Di Ying just started to examine the bones at this time.
While teaching the "apprentice".
"When we encounter a corpse or skeleton, the first thing we have to do is smell it. Different smells can tell us a lot of things.
Then the gender of the deceased is determined through the throat bones, pelvic bones, toe bones, etc. When making records, we also start with the gender, approximate age, height, and weight of the deceased.
After identifying these, first, check the corpse's eye membranes, pupils, and then the nasal cavity and other facial features. Especially the oral cavity must be inspected carefully.
Then based on the changes that the human body will undergo over time after death, the state of the eye membranes, corpse spots, etc., the time of death of the deceased can be determined..."
As Di Ying's mellow voice spoke, Song Wen, Peng Liang, and the ten guards all listened in rapt attention.
At the same time, their respective brains are also carrying out crazy memories.
Especially Song Wen.
He simply wished he could grow eighty more hands and eighty eyes.
Record, watch, touch, associate...
Even though Di Ying's narration speed was not very fast, and he paused every time he said something to let Song Wen feel it for himself, Song Wen was still in a hurry for fear of missing a word.
I have long forgotten the uncomfortable feeling of vomiting.
When the sun climbed to the middle of the sky, the work of examining bones and teaching finally stopped.
Di Yingwen asked Song Wen: "Now, tell me your opinion."
After Song Wen heard the question, he looked through his records and carefully checked several places on the bones.
Then he replied cautiously: "Judging based on the reproduction and death status of fly larvae, pupae, beetles, etc. on and around the corpse.
The time of death of the deceased: It should be between the afternoon of Shenshi and the beginning of Youshi on the second day of October in the fifth year of the Dalu calendar last year. (15:00-17:00)
Cause of death: Hit by a heavy object in the middle of the head.
It can be seen from this that the deceased should be Han Lixing.
The size of the heavy object is not large, and the dent created is about the same size as when I hit it vertically with my fist.
But the force was obviously very strong, cracking the bones on the top of the head like a spider web.
Is it a hammer? How big does the hammer head have to be?
It looks more like the head of a smaller ax was smashed out.
But most ax heads are square, right? Or round at both ends and square at both ends?
So round and round, what on earth left behind?
And it's so accurate...it's weird.
And according to what you taught me before, the deceased had many old injuries on his bones.
Some were dropped, bumped, bumped, and some were eaten by animals.
You also said: These old bone injuries indicate that the deceased had been tending sheep for a long time before his death, and had encountered several accidents while tending sheep.
Then his family situation is not very good.
But the meat ban has only been in place for two years. In the past, mutton was still sold at a reasonable price. Why are you living so hard? "
Di Ying listened to Song Wen's analysis and praised him: "I remember it very clearly and have my own judgment. It's very good."
The praise made Song Wen blush.
Blushing, he said, "Sir, he is much younger than the student. I feel weird being praised like this by you."
Di Ying: "...I learned it from my master. Even if we are just exchanging ideas, we are not master and apprentice."
Song Wen was curious.
Get rid of the weirdness and ask: "Do you still have a master? Who is it? Is he famous? Very powerful?"
Di Ying shook his head.
Thinking of the old man, Di Ying replied sadly: "I don't know his name. I met him when I was young. He asked me to go into the mountains to study with him every day."
Song Wen heard Di Ying's reluctance to say more, so he stopped asking.
Just like Di Ying didn't tell how he got the thunder and what kind of poison was given to Wu Chengsi, Song Wen wouldn't ask further questions no matter how curious he was.
Some secrets are personal.
"What are we going to do next?"
Song Wen changed the topic.
Di Ying stood up and pointed in the direction of the stream.
"Let's go and take a bath for a while. Everyone, go. Then get some food, and then go find Han Lixing's family and neighbors. Remember to pack Han Lixing's bones and take them with you."
Hanjiacun is still far away from where they are now.
By the time they led their horses and walked, following the route that Han Lixing might have used to herd sheep, and found Hanjia Village, the sun had already tilted.
Di Ying calculated the time it took to walk one way: more than half an hour.
Most of the areas the route passes through are at the foot of mountains or deserted forests.
In those areas, there were fresh sheep dung, sheep hoof prints, and a lot more.
But there is none near the mouth of the valley.
It must be other shepherds who have bypassed that valley.
"Who are we?"
Before we entered the village, we were blocked by an old farmer carrying a big kettle and a basket.
When Di Ying saw this, she smiled and was about to step forward to talk.
Song Wen jumped out.
Without saying a word, he took out a bowl from the basket held by the old farmer's other hand, held it in both hands and stretched it out to the old farmer.
"Uncle, we heard that the sheep in your village are very well-raised, so we wanted to come and have a look. We got lost and found it with great difficulty. I'm almost dying of thirst. Can you give me some water?"
"Oh, it turns out I want to buy sheep."
When the old farmer heard this, the wary look on his face suddenly disappeared, and he put down the basket and poured water for others.
At the same time, he greeted warmly: "Come on, come on, come on, sit under the tree over there to cool down. I'll get you some water."
A local accent.
Song Wen, who was drinking water, did not forget to tilt his head and make a face at Di Ying. Then he drank the water in a gulp, took the kettle and basket from the uncle's hand, and went to the foot of a big tree at the entrance of the village.
The big tree is surrounded by a fence made of stones.
The surface of those stones was probably polished smooth by countless buttocks or legs all day long.
The water that the uncle brought was all boiled. After everyone finished drinking the water, Di Ying said: "Uncle, are you going to send this water to the fields? The wheat is ripe this season. Are you harvesting it? Can you bring it?" Let's help each other along the way."
"Oh, that's impossible. The shells are precious. How can I help the hungry people collect plums? That's a big deal. Your clothes are more valuable than the plums."
(I just made a joke. If I had played it all, a lot of people would probably beat me up.)
When the uncle heard this, he waved his hands repeatedly.
Di Ying stood up with a smile, gently took one of the uncle's arms, and led him forward.
On the other hand, he said: "It's okay, we are all young and strong young men, and we only do some work to exercise our bodies.
Uncle, is your home far away? Is it over there? What about here? Whose land is here? Why is no one cutting it?
There will probably be light rain the day after tomorrow. A lot of this has been blown down by the wind. If we don't mow it, it will rot in the ground. "
