Bao Cheng was a little scared at first, but when he was glared at by Sun Ying's insidious eyes, he shivered even more. He was about to give up and give up, but then a chill ran down his spine. He looked up and saw Han Changmu, who could kill people. Eye knife.
He immediately swallowed the words "I quit" hard. His whole body was shaking like a leaf in the wind, and he trembled: "Everything, everything, is ready."
The few people had just finished their discussion when there was a loud banging sound from the tomb. He Zhenfu hurried to see it. It turned out that the guards had dug up the tomb chamber and exposed one end of the coffin.
The coffin was ordinary, wiped clean of dust, and the exposed black paint was still shining.
Han Changmu raised his head and glanced at Song Ying from a distance. The moment the coffin was dug out, his pupils shrank, but it was not the heartache of his son who was sleeping underground being disturbed, but a slight fear and alertness. , and in a flash he glanced at the guards stationed around him, who then clenched their knives.
Han Changmu lowered his head, hiding the slight sneer on his lips.
After digging out the tomb chamber, the rest of the process will be much smoother. The guards are not afraid of causing much damage to the tomb. They just need to dig out the coffin completely. Without any worries, the speed will be faster.
The entire coffin was exposed, and the guards rushed forward, lifted the coffin out and placed it on the ground, prying the coffin nails with clanking sounds.
Not long after, the coffin panels were successfully dismantled.
The dust sprayed out with the smell of decay. Even though the guards' faces were covered with thick towels, they could not completely block the fuming dust. Some of them coughed non-stop and retreated several times in succession. step.
The moment the coffin was opened, Bao Chengao jumped out with a loud voice, took out dozens of yellow and orange talisman papers from his sleeves, slapped them all on his body, and kept mumbling. He muttered: "It's not me. It has nothing to do with me. It's them who drove it. Go look for them, don't look for me."
After the dust on the coffin had cleared away, Song Ying also walked over, but he only glanced at it, then turned away and stopped looking.
Seeing Bao Cheng's appearance, Han Changmu laughed angrily. He pulled him over, held down his head and pressed it on the edge of the coffin. He sneered expressionlessly: "Mr. Bao, you can start the autopsy. Yet?"
The body in the coffin had begun to rot, and corpse insects were crawling among the intact clothes. The whole person was beyond recognition. No wonder Song Ying couldn't stand it after just one glance.
After saying that, Han Changmu reached out and covered Bao Cheng's mouth tightly, fearing that he would not be able to restrain himself and vomit into the coffin.
Bao Cheng originally wanted to vomit, but he struggled and found that he couldn't move away. His head was pressed tightly against the mouth of the coffin, and his eyes inevitably looked at the unsightly body.
He was so frightened that he forgot to struggle, howl and vomit. He stared blankly inside. After seeing too much, his eyes were dazzled and he no longer felt sick.
Yao Yao finally met a fellow countryman in this world, and it was a shame that he was so frightened that he went crazy. She hurried over to help him out, and said to Han Changmu with a smile: "Sir, why don't you let Sun Wu do the experiment? ."
Han Changmu pinched Bao Cheng's collar and could feel him shaking violently. He was afraid that he would scare him out of harm's way and make it difficult to explain to the Bao family later, so he turned around and called Sun Ying: "Sun Wu Zuo, You know it a priori.”
Hearing this, Bao Cheng felt like he was being pardoned and breathed a long sigh of relief. But before he could feel relieved, another bolt from the blue struck him.
Han Changmu said to him with a half-smile, "You are watching from the side."
Bao Chengheng was so miserable that he was pressed beside the coffin involuntarily. Watching Sun Ying's autopsy, he secretly cursed, how could anyone like to do this job.
Sun Ying stripped off the clothes outside the body, tried it with a silver needle first, and then said: "The deceased showed no signs of poisoning."
Yao Yao followed behind and made a note on the examination form.
Sun Ying examined carefully, and finally used a thin blade to cut open the rotten chest and abdomen.
Sun Ying explained clearly the time when Song Huaide was killed, whether he had suffered any trauma, how many bones he had broken, and the general situation before his death. But when he mentioned the cause of death, he stopped and hesitated. Decide.
Han Changmu asked quietly: "What's wrong? Is there anything abnormal?"
Sun Ying said: "The body is in a state of bleeding to death. However, I did not find any large bleeding wounds on the body. The internal organs were not severely damaged and did not rupture and bleed a lot, but they were still in a state of bleeding." He paused slightly. He whispered with some shame: "You are humble and incompetent in your position, unable to detect the cause of death of the deceased."
Han Changmu frowned. He was not surprised by this result, but when he heard Sun Ying say this, he still couldn't hide his disappointment. It seemed that ordinary autopsy methods could not determine the cause of Song Huaide's death.
He glanced at Bao Cheng, did he really want this scared half-crazy person to give it a try and then be scared completely crazy again?
Thinking of this, he found that Bao Cheng had stopped shaking and thought to himself, maybe he fainted from fright. He hurriedly pulled Bao Cheng's collar and was sure to hear Bao Cheng let out a light sigh and trembled his fingers. Pointing to the inside of the coffin.
Han Changmu followed Bao Cheng's hand and looked over. He didn't see anything wrong. He asked doubtfully, "What's wrong? If you have anything to say, just say it."
It's not that Bao Cheng didn't want to say it, but that he couldn't. His lips were shaking so much that he couldn't say a complete sentence.
Yao Yao came over, looked at the corners of Bao Cheng's pursed lips, and asked tentatively: "Is there something wrong with that place?"
Bao Cheng nodded quickly.
The area where Bao Cheng's finger was located was just below the collarbone. It was originally covered by clothes and could not be seen inside. However, Sun Ying peeled off all the outer clothes during the autopsy, and Bao Cheng noticed it only then.
Yao Yao looked there suspiciously and found that there were corpse bugs crawling everywhere nearby, but that place was clean, as if these disgusting corpse bugs were afraid of something, so they all crawled around there.
Therefore, the skin and flesh there are the most complete, and show a different color from the carrion next to it. The original color of the skin and flesh has a faint greenish-white color, and the sunlight falls on it, making it vaguely transparent.
Bao Cheng finally returned to his senses, his lips no longer trembled, but his voice was still a little shaky, and he said weakly: "The problem there is not with the flesh, but with the bones."
Sun Ying immediately understood and used a thin blade to cut open the strange piece of flesh, exposing the collarbone.
The cut bone was a normal white bone color, nothing abnormal at all.
But Bao Cheng's face darkened, and he squinted his eyes and said firmly: "Major Ambassador Han, I am sure that there is something wrong with the bone. However," he looked around and lowered his voice: "The place here is not suitable, and there is nothing I can do about it." Can you cast a spell and take away this bone?"
Han Changmu looked at Bao Cheng in surprise.
Bao Cheng looked at Han Changmu with a calm expression, but the sweat on his forehead still betrayed the fear in his heart.
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows slightly at Yao Yao.
Yao Yao pursed his lips and smiled, and together with Sun Ying, he took out the clavicle completely. He blocked the movement of his hand with one side of his body. When he turned around calmly, there was no trace of the clavicle, and he did not alarm anyone at all. .
She slowly put on the clothes on the corpse, covering up the missing collarbone, and nodded towards Han Changmu.
Han Changmu let go of Bao Cheng, walked quickly towards Song Ying, and bowed politely: "Master Song, I have already experienced this. I wonder if Master Song still wants to see Mr. Ling's body."
Song Ying seemed to be very afraid of the coffin. She waved her hands repeatedly and blurted out: "No need, Major Ambassador Han can just ask someone to restore the coffin and tomb."
Han Changmu's pupils shrank, filled with endless coldness, but in the end he didn't say anything more. He just thanked him again and ordered the guards to seal the coffin.
Seeing the coffin being reburied little by little with the grave soil and the green bricks being built up, Song Ying hurriedly urged Han Changmu and his party to return to the city together.
After leaving on Zhuque Street, Han Changmu and his party went straight into the Department of Internal Health. According to Bao Cheng's request, they chose the place with the heaviest cold air for the method. After picking and choosing, only the autopsy room of the Department of Internal Health was the most suitable. .
Bao Cheng sighed. It seemed that he was inseparable from the autopsy this time.
Yao Yao put the clavicle she got on the white porcelain tray. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she just felt that the clavicle had a little more blood than when she just took it out. When she looked at it again, the blood was shining. But it disappeared again.
She was a little dazed for a moment and shook her head hard.
Han Changmu was surprised, knocked Yao Yao on the forehead, and said with a smile: "What's wrong, are you scared too?"
Yao Yao snorted and changed the topic: "Sir, do you think Song Ying's attitude is strange?"
Han Changmu suddenly stopped smiling and said with a solemn expression: "It's very strange. Even if Song Huaide didn't live up to expectations when he was alive and died unbearably, he shouldn't be so cold. After all, he is his own flesh and blood, but he refuses to take another look. That's all, but there is still a faint look of fear, his own flesh and blood, what is he afraid of? Is he afraid that Song Huaide will turn into a ghost and find him?"
Yao Yao shook his head: "Song Huaide turned into a ghost, so he should go find his killer."
He Zhenfu brought cinnamon twig water and asked Yao Yaohuan to wash his hands. When he heard this, he said, "Could Song Huaide's death have something to do with Song Ying, or Song Ying connived at people to attack Song Huaide, so he would be afraid."
Yao Yao frowned: "Couldn't Song Ying kill Song Huaide with her own hands?"
He Zhenfu was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief: "This is impossible, tiger poison cannot eat its seeds. Besides, Song Ying is still a court official. If he really does this, his career will be over."
Yao Yao sighed: "Mr. He, it is true that tigers are poisonous and do not eat their seeds, but when people's hearts are vicious, they are thousands of times more poisonous than tigers. Otherwise, how could the ancients eat their seeds?"
He Zhenfu opened his mouth, but still refused to believe it: "Isn't that the year of disaster? Now is the age of peace and prosperity. What could happen to force a father to kill his own son?"
Han Changmu was quiet for a moment, then nodded and said, "I also think Song Ying should know something inside, but he can't do such a thing as killing his son."
