In the summer of July 1088, Zhezong of the Song Dynasty.
Dongping County, Guangling Prefecture, Jiangnan East Road, Dongping County Government.
Thick fog, flowing water.
Lotus flowers rustled along the river bank.
The river flows silently in the darkness, and the fog on the river is as thick as smoke. Desolate river, desolate weather.
…
Yan Qi looked at the corpse in front of him intently, put on gloves, wrapped a scarf around his face, and took out a sharp knife from the wide and flat box on the side.
She was dressed in men's clothing, tied her hands to her cuffs, and bent over: "Preliminary inference is that the deceased drowned in the river. The cornea was completely turbid, the skin on the hands and feet was partially peeled off, and rigor mortis has been relieved."
"The intestinal residues are all leftover from eating bran and drinking water! The overall body is malnourished and the body is emaciated. This is a sign of hunger strike before death!"
After saying that, she raised her eyes and glanced at Li Mobai, who was standing at the door with a pale face: "Master Li, you'd better avoid it first."
Li Mobai pinched his sleeves and dipped the beads of sweat on his forehead: "Then there is Mr. Lao Qi!"
He is said to be a gentleman, but in fact he is just a young woman aged twenty-two.
It was just her habit of dressing up in men's clothing, her elegant appearance, and her superb "corpse language" skills that won the respect of everyone in the Dongping County Yamen, who respectfully called her Mr. Seven.
After many years of working as a widow, Yan Qi seems to have forgotten that she is actually just a weak woman.
Li Mobai didn't talk to her at all, turned around and left. After leaving the door, I vomited out loudly.
Just like a faucet with a broken valve, it plummets!
The unrecognizable corpse, and Li Mobai who was vomited outside the door. Yan Qi had seen this scene countless times over the years and was not surprised at all.
She did not stop the work at hand. She lowered her head, exerted a little force on her wrist, and moved the knife calmly.
She looked intently at everything that gradually appeared in front of her, as if time had stopped and the world outside the house had nothing to do with her.
About half an hour later, Yan Qi straightened up, took out a clean handkerchief, and wiped the knife in his hand clean.
In this small autopsy room, in addition to three beds without living people lying on them, there is also a rosewood wooden shelf placed against the wall.
There are five or six flat boxes placed on it.
In addition to the knives and hammers commonly used by ghost workers, there are also two special boxes, which are used when putting makeup on the dead.
Yan Qi took out the makeup box and opened the bottom layer. Inside are paint divided into small wooden grids and a wooden board with small grooves cut out.
She picked up the brush slowly and mixed it evenly.
When the brush touched the corpse's cheek, she was calm and careful, as if she was polishing a work of art.
Yan Qi put make-up on the corpse, wrote the protective note, put the painting tools away, and put them back on the archigraphy shelf aside.
Then he raised his hand and covered the corpse's cheek with a linen cloth.
The little woman, so free and easy, formed a sharp contrast with Li Mobai, who did not dare to turn his head.
…
"I am the overlord of the media industry in Dongping County. This girl Yan Qi, let me see who can marry her!"
Matchmaker Zhang spread her word, but her sisters didn't seem to believe it.
"How much did you charge that old man in Yizhuang? Is that so hard to think about?"
A chubby woman laughed.
Matchmaker Zhang frowned. She had indeed received a lot of money. Wang Tou, the person in charge of the village, gave her a large sum of money before his death in the hope of marrying off his adopted daughter Yan Qi.
"Your reputation as the number one matchmaker may be ruined this time!" said another old woman with a wrinkled face.
But Matchmaker Zhang is very confident, and there is nothing she can't do as a matchmaker.
But this girl Yan Qi is really troublesome, because she is not a woman in a boudoir, but a coward who deals with the dead.
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"Salvage confirmed that the deceased was Ms. Wang, a local woman from this county. The body was five feet two inches long and there were no signs of violence or other obvious injuries."
"The stomach was empty, the liver was enlarged and hardened, the lungs were congested and edematous. There were signs of slight bleeding in the cerebellum, and there was stillbirth in the uterus."
"The cause of death is presumed to be drowning, possibly due to liver enlargement due to lack of oxygen, and prolonged time in the water leading to lung congestion and edema and brain hemorrhage."
The door opened, and a woman dressed in men's clothing came out.
She was wearing the white clothes she wore during the examination, her long black hair was tied into a hat, and her eyes were beautiful amber.
The facial contours are sharp and angular, the skin is a little pale, the expression is cold, and there is a smell brought from the corpse.
"Mr. Qi, have you finished the inspection?" Wang Erhu, the yamen servant who had been guarding the door, asked.
"The test is over."
"No need for re-examination?"
"No."
"Don't you have anything to say to Mr. Li?"
"It's all written down on paper."
Yan Qi handed him a piece of paper: "Give it to Mr. Li, I'm going back."
Wang Erhu wanted to say something else, but Yan Qi closed the door directly.
Wang Erhu choked, took the paper roll and was about to leave, when he saw the little goat of the Yamen servant walking over absentmindedly.
"What's wrong, are you lovesick?"
The little goat looked at him and rolled his eyes: "Yes, lovesickness! But? But? My lovesickness doesn't seem to be caused by women."
Wang Erhu was also stunned when he heard this. He was stunned for a long time before tentatively asking: "Not a woman? Is it a man you miss?"
The little goat nodded, looking almost like he was about to cry.
Wang Erhu seemed to be very scared, deliberately lowered his voice, and asked quietly: "It can't be me, right?"
The little goat looked at him, not knowing whether he wanted to cry or laugh. He could only say with a straight face: "My illness should not be that serious."
…
Yan Qi placed the body, changed clothes and left the Yamen, walking towards Yizhuang, but was stopped by Matchmaker Zhang on the way.
"Miss Qi! You've just finished your work. Come on, come on, have a sip of tea!"
Matchmaker Zhang enthusiastically pulled Yan Qi to sit on the tea stall.
"Aunt Zhang, you won't come to me as a matchmaker again, will you?"
Yan Qi had a headache looking at Matchmaker Zhang.
Ever since her adoptive father passed away, she has been entangled with Dongping's number one matchmaker.
"Look what this kid said! Look, you're not too young! Others are in their twenties, and their children are all running around. You don't have a partner yet, how can you do it?"
Yan Qi pursed her lips, thinking about how to escape.
Matchmaker Zhang has already taken out the portrait.
"This is Liu Er from Dongjie Street. He's a porter. He's a bit older than you! It's better to be older. He will feel sorry for others..."
"I know this man. His mother almost starved to death by him. He is an unfilial son."
Matchmaker Zhang choked, then changed the picture and said, "This is good! Boss Sun, who lives as a guest on West Second Street, has more rice than he can eat in five years, and more gold and silver than he can use in ten years. He is rich."
"He has a group of concubines at home. Aunt Zhang, which one are you going to let me be?"
Matchmaker Zhang stopped talking and quickly turned to the next page.
But at this moment Yan Qi's eyes were attracted by two other people on the street!
They were two women, with different hair colors and different pupils.
They wear the costumes of foreign women and their faces are covered with veils. They look mysterious and beautiful.
When Yan Qi looked at them, they also noticed Yan Qi. They looked at each other and quickly left from another alley.
Matchmaker Zhang was a little unhappy when she saw her staring in one direction and not responding.
Yan Qi looked away, glanced at the portrait and said, "The second oldest son of the He family injured his leg in a fight before and is now disabled. Aunt Zhang, I have something else to do. I'll leave first. I paid for the tea."
"Also, Aunt Zhang, if you insist on introducing someone to me in the future, please tell the truth, okay?"
Yan Qi ignored her, got up and left.
If you are a smart person, never expose a woman's lies to her face.
Especially a woman who works as a matchmaker!
Because even if you expose it, she will have many explanations. Even if you don't believe her explanation, she will never admit that she lied.
Therefore, if you meet a woman who can lie and beautify, the best way is to deliberately pretend to believe her completely, or to avoid her completely.
Otherwise, you are asking for trouble!
Yan Qi naturally understands this!
"Seventh girl! Seventh girl! There's another one!"
Matchmaker Zhang shouted at her back.
But Yan Qi did not look back.
Matchmaker Zhang sighed and took out the last portrait.
That is a very handsome and upright man!
He doesn’t look very old!
His name is written next to it - Li Mobai!
