The old monk's chest was rising and falling very weakly, indicating that there was more air coming out and less air coming in.
Han Changmu, who was always calm and composed, changed his expression when he saw this scene. He rushed forward in a few steps, quickly took out a porcelain bottle, knocked out a pill and stuffed it into the old monk's mouth.
Yao Yao stood nearby and shook his head slightly. He looked like he was poisoned and might be difficult to save.
Sure enough, the old monk reluctantly swallowed the medicine, but his condition did not improve, and his breath was so weak that he could no longer detect it.
Han Changmu was so anxious that he took a breath and tapped the old monk's chest several times.
The old monk's closed eyelids moved, but he didn't have the strength to open them. His groaning voice was low and hoarse, and he was snoring in his throat. He couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.
Han Changmu lay on the old monk and tried hard to hear what he was saying, but he couldn't hear anything.
The old monk's face became paler and paler, and two clusters of evil red suddenly appeared on his cheeks. He grabbed Han Changmu's hand as though he was looking back, held his hand tightly, put it on his stomach, and patted it twice hard.
Then he made a hoarse gurgling sound in his throat. The sound was muffled and stopped suddenly. His head tilted to the side and his breath stopped.
Yao Yao looked at this scene, and the string of hope in his heart broke with a bang.
Han Changmu was full of anger. He glanced at the bowl that fell on the ground. The food was spilled on the floor. He raised his eyes again and glanced at the three grief-stricken monks with sinister eyes.
At this glance, the grief of the three monks was gone, and all that was left was that they were frightened out of their wits. Without any hesitation, they all knelt on the ground tremblingly. The sound was like dropping dumplings.
Han Changmu said coldly: "What did Jueming eat?"
He has been on the battlefield all year round, and his murderous aura is very deep. When he is not smiling, he is frightened to death, and when he is angry, it is even more frightening to the point of splitting one's liver and gallbladder. The three monks are all in agreement with his current appearance of being calm and confident. Everyone trembled, and they all kowtowed and cried out for injustice. Their crying voices were loud and loud: "Sir, the young monk was wronged. The young monk didn't know anything."
Han Changmu almost laughed out loud. He had never seen someone so indiscriminate in calling out injustice.
The more this happens, the more guilty you feel.
His expression became more and more terrifying. He kicked the rice particles that rolled all over the floor, and his tone became more and more sinister: "You haven't eaten a bite of this rice?"
The three of them trembled. They didn't understand what Han Changmu meant by asking this question. Even if they understood, they didn't dare to answer casually. If they made a mistake, their lives would be over.
Seeing that the three people were silent, Han Changmu became more and more impatient. He waved his hand and asked He Zhenfu to take the three people out for torture.
The eldest disciple in charge of purchasing in Qinglong Temple was smart and courageous. Seeing that the momentum was not right, he quickly kowtowed and said: "Since, since Guan came in, Master, Master's body has been... It’s not good, this, this meal, always follows the master to eat first, and the junior monks eat last, last.”
Han Changmu frowned and lost interest in continuing to ask. He ordered He Zhenfu to carry Jueming's body to the autopsy room, and asked Sun Ying to do the autopsy. He also asked Yao Yao to pack the food on the ground for inspection and keep it. An internal guard who was good at interrogating the three monks interrogated them and walked out of the prison. Then he arranged for several more internal guards to seal up the kitchen where the prisoners were cooked, and to keep the cook under strict supervision.
It was completely dark, and it was obviously not appropriate to go to Prince An's Mansion at this hour. Han Changmu looked at the dark sky, then went to the autopsy room.
The autopsy room is located in the coldest and most remote courtyard of the Department of Interior Health. It does not see sunlight all year round. Large chunks of ice have been placed in the room for many years. You can feel the ice even eight feet away from the courtyard. The cold air coming out.
Yao Yao carried the leftovers from a food box and followed Han Changmu. She saw a courtyard with gray tiles and white walls in the distance. In the dark dusk, bursts of white cold air hovered over the courtyard. She I shivered.
It's a bit cold here.
Han Changmu strode into the yard, just in time to see He Zhenfu placing Jueming's body on the wooden bed, while Sun Ying, with his hands behind his back, looked at the body seriously.
Hearing the noise, He Zhenfu and Sun Ying hurriedly saluted.
Han Changmu waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "No need, Sun Ying, you come to do the autopsy, Yao Yao, you come to record the autopsy."
The two of them responded, and Yao Yao put down what he was doing and took the test booklet.
Sun Ying looked at Jueming's body and read the autopsy in a coherent manner: "The deceased was male, about fifty years old, about five feet five inches tall, slightly fat."
Yao Yaoti scribbled down the medical records and squinted at the corpse. She calculated it when making clothes. In this dynasty, one foot was equal to about thirty-one centimeters, which means that Jueming was over six meters tall. Well, Not too high.
While she was thinking wildly, Sun Ying's voice came over again: "There was bleeding from the eyes, mouth, nose, and ears of the deceased, and the blood was black."
He reached out and pressed the corpse's cheeks and neck, then took off Jueming's clothes, pressed his chest and stomach, and continued: "The deceased's skin was black, there were no obvious wounds, and there were no signs of strangulation."
Yao Yao raised his head and took a look, writing down the condition of the body in detail on the examination sheet.
Han Changmu was quite embarrassed when he saw the naked body lying there. He took a step forward and stood in front of Yao Yao, blocking her gaze. After Sun Ying finished the inspection, he pulled back the white cloth to cover the body's neck. , then moved to Yao Yao's side, lowered his voice and said: "You don't know how to avoid taboos."
Yao Yao groaned and looked at Han Changmu blankly. She heard a hint of resentment in his words. She was a little confused. Sun Ying's words came again. She didn't have time to think too much about it. The pen continued to record the examination status.
"The deceased's hands were clean, and there was no flesh, blood or other dirt between his fingers. There was no struggle before death." Sun Ying pinched Jueming's hands, looked at them, and couldn't help sighing to herself. These hands were really pampered, except for twisting the beads all the year round. Except for the calluses left on the knuckles, there were no fine lines or thin calluses at all. It looked like hands that were not stained by spring water.
After examining the surface of the body, Sun Ying washed his hands and took out a slender silver needle from the leather bag, which glowed coldly under the light.
He carefully held the needle with two fingers and inserted it into the corpse's neck. Without shaking his hand, he inserted it steadily into the depths of the neck and paused for a moment. Then he slowly pulled it out and looked at the light. The needle has turned black.
This result was expected by Han Changmu. He nodded and asked, "Is he poisoned?"
Sun Ying said: "Yes, sir."
Han Changmu brought the food box over, opened it, and said in a deep voice: "Test this again."
Sun Ying washed her hands again and replaced a silver needle. She inserted it into the food and paused for a moment. When she took it out again, she found that the silver needle had turned black as expected.
He nodded firmly: "Sir, this food is also poisonous."
Han Changmu concentrated for a moment and said, "Check Jueming's chest and abdomen again."
Sun Ying continued to wash his hands, changed a silver needle and repeated the same procedure. When he took it out, he found that as expected, the silver needle also turned black.
Sun Ying placed several silver needles side by side on the white cloth, showed them to Han Changmu, and said steadily: "Sir, the mouth, neck, chest and abdomen of the corpse are poisonous, and the food is also poisonous."
When ordinary people see this scene, they will of course assume that Jueming ate food from the Department of Internal Health and was poisoned and died.
But Han Changmu is not an ordinary person, he is born to think too much. He tilted his head and looked at Jueming's body, thinking about the scene before his death, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Even so, we can't judge whether this person is The poison and the poison in the food are the same kind of poison. In other words, it cannot be concluded that this person was poisoned by eating the food from the Department of Internal Health, nor can it be concluded that the poison was poisoned by someone from the Department of Internal Health."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows, put down his pen, and looked at Han Changmu intently. Even so, it is necessary to be cautious, but this is clear with all the witnesses and material evidence. Any more doubts will only add trouble and artificially create it for yourself. Trouble.
Han Changmu didn't know what Yao Yao was thinking. He just stared at Jueming's body and pursed his lips without saying a word. He didn't say anything about leaving or what he was going to do next. He didn't know what he was waiting for.
Not long after, hurried footsteps were heard outside the small courtyard. It was the internal guards sent to seal the kitchen and interrogate the cook. One of the leaders presented Han Changmu a piece of white cloth, with several identical silver coins placed on the cloth. The difference is that these silver needles have a cold light and have not changed color.
"Sir, the leftover food in the kitchen is not poisonous." The inner guard said solemnly.
Han Changmu nodded without surprise and asked, "What did the cook say?"
The inner guard replied loudly: "He said he knew nothing and was unjustly accused. There were few prisoners in the past two days, and other people in the kitchen were on vacation. Today's evening meal was bought and cooked, and he was the one who was finally sent to prison. Alone, no one else intervened, and no one else was encountered on the road."
With that said, the internal guard handed the cook's confession to Han Changmu and continued calmly: "I have checked the job in detail. This cook is twenty-eight years old and an old man from the Internal Health Department. He has been working in the Internal Health Department for nearly ten years. There has never been anything wrong with the food. He has a son and a daughter. The whole family also lives in the public house behind the Department of Internal Health. The daily interactions are very simple. In the past year, the cook and his family have not come into contact with any other unexpected things. people."
Han Changmu nodded. He didn't think that under the strict and bloody iron rules of the Department of Internal Security, someone would bring a whole family to think about it. This cook must have been framed.
Yao Yao listened for a long time and felt that there would be no such stupid person who would not send his wife and children away in advance if he wanted to poison him.
Looking at Han Changmu's expression, she suddenly felt that his suspicion seemed to be justified. There was poison in the rice and poison in the corpse, but she really couldn't draw an arbitrary conclusion from this. The person who poisoned was someone from the Department of Internal Health. Jueming was poisoned after eating food from the Department of Internal Health.
Han Changmu concentrated for a moment and asked calmly: "Sun Ying, can you tell whether the poison in Jueming and the poison in this meal are the same poison?"
Sun Ying was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, but the results will not come until tomorrow."
