Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 317 Claw Marks

Lu Xingzhou, who was suddenly called out, subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice. He saw the corpse he had been avoiding. His heart trembled and he silently chanted "Amitabha": "What's going on?"

"Record."

"Oh! Yes, yes!"

He tried his best to control his slightly trembling hands, ignored everything he had just seen and the smell of rust, feces, urine and corpses that rushed into his nose, and took out a pen and paper and began to record.

Ding Yuan then lowered his head in satisfaction and continued with his work: "The deceased was found dead because his chest and abdomen were torn open alive..."

An expression of surprise and confusion suddenly appeared on his face, and the people who were waiting to listen to his speech instantly became cautious, fearing that they would hear something even more shocking.

Ding Yuan, who had instantly regained his composure, tilted his head and examined the situation for a moment before saying, "No, he died because his heart was instantly ripped away by such great force."

"Shaoqing Cui."

Ding Yuan turned to look at Cui Bianxu and motioned him to come over and take a look. Cui Bianxu was as steady as an old dog. He walked over in a few steps and squatted down on the other side of the body without any hesitation. "Did you find anything?"

His face was a little tense. He quickly raised his eyes and glanced at Ding Yuan, feeling speechless. He didn't know what kind of hobby Ding Yuan had. Normally, when a coroner performs an autopsy, if the deceased died with his eyes open, he would close his eyes first.

Ding Yuan just ignored it and let the monk Xingyun lie there with his eyes wide open. Didn’t he see that Lu Xingzhou was almost scared to death?

I don't know what's wrong.

"Young Master, I originally judged that the cause of death was excessive blood loss after being seriously injured." Ding Yuan pointed at the dark and mostly dried bloodstains on the ground without noticing.

This judgment is the same as Cui Bianxu's. When he entered the room, he saw so much bloodstains, but there was only one corpse. In addition, the bloodstains were located all over the house, which could only mean that this person had sprayed a large amount of bloodstains in a very short period of time.

"You mean to say there are different discoveries now?"

"Yes."

Ding Yuan didn't immediately point to the particularly conspicuous wound on the chest. Instead, he pointed to the three scars on the corpse's scalp and said, "I believe these three scars are claw marks from some kind of animal."

"Claw marks?"

Xingjing was a monk, and monks naturally had no hair. Cui Bianxu didn't even need to do anything. He just tilted his head and could see Xingyun's bald head with blue residue clearly.

"The front is shallow and the back is deep..." Cui Bianxu stared at it for a while and then saw something: "Is this the mark left by the flying claw?"

Without waiting for Ding Yuan's answer, he shook his head and denied his own statement: "No, if it was a flying claw, the wound shouldn't be so shallow."

Ding Yuan was not familiar with weapons, and was even less familiar with uncommon weapons like flying claws. Generally, murderers killed people by using local materials or common swords.

However, he had seen flying claws before, so he shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be a flying claw. If it were, the wound would be deeper and wider. These three wounds are a bit too thin. Instead, they look more like..."

Wang Mingqian had walked by at some point and frowned as he continued, "It looks like the claws of a wild animal to me."

The Jinwu Guards often organize team-building activities, and the activity that costs the least, is the most interesting, can save on food costs, and can also exercise the body. Sometimes, if they hunt a lot, the Jinwu Guards can save some money on meals in the cafeteria, so he has some understanding of wild animals.

But the problem is: "I can't tell which one it is."

Cui Bianxu also shook his head. He didn't go hunting as often as Wang Mingqian, so it was even harder to tell.

Ding Yuan also wanted an answer. He was a coroner with professional ethics. His job was to perform autopsies. Investigating the case had nothing to do with him. "There were more than one scratch like this on the deceased's body."

He reached out and lifted Xing Yun's arm to show them. He saw that there were many more claw marks on it than on his head. "General, can you lend a hand?"

Wang Mingqian took a look at the naked corpse, and then looked at Cui Bianxu who showed no intention of helping. He wanted to ask him why he didn't ask his superiors in the Dali Temple for help, but then he thought better of it. He wanted to avoid Cui Yi getting angry at him in a bad mood, so he had to resign himself to helping him turn over the corpse.

"Slower, slower, yes, yes, that's it, no need to turn over."

Ding Yuan was able to command others very smoothly. After slightly turning Xing Yun's body to the side, he signaled Wang Mingqian to keep this position and not move. He then lay down to observe the situation on the back: "Shao Qing!"

"Yeah." Cui Bianxu immediately went around and lay on the ground with him to look: "There are also three claw marks on the back."

Ding Yuan examined it carefully for a while and then asked Wang Mingqian to lay the body flat. He pointed at the abdominal cavity and said, "This part, all the way to the chest, is torn open."

"Tear it open?!" Lu Xingzhou's writing hand shook and the pen drew a line. He didn't want to see it, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but look in the direction he pointed.

Wang Leisheng also came over and asked: "Who has such great strength that he can tear someone apart alive?"

Anyway, the shoes were already dirty, so he didn't care. The Wang family was not short of money. It was just a pair of boots. They could afford to throw away a hundred pairs!

"Not only is he strong, but his nails are also long, hard and sharp." Cui Bianxu sighed. At this moment, he really wanted to go to the front and light a stick of incense for the Buddha - why did he always have to deal with difficult cases?

Wang Leisheng smacked his lips and said, "Could it be that there really is a demon causing trouble?"

Human nails are generally not that hard. Xing Yun is a fat monk with an astonishing thickness of yellow body fat. Normal nails can only cause minor injuries to him at most, and it would be a dream to tear him open.

But if one wants to grow one's nails long enough to pierce Xing Yun's abdominal cavity, it is not impossible, but they will not only curl up, but also become brittle and easy to break.

This wound was torn open so thoroughly that Old Wang could guarantee that anyone who got it would have their nail broken.

Cui Bianxu glanced at him unhappily and said, "Master, don't speak..."

"It's just weird!"

Wang Leisheng chuckled and continued, "Sir, I'm educated, but if this is a human nail, it's impossible, unless someone specializes in making iron nails!"

A word awakened the dreamer. Although Wang Leisheng was just saying it casually, Cui Bianxu and Wang Mingqian's eyes lit up: "That makes sense!"

Wang Mingqian even said, "When I get back, I'll have someone thoroughly investigate all the blacksmith shops in Chang'an."

If what Wang Leisheng said was true, and someone made the knuckles specifically for the purpose of committing crimes, then the probability of finding someone to make them is extremely high. The smaller the thing, the more delicate it is. Finger cots and the like, you can tell from the sound of their name that they are very small and sharp, and someone who doesn't have this skill can't make them.