Han Changmu said calmly: "It doesn't matter, just check it out."
Sun Yingying claimed yes, turned around and prepared to go.
Han Changmu walked around the corpse, picked up Jueming's clothes, and turned them over carefully.
The light gray monk's robe is extremely ordinary, and the edges of the robe have been washed until they turn white and fluffy, which shows that Jueming is very frugal in his daily life.
The monk's clothes were stained with black and purple blood. They were half dry and a bit hard. Han Changmu stretched out his hand and crushed it. There was some residual blood on his fingers. He sniffed lightly, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he said to Yao Yao: " Bring a bowl with some water."
Yao Yao followed his words and quickly took a bowl of water and placed it in front of Han Changmu.
She thought Han Changmu was going to wash his hands, but unexpectedly he took out a dagger, cut off the blood-stained material from the monk's clothes, and threw it into the bowl.
When the clothes were soaked in water, only dots of red oozed out at first. After the half-dried blood clots soaked away, the faint red swirled and condensed, turning into strands of scarlet, floating in the water.
After a while, all the blood on the clothes melted into the water, and the bowl of water turned into scarlet blood.
Han Changmu took out the clothing material and threw it aside, took out a small bottle, knocked a pill into the water, and then slowly shook the bowl.
Yao Yao stared intently, having the illusion that this man was going to drain the bowl of blood in one second.
In the end, Han Changmu did not follow Yao Yao's wish and did not drink up the bowl of blood. He just shook the bowl gently, and the scarlet blood swirled, and a wisp of black color emerged from the middle of the vortex.
The wisp of blackness was like a living thing, twisting in the water, but with a ripple of water, the wisp of blackness dispersed again.
The appearance of this black wisp was like a drop of water falling into a hot oil pan. The blood in the bowl exploded with crackling, hot steam rose from the mouth of the bowl, and even a few bits of blood splashed out and sprinkled on On the cold ground, there was a chirp, and a wisp of white smoke rose up and slowly dissipated.
Seeing this change in the water, Yao Yao's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Sir, these blood plums are indeed poisonous."
Han Changmu washed his hands slowly, looked up at Yao Yao, and said calmly: "It's not poison, it's poison."
Yao Yao's hand holding the bowl shook and he almost spilled the blood. He immediately put the bowl down and washed his hands desperately.
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao again, with a smile hidden in his eyes, but his expression was still calm: "You can eat this poison, it's fine if you touch it."
Yao Yao noticed that Han Changmu was laughing at her and gritted his teeth: "So, this Jueming died from the poison?"
Han Changmu slowly wiped away the water stains on his hands. There was no expression on his face and he did not say anything conclusive. He was still cautious as usual: "We still have to see the results of Sun Ying's drug test."
Yao Yao curled his lips, being too cautious and panicking from exhaustion.
She changed the subject: "Sir, Jueming has been poisoned and wants to kill him. There is no need to poison him. Is it possible that the person who did this is using a cover-up trick to make us think that Jueming died?" poisoning, and then try their best to trace the origin of the poison and the person who poisoned it. Perhaps the so-called poisoner is the scapegoat they introduced. "
Han Changmu glanced back at Jueming's body again, his eyes flickered, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Perhaps this bowl of rice is not only to remove the scapegoat, but also to preserve Jueming's body."
"Corpse?" Yao Yao was stunned for a moment. There wouldn't be any human specimens in this era. Why would you need a corpse? Unless, she narrowed her eyes and said, "Sir, the person who did it wanted to keep Jueming's corpse. Could it be because of this corpse?" Is there something important on you that you are afraid of being discovered by us?"
Han Changmu's eyebrows furrowed silently, and he suddenly remembered Jue Ming's last action before he died. He squeezed his hand tightly and patted his stomach twice.
His face darkened slightly, and he suddenly raised his voice: "Sun Ying, have a caesarean section."
Sun Ying trembled, turned around, and repeated in confusion: "Sir, do you mean caesarean section?"
Han Changmu nodded heavily.
Sun Ying sighed helplessly, opened the small wooden box, and looked for the handy tool.
Yao Yao looked at Jueming's body and heard Jueming's weight during the autopsy just now. He felt that Sun Ying should find a knife with a longer blade.
At this moment, He Zhenfu hurriedly came over to reply, bowing and saying: "Sir, the three monks in the prison have been interrogated, and there is no suspicion of poisoning."
Han Changmu nodded slightly. He had not expected to find anything on these three monks. After all, when they were put into prison, they were all searched, even their back molars and fingernails were searched carefully. I have seen that after coming in, I was starved for two days and emptied my abdomen. I couldn't even hide a needle in my body, let alone some poison.
Poisoning, hum, even strangling him with his waistband is easier than poisoning.
Han Changmu didn't say anything, his face was worried, and He Zhenfu was wise enough to say nothing more.
It was easy to get a clue, but the person died without saying a word. God, he must have been sleeping in the past few days.
In the silence, Sun Ying had already walked to the body with the knife for disembowelment.
The blade of the knife was longer than ordinary blades, and the blade was as thin as a cicada's wings. It looked very fragile, as if it would curl when touched by hand.
He tied a face towel around his mouth and nose before pulling away the white cloth on the body. The body was not rotten. He did this obviously to prepare for the moment when the abdomen was disembowelled, and the accumulated blood in the abdomen would spurt out and splash on his face. .
The other three people also tied a face towel before gathering together.
Sun Ying held her breath and looked prepared. She clenched the knife tightly in her hand, and the blade of the knife fell with a cold light on the neck of the corpse.
Only a slight pop was heard, and the tip of the knife sank into the skin.
Black-purple blood beads squeezed out from the blade, and bit by bit penetrated the gray-white skin with black spots, which looked extremely weird.
Perhaps the knife penetrated too shallowly, and the skin and flesh were not completely cut open, and the blood did not spurt out, but was squeezed out bit by bit, tremblingly.
Sun Ying was an excellent puppeteer. His hands were steady and his mind was calm, and he was focused on nothing when doing things. The knife in his hand did not move, and he cut open the dark flesh.
The moment the soft flesh was separated, black and purple blood suddenly surged out. The amount of blood was not large, but the force of the surge was extremely fierce. If everyone had not been prepared, they would have been caught off guard by the blood. Sprayed all over his face.
But even so, even if everyone took a few steps back, their clothes were inevitably splattered with blood.
Han Changmu and the other three could take a few steps back, but Sun Ying could not retreat at all. He let the blood spurt out and splash on his scarf and robes. His hands were also stained with blood, but the knife was not there, and he lowered it heavily.
It was cut all the way to the lower abdomen of the corpse, and the entire upper body was completely cut open.
For a moment, the smell of blood surged in the small autopsy room.
Although the door of the autopsy room was wide open and the slightly cold night wind blew by, it did not reduce the nauseating smell of blood.
Sun Ying didn't know why Han Changmu wanted to do a caesarean section, but he couldn't just do it and ignore it. He raised his eyes and glanced at Yao Yao.
Yao Yao understood, and immediately went to get the test booklet and pen and ink, and stood aside, waiting for Sun Ying to sing the test.
Sun Ying rubbed a pair of bloody hands in an invisible place, and then took out a similarly bloody and limp object. He looked around, but there was no place to put it.
Han Changmu stared at He Zhenfu thoughtfully.
He Zhenfu sighed and took a stack of copper plates from the cabinet nearby. Seeing Sun Ying put the thing on the copper plates, he couldn't bear to look straight and turned his head and glanced at it from the corner of his eye. I was so overwhelmed that I almost vomited.
He had never done anything so disgusting in his life.
Sun Yingcai didn't have time to feel sorry for He Zhenfu, so he asked him to hold the copper plate steady, cut open the thing with a knife, looked through it for a while, and said in a deep voice: "The stomach is not hurt." He thought for a while, then turned around He went to take the silver needle and tried it inside. He let out a slight sigh and said with a puzzled face: "It's edible but it's not poisonous."
Yao Yao finished his meal and looked up at Sun Ying. Could it be that there was no poison in the rice Jueming ate?
Han Changmu also looked thoughtful, but did not speak.
Sun Ying followed the same method and tested other things one after another, but no poison was found.
Yao Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Now he was in trouble. The food was not poisoned, but the blood was poisonous.
Sun Ying was also puzzled. He lay on the body and examined it carefully. His head was so low that he almost plunged into the torn abdomen.
Yao Yao tilted his head, this man is a workaholic, so perverted.
Suddenly, Sun Ying let out a soft sigh, and took the knife and moved it towards the gap between the flesh and skin.
The three of them also became curious and gathered around.
He Zhenfu pinched his nose and asked, "Sun Wuzuo, what's in this."
Sun Ying shook his head: "It's hard to say, but it's definitely not meat."
Yao Yao lowered her eyes and saw that the cut flesh showed a little light, which was obviously a foreign object. She frowned slightly, wondering how the foreign object was put in.
After concentrating hard, Sun Ying had already cut open the piece of flesh, but the foreign object was embedded inside, very deep. He turned around and said: "Bring over the little scissors, the smallest one."
He Zhenfu hurriedly rummaged through the small box and brought over a small pair of scissors no bigger than a finger.
Sun Ying inserted the scissors into the flesh, clamped the foreign object, slowly took it out, and placed it in a copper plate.
The foreign object was the size of an index finger. It was unknown how long it had been in Jueming's body, but it actually grew together with the flesh. When it was taken out, a lot of pieces of meat came out.
Sun Ying cleaned it up and rinsed away the blood and minced meat before taking it over to Han Changmu for inspection.
This thing looks like jade but not jade. Although it has been left in Jueming's body for a long time, the blood color has not penetrated at all, and it is still white and translucent.
Yao Yao also followed her and took a look. With just one glance, her expression changed and her body trembled slightly.
This thing looks like a small jade hairpin. The tail of the hairpin is long and slender, with high and low undulations. The turning points are either rounded or sharp. It looks like it was deliberately made to look like mountain waves.
