The westernmost room in the row of shacks was temporarily turned into an inspection room. Four corpses burned to black charcoal were parked in the room. Five ice basins were placed around it. A pale cold air overflowed from the crack in the door. come out.
Yao Yao handed the scroll with the picture of my exit from seclusion to Han Changmu's hand very naturally, and then opened the door.
A wave of cold air hit my face.
It was originally a warm and sunny season, with the sun shining brightly and brightly, but it was inexplicably cold in front of us.
Lan Tiao flinched at the door. When she saw Han Changmu and Yao Yao walking into the room with normal expressions, she followed them in bravely.
Four pieces of clean white cloth were placed on the ground. Four piles of dark, twisted char were spread flat on the white cloth, and only the shape of a human figure could be vaguely seen.
Lan Tiao's scalp felt numb when she saw it. She took two steps back and leaned against the door frame. The corners of her lips squirmed and she couldn't make a sound.
When Sun Ying heard the noise, she raised her head from her hard work, still holding the extremely thin blade in her hand. She glanced at Lan Tiao, whose face was pale, and then turned to Yao Yao and pursed her lips.
Yao Yao blinked meaningfully, with a smile on his face.
Sun Ying raised his eyebrows and saluted Han Changmu: "My lord, there is one last body. Please wait a moment."
Han Changmu nodded and said nothing.
Sun Ying raised his chin towards the desk beside him and said naturally and politely: "Yao Canjun will write down the examination report."
Yao Yao snorted, took the test booklet with his lips curled, filled the pen with ink, and raised his eyes to look at Sun Ying.
Lan Tiao finally calmed down, took a breath, and slowly moved forward. She didn't dare to look but wanted to look, and glanced at the body one by one.
The more I glanced at him, the more frightened I became, and my heart grew colder.
The thin blade cut down from the throat of the charred corpse to the lower abdomen. The charred black on the surface of the corpse fell sparsely, and the dead gray flesh inside tumbled out.
The pitiful few drops of blood seeped out drop by drop from the knife edge, rolling along the charred ravine and onto the white cloth.
The body looked very badly burned on the outside and looked charred, but it was fine on the inside, with normal skin and flesh.
Lan Tiao made a sound of "vomiting", covered her mouth and retreated behind the crowd.
Sun Ying glanced sideways at Lan Tiao, then inserted the long bamboo tweezers into the flesh, separated the cut flesh, and searched carefully inside.
While inspecting, he spoke slowly: "The deceased was in his fifties, five feet one inch tall, and a bit fat."
Yao Yao took notes and quickly glanced at the charred corpse.
At this age, this height, and this body type, he should be Taoist Priest Qing Chen who is most respected and trusted by the saints.
Sun Ying continued: "The corpse was twisted, with both hands and feet in a grasping shape. There was a small amount of food residue in the abdomen." He picked out the food residue and placed it on a brass tray. After carefully distinguishing it, he said: "It's mutton. ."
Han Changmu asked quietly: "Where are the other people?"
Sun Ying said: "The other three people all have a small amount of mutton residue in their abdomens."
Yao Yao quickly wrote it down in the book, sighing secretly in his heart.
It was agreed that Qingxiu would only eat vegetarian food and not eat meat, but the four people who co-authored it were trying to deceive one saint.
Hearing this, Lan Tiao was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Didn't I say that I was in Qingxiu on the day of the accident? Didn't Qingxiu not allow meat to be eaten and could only eat vegetarian food?"
Han Changmu coughed slightly in embarrassment
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He asked, "Are there any signs of poisoning?"
Sun Ying took out a slender silver needle and first probed the copper plate, then the throat, chest and abdominal cavity of the corpse.
The silver needle still glowed coldly when it was pulled out, without changing color at all.
He shook his head and said: "Sir, the deceased showed no signs of poisoning, and the deceased struggled so hard. He must have been conscious before death, and was not drugged or anything like that."
There was silence in the room for a moment, and everyone understood the meaning of these words.
After a moment of silence, Han Changmu lit the other three charred corpses covered with white cloth and asked, "Where are the three of them, are they all the same?"
Sun Ying nodded: "It's the same as what I said to you, sir."
Han Changmu frowned, they were all the same, they were all burned alive.
He had just seen the situation in the Qingxu Hall. The alchemy room was seriously damaged, and the main hall was indeed burned more severely. However, if rescued in time, he would at most be caught in the fire and not die.
Didn't the saint just come out with all his hair and tail intact, not even burning with fire?
Han Changmu lifted the white cloth covering the other three corpses, and saw that these three charred corpses were exactly the same as the one, and they looked like they were struggling violently before death.
He couldn't help but feel a little sad. This kind of death was extremely painful and unbearable, and he didn't know how desperate these people were in the sea of fire.
The white cloth fell down, covering the ferocious and unrecognizable face.
Yao Yao carefully read the written test booklet again, signed it, and handed it to Sun Ying.
Sun Ying took one look at it and smiled: "Yao Shenjun's record of the test was much more regular than my own." After saying that, he put down his name and respectfully handed the test booklet to Han Changmu.
Han Changmu nodded while looking at it, and said with appreciation: "It's really well organized. I'll let Yao join the army to record the next examination."
Sun Ying high-fived and said, "Yes, now I can take my humble job and worry less."
Yao Yao snorted and curled his lips.
They are all the evil exploiting class Huang Shiren! !
With that said, Han Changmu had already finished flipping through the examination booklet, looked at one of the pages, handed the book back to Sun Ying with an unchanged expression, said a few more words, and then left for the inspection.
When she returned to the dormitory, Lan Tiao was already a little panicked. She vaguely felt that what she was looking for was on those people, but she didn't understand the autopsy business at all. She didn't even dare to take a second look, so she had to look blank. Asked Han Changmu: "Sir, we just conducted an autopsy and found no prescription?"
Han Changmu raised his eyelids, sat behind the desk, and said casually: "Miss Lantiao, didn't you see how the four people were burned? Even the flesh was burned to charcoal, how can the paper not be burned to ashes? ?”
Lan Tiao's face darkened inch by inch, and she felt like crying. She bowed and walked out in a daze, thinking about how to report the matter to Xie Huiming so as not to be punished. bone.
After working for a long time, I didn't notice the time. By the time I returned to the hut after the autopsy, it was already past lunch time.
The lunch delivered by the junior eunuch was already cold. Han Changmu asked the internal guard to take the lunch and heat it up. As soon as it was returned and placed on the dining table, the junior eunuch led Cheng Chaoyan in in a hurry.
Cheng Chaoyan closed the door with his backhand and saluted: "Sir."
Han Changmu nodded: "Have you had lunch?"
Cheng Chaoyan said: "I've used it.
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Han Changmu looked at Yao Yao and said, "A Yao, please sit down and talk while eating."
Cheng Chaoyan raised his eyebrows, quite surprised. After calming himself down, he said calmly: "Sir, I found out from my humble position that sixteen years ago, Taoist priest Qing Chen and Taoist priest Qing Yue were originally the outer sect of Yunjin Mountain Dragon and Tiger Temple. Disciple, later there was a fire and Longhu Temple was reduced to ruins. The temple owner and his disciples were all killed and injured, except for two senior brothers, Qing Chen and Qing Yue. They entered Beijing all the way from Jiangnan West Road. Practice in Haotian Temple."
Han Changmu rubbed the bamboo chopsticks and thought: "Seventeen years ago, Qing Chen was in his early thirties, and Qing Yue was only eleven or twelve years old. Qing Yue was young, so let's not talk about it. Then Qing Chen had already passed and stood up. Nian, he is still just an outside disciple, so his qualifications are mediocre, and with such ordinary cultivation, how can Concubine Yang dare to introduce him to a saint?"
Cheng Chaoyan said: "Shortly after Qing and Chen entered Haotian Temple, the saint entered the capital. At that time," she hesitated, "the world was in chaos at that time, and the Taoist priests in Haotian Temple were either dead or In the end, only Qing Chen and Qing Chen were left. It is said that life was very difficult for a while. Later, they met a noble man, and the popularity of Haotian Temple gradually became more prosperous. As for how Little Concubine Yang met Qing Chen The two men and the reason why they were recommended to the saint have not yet been found out."
Han Changmu sneered: "These two people are really lucky. They were the only two people left alive in a fire. Seventeen years ago, when the smoke was everywhere and the war was raging, they were able to travel smoothly from Jiangnan West Road. After entering the capital, he also occupied the magpie's nest and forced all the Taoist priests in Haotian Temple to leave."
Yao Yao suddenly raised his head and was astonished: "Your Majesty, you mean that Haotian Temple was occupied by them?"
Han Changmu squinted his eyes and said, "Nine times out of ten, that noble person is probably Concubine Yang."
Cheng Chaoyan wondered: "Sir, it was too chaotic seventeen years ago, and many things can no longer be investigated."
Han Changmu took two mouthfuls of rice and thought as he ate, "Let's put aside the origins of these two people for now. You can carefully check how these two people met Little Concubine Yang, and how they were introduced to the saint. . These two people entered the palace only in the past three or two years. There are many people and many things, and they should not be covered up."
Cheng Chaoyan asked tentatively: "Sir, can you find out what the saint said and where these two people came from?"
Han Changmu shook his head: "Little Concubine Yang's love for the saint is strong. If I ask the saint, it is equivalent to asking Little Concubine Yang directly. There is no solid evidence now, so it is difficult to alert the snake."
Yao Yao said thoughtfully: "Even if I ask about Concubine Yang, she can evade it completely.
Han Changmu rubbed his brows and said softly: "Mr. Cheng Qi, in addition to investigating this matter, your people also keep an eye on Wang Cong and Xia Yuanji. I think they should be here in the next few days." Something needs to be done.”
Cheng Chaoyan should claim: "I will resign from my humble position first."
Han Changmu nodded.
Not long after, Sun Ying pushed the door open, saluted, and took out a neatly folded white handkerchief from his sleeve: "Sir, the things are right here."
Yao Yao also saw the record on the examination report, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this what was found in Qing Yue's belly?"
Sun Ying nodded, put the handkerchief on the desk, and opened it layer by layer, only to see a light red ball inside, only the size of a cherry. And this light red color, I don't know if it is the color of the ball itself or the color of Qing Yue. His belly was stained with blood.
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