had no strength. Therefore, the traces of the finger pressing are almost invisible."

Chi Shi looked at it and sighed softly. Ma Xiaozi's body was covered with bruises. Not only that, her chest, and waist and abdomen were almost all scratched, and the red and purple bloodshot looked like she had been rubbed with a steel wool ball.

These abrasions should not be done by the thief, but Ma Changrui, who was sitting in the bathtub, desperately trying to wash away the filth on his body...

Not to mention now, even in later generations, many bullied women can only swallow their anger and dare not speak out. People who think like Ma Jingshi and Ma Ma are definitely the mainstream in the current Daliang Dynasty...

The woman herself also pays great attention to chastity. Last night, Ma Changrui's world was definitely the collapse of the sky and the earth, and every trace on the corpse was her despair.

She might be regretting why she wanted to be a kind and good person.

The Imperial Ma came back from the shock, rushed over, and grabbed Chi Shi's hand, "My daughter is dead, you kid... you kid! You want a shameless guy!"

Chi Shi swung his hand slightly and shook the censor several steps back.

"A shameless person at least has a face. You are so shameless, and the joy of the New Year cannot suppress your bad luck. Ma Changrui has been reincarnated in your home and become your daughter after eight lifetimes."

"Dear-looking? Don't look at yourself in a mirror. Have you ever had that thing since you were born? If you don't just think about your daughter being humiliated, you will be a laughing stock if it spreads."

"If you and your wife don't put all your thoughts on blocking Ma Xiaochuan and look at Ma Changrui with one eye, she will not hang herself alone."

Chi Shi said, raising his hand and pointing to the coffin, "You are so shameless. During the Chinese New Year, you quietly carried your daughter out and buried it. Then after the New Year's Day, you said to the outside world that you were seriously ill and lost."

"Now, any soft-legged shrimp can be the censor! What are you afraid of being laughed at? It's a joke if you breathe."

Chi Shi rolled his eyes to the Imperial Officer Ma and met Ma Xiaochuan directly in the door. He ran out of breath, a little out of breath, and was holding a rose-red bag in his hand.

He staggered a few times, walked directly to Zhou Xian, placed the bag on the small table where he was drinking tea, and spread it open.

"It's all here. His Highness, the King of Chu, and Chi Corps. Come and take a look, but what are the important clues?"

Zhou Xian looked around and saw that there was a small rose-red jacket inside the bag, and the jacket was embroidered with a large apricot blossom, which was very suitable for girls to wear during the New Year. The clothes were clean and neat as if they had been washed by humans.

"Chi Shi, come and see, what is this?"

Zhou Xian said, not taking it. When he saw the Chi, he always brought gloves with her gloves, clamped them up with two small iron pieces she made, and then carefully wrapped them up.

Chi Shi leaned over and saw a small circle hanging on the big apricot blossom on his chest. Under the ring was a small character, which was written in cursive. The circle and small characters were both cast in copper.

"This shouldn't be Ma Changrui's own thing?" Chi Shi said, taking out small tweezers, took off the copper ring carefully, and put it on a piece of paper.

Ma Changchuan looked at him in surprise, then looked at Mrs. Ma who was crying silently on the side, and said, "My mother, come and see, is this from Amei's jewelry box?"

Mrs. Ma wiped her tears, stood up, took a look, and shook her head, "No such thing, Chang Rui likes Xinghua and Nanzhu. Almost all of her dressing box is full of these. There is definitely no such thing, so who would hang the words on her body."

Chi Shi and Zhou Xian looked at each other, and they all remained silent.

It seems that although they are unwilling to think so, it is certain that the flower-picking thief is a habitual criminal and Ma Changrui is the fourth victim.
Chapter completed!