Ever since Baocheng walked into this room, Sun Ying had been staring at him as if he were facing a formidable enemy, with a look of caution on his face.
He remembered that this person, this person, had repeatedly tried to steal his job. Could it be that this person was also extremely talented in autopsy and was determined to make a name for himself in this profession?
Bao Cheng didn't know that his repeated appearances had aroused great dissatisfaction from Sun Ying. He stared at the body with some fear.
She was obviously a beauty, but no matter how charming she was, it was only when she was alive. After death, the beauty was just a cold, not very pretty corpse.
He rubbed his hands to hide the fear in his heart: "Well, Mr. Han, can you not watch it?"
Han Changmu looked at Bao Cheng like he was an idiot, and said three words expressionlessly: "No."
Bao Cheng choked, and the figure under the dim light moved forward with difficulty, one step at a time, trying to make the two-step journey last forever.
At this moment, an old and cold voice sounded outside the door: "Young Envoy Han, the people in my room, the Young Envoy must give me an explanation."
This voice was like the sound of nature. Hearing this, Bao Cheng immediately stopped his steps and hid in the shadows without leaving a trace. He curled up his neck and slumped down, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.
Yao Yao did the same thing as him, even shrinking even harder than him.
He turned around and looked at Yao Yao in surprise.
Yao Yao lowered his eyes without even raising his head.
As a qualified death guard, she should not appear in front of any important officials in the court or leave an impression.
She knew that Mr. Jiang Ge was as meticulous as his hair and had a superhuman memory, which could be called a photographic memory.
Jiang Shen walked into the room with extremely powerful steps, and the dim light shone on his face. The old man, who was over fifty years old, was still energetic, with bright eyes. He was always looking at people, as if he could tell with just one glance. See through people's hearts.
Han Changmu saluted Jiang Shen very politely: "Mr. Ge."
There was a faint smile on Jiang Shen's face, but there was a strong and unflappable look on his face. He nodded slightly and pointed at the Huancui on the ground. He did not show much sadness, only a moment of trance: " Mr. Han, please tell me what is going on here?"
Han Changmu nodded: "Yes, it is time to give the boss an explanation."
He stretched out his hand and said, "Lord Pavilion, why don't you move to the flower hall?"
Jiang Shen snorted: "This is my mansion. I am more familiar with this pavilion than the Major Envoy, so I don't need the Lesser Envoy's advice." His voice became colder and disdainful: "Just say it here, that's it. Tell the people in my room, I want to hear it, what kind of reasoning can Young Master Han tell?"
Faced with Jiang Shen's condescending attitude, Han Changmu did not get angry or panic. He calmly asked Jiang Shen to sit at the top and explained everything in detail without being condescending or condescending.
After Jiang Shen heard this, his face was gloomy and he was calm for a long time, and then he sneered again: "Young Ambassador Han, do you mean Huancui deserves to die?"
Bao Cheng clicked his tongue, lowered his voice and muttered: "As expected of a pavilion elder, his thinking is quite divergent and he can make connections."
Yao Yao hurriedly poked Bao Cheng gently, and his voice was lower than his voice: "They are all thousand-year-old foxes. This is not a good show."
The two of them were muttering to each other, and Leng Linjiang moved to Yao Yao calmly.
People around him also whispered: "They are all nine-tailed foxes who have become spirits. Who can beat whom back to their original form?"
The three people were whispering animatedly, but Han Changmu and Jiang Shen were exchanging sharp glances, which developed into a verbal exchange.
Han Changmu said calmly: "Lord Pavilion, whether this person should die or not is not something that the official can decide, but the truth. Now that the truth is not clear, the official is not good at drawing conclusions."
Jiang Shen's eyes narrowed, and when he met Han Changmu's clear and transparent eyes and his calm expression, he immediately felt that he had met his opponent. This person has such determination at such a young age. Given time, he will definitely grow into a An important minister who cannot be underestimated in the court.
However, he then thought about Han Changmu's background, and couldn't help but feel a little pity. With such a background, it would be difficult for him to make achievements in the officialdom and have a place in the court.
His tone involuntarily became a little gentler, less cold, and still proud: "So, according to what Major Envoy Han said, how can we reveal the truth and how can we judge whether Huancui deserves to die!!"
At this point, Jiang Shen's words suddenly became heavy and painful. Although he still didn't look at Huancui, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he couldn't let go of her death.
Han Changmu's expression remained unchanged, and he still said two words calmly: "Autopsy."
These two words struck Jiang Shen on the head like a bolt from the blue.
Leng Linjiang wanted to cover his face.
Jiuchao, can you please speak tactfully to this stubborn old man? You still have to pretend.
Jiang Shen was stunned for a cup of tea before he came back to his senses with a gloomy face and looked him up and down several times.
Just when everyone thought he would resolutely refuse, he actually looked at Huancui's body and calmly uttered two words: "Let's do an autopsy."
Everyone was stunned.
After Jiang Shen said these two words, he left without giving these people any chance to react.
Han Changmu looked at Jiang Shen who walked into the night, and said quietly: "With the result, I will come over and inform the boss."
Jiang Shen's figure paused fiercely, facing the night wind, and walked away without looking back. The boy next to him held a lamp, and the round halo of light fell under his feet, swaying slowly step by step.
The room fell silent. Sun Ying, who had been keeping his head down, raised his head and asked nonchalantly: "Sir, do you want to do a dissection?"
Han Changmu turned around and saw the knife in Sun Ying's hand at a glance. The cold light on the blade was sharper than before, perhaps because he drank too much human blood.
He glanced at the knife and pointed back at Bao Cheng: "Let him come first."
Bao Cheng staggered.
Even though I tried to hide and hide, I still couldn't escape.
Sun Ying glared at Bao Cheng angrily.
Why, why should a piece of black coal come to snatch his job? This is his housekeeping skill.
Seeing that Bao Cheng didn't move for a long time, Han Changmu raised his voice and said "hmm" softly.
Bao Cheng walked over bravely, took a look at the cold corpse on the ground, and secretly calculated in his heart that this was the first dead person he had touched.
This time, Bao Cheng did not cast the spell rashly. Instead, he boldly checked Huancui's mouth and nose and found something wrong.
Sun Ying added next to him: "This person had very little bleeding and no external injuries on his body."
After saying that, he stared at Bao Cheng with burning eyes, wanting to see if Bao Cheng could detect anything new.
Bao Cheng made a low sound and began to press down carefully from the top of Huancui's head. His hands pressed down along the meridians little by little, pressing down on the arms and then on the back and legs.
After pressing the button for a long time, he suddenly raised his head and asked Sun Ying: "Sun Wuzuo, how long has this person been dead?"
Sun Ying said: "Based on the time it took for the internal guards to deliver meals, it should have been two hours, but judging from the stiffness of the corpse, it doesn't look like two hours."
Bao Cheng nodded and continued to press down unhurriedly. When he reached the sole of the foot, his hand paused slightly and let out a light sigh.
Sun Ying hurriedly looked over, took a look, and said, "There are no wounds here. I just checked carefully."
Bao Cheng nodded and said: "There is indeed no wound, but there is something wrong."
Sun Ying was surprised, looking at that smooth and round foot, quite unbelievable.
Bao Cheng didn't explain much. He gently touched the soles of his feet with his fingers. Suddenly, silver light flashed on his hand, and a slender silver needle was inserted into it.
The silver needle pierced the sole of the foot, and blood immediately poured out.
Bao Cheng pulled out the silver needle and brought out a string of bright red blood beads. He quickly took the small glass cup that had been prepared next to him and blocked the place where the blood fell.
Sun Ying's eyes widened and he shook his head: "This, this, this is impossible. The bleeding from the mouth and nose of the deceased has dried up, how can the blood in the body still be bright red? This, this is unbelievable. ."
The blood flowed out endlessly, like a spring, and soon filled the entire glass cup.
When a small cup was full, Bao Cheng took another one.
There was movement here, and Han Changmu also came around. Looking at the blood, he felt unbelievable: "Lingtong, is she also bewitched?"
Bao Cheng nodded: "Looking at the situation, it should be so." He raised his eyes and glanced at Yao Yao: "It should be the same kind of poison as the poison in A Yao."
Han Changmu's heart skipped a beat. The same person who had been affected by the poison had not appeared in so many days. He thought that the people behind him had died down, or that Huo Zhen was too busy to take care of himself. Unexpectedly, before he could completely relax, another person was affected by the poison. man of.
Blood gurgled out, and after filling the third glass cup, a bright red Gu worm swam out in the blood.
If the first time he saw this bug, Sun Ying would have thought it was a coincidence, but the second time he saw it, he had to admit that this piece of black charcoal indeed had some extraordinary abilities. Things in this world, Sure enough, there are things that an autopsy cannot solve.
He stared at the Gu worm intently and said calmly: "My lord, I'm humble, look at this worm. It's exactly the same as the worm taken out of Song Huaide's collarbone."
Bao Cheng nodded and took out a knife: "Not only that, it's exactly the same as the Gu worm taken out of A Yao's body."
Sun Ying's expression suddenly changed, she jumped away quickly, looked at Yao Yao with ghostly eyes, and said with a tongue-tied mouth: "This, that, this, people who have been poisoned, aren't they all dead? Ah, Yao, Yao joins the army, you, you are."
Yao Yao suddenly felt bad taste in her heart, her almond-shaped eyes were as crescent-shaped, and she said with a smile: "Yes, I am dead. What you see now is my ghost." As she said that, she made a fierce look. The man-eating appearance frightened Sun Ying so much that he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
