Two days passed unconsciously, and at Li Chengqian's request again and again, he finally got Li Er's permission to go to Dali Temple to see Li Yuanchang's body.

A group of capable subordinates such as Heizi, Dugu Yufeng, Twenty-seven, Su Meng, and Sun Simiao were taken with them, while the little girl Yang Yuxin was left in the palace. Her force value is too low, and once she really encounters something, she has to bother to protect her, so Li Chengqian simply asked her to stay in the palace and not come out.

At ten o'clock at noon, the sun was shining, and Li Chengqian and his entourage, under the guidance of Sun Fujia, came to the mortuary where Li Yuanchang's body was parked, and opened the wooden coffin where the body was parked.

As soon as the lid of the coffin was opened, a foul smell came to his nose, and the choking Li Chengqian hurriedly covered his nose, secretly sighing that the preservation ability of Datang's corpse was too poor, and if he came a few days late, it was estimated that this guy would be able to rot.

"Your Highness, why don't you go and rest first." Dugu Yufeng is a girl's family in the end, and her mind is delicate, and when she saw Li Chengqian's appearance, she stepped forward to persuade her.

"Let's take a look." Li Chengqian pinched his nose and covered his mouth, and said sullenly.

Li Yuanchang died under the standard weapons of the crown prince's guard, and if he didn't take a serious look, he always felt uneasy.

"Your Highness, try applying this under your nose!" Sun Simiao handed Li Chengqian a small bottle, which contained some white paste-like objects that smelled strange.

"What is this?" Li Chengqian took it in his hand and looked at it, smelled it again and again, although the smell was very strange, it could effectively cover the smell of the corpse's decay, which made people feel much more comfortable.

"Lao Dao prepares his own medicine to avoid obstacles, which also has a certain effect on the prevention of corpse odor, corpse poison and some epidemic diseases." As he spoke, Sun Simiao dipped a little bit in it with his hand, gently applied it under his nose, and gave Li Chengqian and others a demonstration.

So everyone also followed his example, and each painted it, even Sun Fujia, who was used to dealing with corpses, was no exception, after all, he was also a human being, and it was better not to smell that stench.

After everyone had finished painting, several people approached the coffin containing Li Yuanchang again and looked at it carefully.

Of course, only Li Chengqian and Sun Simiao were the first time here, and the others had more or less seen it once or twice, and they were already very familiar with this corpse, so they didn't have to look at it so seriously.

In the coffin, Li Yuanchang's eyes were slightly open, all over the corpse's face, the expression looked very weird, and there was a hint of surprise in surprise, making it difficult to understand what he saw when he died.

There was only one wound on the body, and that was a triangular wound in the chest.

The clothes had been cut open, and it was clear that the wound was exactly the same as the wound caused by the Triangular Army's stabbing.

The area around the wound was already open and rotten, and the rolled flesh was already black and purple, and it looked a little hideous.

"Kuroko!" Li Chengqian stared at the wound for a long time, and with some surprise, he said 'um', and after calling the name of the sunspot, he pointed at the wound.

"Whoa!" Heizi agreed, and the probe who understood it pulled out the hidden three-edged military thorn from behind his back, and inserted it into the location of the wound on Li Yuanchang's corpse.

"Wait." Sun Fujia, who had been standing silently on the side, saw Kuroko's movements, and couldn't help but stop him: "Your Highness, what do you want to do?" The wound was the only evidence. ”

"Sun Fujia, you don't know the structure of the Triangular Thorn, do you?" Li Chengqian made a wait gesture to the sunspot, turned his head and asked Sun Fujia.

"Why did Your Highness say this?"

"All of you, show him the stabs." Li Chengqian didn't explain, but just turned his head and said to the group of people who came with him.

"Bang Bang ......" Heizi took the lead, Dugu Yufeng, Su Meng, Twenty-seven, and the twenty guards led by the prince who came with Li Chengqian, each with a military thorn, in a circle and inserted it on the only wooden table in the mortuary.

Li Chengqian walked over, took out a handful at random, and handed it to Sun Fujia, who was a little dazed: "This three-edged military thorn is the standard equipment of the prince guard, but because of the current processing technology, the angle between the three prisms is not the same, Sun Shaoqing should be able to see it, right?" Li Chengqian said in his mouth, took out a military thorn from the table, took it in his hand and weighed it a few times.

"Yes, it's different. This can also be seen from the wounds on the body of King Han. Sun Fujia said while looking at the military thorn in his hand, as if telling Li Chengqian that he had already discovered this problem.

"The point of what Hongu said is not the angle between the prisms, but these grips." Li Chengqian took the military thorn in his hand and gently poked it on the handle of the other 20 or so military thorns on the table, and then said: "Didn't you find the finger sockets on these grips?" ”

Finger sockets? Sun Fujia frowned and began to look down at the military thorn in his hand seriously

Only then did I discover that the grip of the military thorn was indeed as Li Chengqian said, with grooves four fingers wide and four or five millimeters deep in one direction, which made this military thorn extremely comfortable to hold in his hand.

"You put your finger on the outside of those grooves and try it and see what it feels." At the same time as Sun Fujia observed those grooves, Li Chengqian's voice came.

What does it feel like? Sun Fujia tried to turn the thorn in his hand at an angle, and found that if such a groove was not in the finger, it would make people feel very uncomfortable, and even some would lose their strength.

"Got it?" Li Chengqian took the military thorn in his hand, made a forward stabbing motion, and then said: "In a small space, when stabbing someone, he usually puts his hand in front of his chest and then stabs it forward, or he draws his weapon from behind and stabs it forward. ”

"Of course, when the second way of stabbing someone, it will form a bottom-up wound, and the surface of the wound will not be so regular."

While explaining, Li Chengqian walked to the side of Li Yuanchang's coffin, and put the military thorn in his hand on the coffin: "Then now let's take a look at this wound, it is very flat, no matter what it looks like inside, at least on the surface, this wound is inserted directly from the front." ”

"And ......" Li Chengqian paused, turned the military thorn in his hand, and inserted it into the wound of Li Yuanchang's corpse before Sun Fujia could stop it.

Because it was pierced along the original wound, the military stab entered very smoothly, without a trace of delay, but when the military was inserted steadily, the four grooves that Li Chengqian had just reminded Sun Fujia to pay attention to were actually upward, directly towards the position of Li Yuanchang's head.

Then, Li Chengqian made an extremely strange knife grip and asked Sun Fujia: "Sun Shaoqing, would you use such a strange posture to kill people?" ”

(End of chapter)