The case wasn't progressing smoothly... The first day's six thousand words had failed. Allow Han Hao Niao to return to the fray tomorrow!
After dispatching Huang Bin to investigate those craftsmen, Sun Shaozong went straight to the autopsy table.
The table had been built from lumber piled in the rear courtyard, with a layer of old hides of unknown origin spread over it.
Besides that, six braziers had been set up around the dissecting table. The moment one drew near, it felt as though one had stepped into a steamer.
That was because the corpse had hung outside the main hall for most of the night and had frozen as hard as stone. To bring certain clues to light, it naturally had to be thawed first.
When Sun Shaozong reached the autopsy table, he poked the corpse's calf. Seeing that the flesh had softened again, he began at the ankle and kneaded his way upward inch by inch.
The results of the examination were as follows: the victim's lower-leg bones were slightly deformed, and the muscles around the knee joints felt distinctly different from elsewhere, seemingly the result of chronic strain.
There were no signs of chafing at the roots of the thighs, showing that these abnormalities had not been caused by prolonged riding.
Together with the fact that the murderer had taken the head and clothing, the likelihood that the victim had been a Daoist who spent his years sitting in meditation increased greatly.
And if his identity was assumed to be that of a Daoist, there were generally two possible deductions.
One possibility was that an enemy of Tianshi Mansion had killed a Daoist from Tianshi Mansion, or one connected to it, and hung him outside the main hall in order to provoke and discredit Tianshi Mansion.
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