Ran Yan's last sentence was asked slowly and somberly, to which Liu Qingsong replied with a dry laugh, "Exactly, exactly."
Arrest Officer Qin pondered for a moment before asking, "Was the injury on the back of his head caused after death by someone smashing it?"
"Covered by hair, it can't be judged at the moment. However, postmortem lividity has already appeared on his body, indicating that the blood has settled and decomposed. In other words, even if it could still bleed, it definitely couldn't be so bright red in color and so much in quantity!" Ran Yan replied truthfully.
Someone doubted, "But the weather isn't cold enough to freeze someone to death, right?"
To let Ran Yan vent her anger, Liu Qingsong quickly interjected, "Don't rich families have ice cellars? Some inns and restaurants have them too, right? Who says a person must be frozen to death only by cold weather!"
"Come here!" Arrest Officer Qin shouted loudly.
A constable hurried over and saluted, "Present!"
