The night breeze was slightly cool, passing through the hollows of the skull, sobbing away the last trace of temperature above.

Fu Shiyi rubbed his hands: "Start work!"

Others: Don’t want this easy look! That’s a personal head! A human head! A serious head! A serious one!

Li Changbo coughed, stepped forward, and looked closer to see.

Xu Shuangyu was even more exaggerated and squeezed directly to Fu Shi, stretching his neck and staring at him.

Zhong Yuehan pulled him a little with a dark face, and his eyes were still motionless.

Fu Shiyi did not wear the iconic gloves today.

So the slender and fair fingers formed a sharp contrast with the slightly yellowed skull.

Fu Shiyi calmly picked up the skull and looked at the eyes of the other party with only two black holes left.

Focus.

Fu Shiyi was very focused.

Focused so much that it makes people feel illusioned: Is this her lover?

Fu Shiyi lowered his skull and began to look at the fragments.

Everyone came to their senses and was deeply ashamed of their thoughts.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Fu Shi asked Xu Shuangyu with his head turned.

Xu Shuangyu was eager to try: "What are you doing?"

"Jigsaw puzzle." Fu Shiyi pointed at the pieces of broken bones: "Look at if you can put them together."

The skull was just smashed to the nostrils. Most of them were intact, so it was good for Xu Shuangyu to practice his hands.

Xu Shuangyu obviously wanted to agree, but Zhong Yuehan said: "The case is important."

Fu Shiyi shrugged and looked at Xu Shuangyu regretfully: "Okay then."

It took only half a quarter of an hour from Fu Shiyi picking up the first piece of fragment to finally putting it into a large piece of bone and inlaying it into the skull.

This speed...

Fu Shiyi put the assembled skull back on the table, "Look at the cracks on the skull, there are many broken places. The patterns are radial patterns. It can be seen that they were smashed with great strength, and the weapon was not a sharp thing, but it was not too big--"

"It should be a lot of hits. The purpose is to disfigure or hate."

Li Changbo pondered for a long time, "You mean, the murderer has great hatred for the deceased."

"Yes. If it's just disfigurement, you can use a knife or fire. He chose the one that is most laborious."

The skull is very hard, and it takes a lot of effort to smash it like this.

And it also smashed a lot.

Fu Shiyi pointed the traces to Li Changbo: "Looking at these dense traces, I smashed them at least seven or eight times."

Li Changbo carefully identified it, but had no clue - he had no experience, so he naturally couldn't see it.

Zhong Yuehan reminded: "If you paint the portrait early, you can catch the real murderer as soon as possible."

Fu Shi glanced at Zhong Yuehan: "No hurry."

Fu Shiyi looked at the bone cracks on the back of his head carefully: "The back of his head should be something not too big, and it is inferred and disfigured."

After saying this, she took a step back and picked up the paper and pen that had been prepared long ago.

To be honest, skull recovery is a long process.

You must first draw the skull, and then continue to draw the outline outside.

Everyone stared at Fu Shiyi's drawing paper with breath.

It took a full hour to complete Fu Shiyi.

Because the draft was too messy, she copied it again and then handed it over to Li Changbo to read.

Before Li Changbo took it, Xu Shuangyu exclaimed: "Isn't this Ding Daomei!"

Fu Shiyi sighed: "Yes. It's him."

Li Changbo took the drawing paper, looked at it carefully, and finally said something that had nothing to do with the case: "It's very similar. It's very awesome."

Li Changbo praised him very seriously.

Fu Shiyi suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Overall, average."

Xu Shuangyu also joined in the fun, and the baby's face was full of surprise: "How is this ordinary? It's just a magical skill!"

Zhong Yuehan, who was not convinced before, rarely said: "It is indeed a magical skill."

His eyes were slightly furious: "If everyone knows this, then even the old corpse can tell the identity—"

Fu Shi glanced at Zhong Yuehan and directly pierced the fig leaf: "Do you want to learn?"

Zhong Yuehan's face turned red:...I think.

Xu Shuangyu had already grabbed Fu Shiyi's sleeve and admired her face: "Or what if you accept me as your apprentice--"

Zhong Yuehan shouted, "Have you forgotten your ancestors?"

Xu Shuangyu calmed down.

The rules of coronation are that a person can only become one disciple in his life.

In fact, it is not just coroner, but all walks of life.

One person can only become one disciple.

Fu Shiyi sighed inwardly: The reason why many ancient skills were gradually lost is because of this concept. A person can only learn one, and the first thing he learned is limited. Moreover, those who are masters will feel that teaching apprentices and starving their masters to death will usually leave one hand... Isn't it done in the end?

Fu Shiyi simply shook his head: "This is a pedantic idea. If there is a coronary school and you go to class, just like the current scientific examination, it is divided into so many types, and the teachers of each subject are different. What do you think?"

Zhong Yuehan was speechless and finally blushed and argued: "I have never heard of the coroner school! How can I confuse it?!"

Fu Shiyi asked him: "Why can't we confuse it?"

Zhong Yuehan can no longer make sense, but he is stubborn anyway: "I just can't confuse it!"

Xu Shuangyu's baby face wrinkled, looked at this and that, and was busy like a top in the middle: "Senior brother calms down, Madam Fu calms down - what a big thing, don't make a noise..."

Xu Shuangyu looked at Li Changbo for help.

Li Changbo remained motionless and pondered himself.

Fu Shiyi shouted lightly at this time: "If you don't pass on the good things down, you won't let more people learn to know them, and sooner or later it will be aborted!"

"Since ancient times, coroners have been passed down by word of mouth, why are there no generations?" Zhong Yue had a cold face and his tone was not good.

Fu Shiyi asked: "How many disciples do your master have?"

Zhong Yuehan: "Three!"

"As you three add up, do you dare to say that you have learned all the skills of your master?" Fu Shiyi glanced at Xu Shuangyu when he said this.

Zhong Yuehan choked and wanted to speak several times, but finally shut up dejectedly.

"If one day, if you encounter something unexpected, you will die before you have time to bring your apprentice. Xu Shuangyu and your other brother are also dead. Tell me, is your lineage broken?"

Fu Shiyi sneered: "Even if you live to the seventies and eighties? When you pass on your apprentice, you can leave a hand. Your apprentice can pass on less things, right? This goes on and over again-"

"Xu Shuangyu learned the most, and he might be able to pass it all on his son, but what if one day he can't give birth to a son here?!"

Xu Shuangyu stopped persuading him and thought about this question in a daze.

He never thought about this problem since he was a child. However, when his father was teaching things, he once secretly taught something deeper with his senior brothers on his back, and told him several times that "this is a secret that cannot be passed on and can only be handed over to his son."
Chapter completed!