The four words "Mengdu County Office" are written in a golden and iron horse style. Just hanging above the head makes people feel a kind of heavenly power that cannot be blasphemed.
Lu Anran looked up and walked forward, but as expected, he asked the government officials on both sides to stop him.
"You are not allowed to enter the important place of the county government. Please leave quickly." The government servant on the left is tall and has a dark face. His face has been beaten by the wind and sand, adding a touch of majesty. His voice is thick and powerful, and ordinary people can't help but feel afraid after hearing it. fear.
Lu Anran didn't say much nonsense and said directly: "I want to see the county magistrate."
Most people only respectfully call him "Master Zhixian", but this woman softly said the word "Yu Zhixian" in her tone, and it was more like calling her a subordinate.
Although a strange feeling flashed through the mind of the Yamen servant, he remained still and said: "You can see the magistrate if you want. If you have any grievances, just beat the drum. Don't make trouble here."
Besides, today the female prisoner who killed her husband will be burned at three quarters noon. It is now four quarters, less than an hour before the execution, and the county magistrate will probably be there long ago.
Lu Anran lowered his eyes, and when the yamen officer thought she was about to give up and leave, he took out something and threw it over, with a hint of doubt in his tone, "Yu Zhixian said that the last case was suspicious, and he clearly asked me to come for the autopsy today."
"Are you a doctor?" The two government officials looked at each other and said in disbelief, "Where can there be such a young doctor?"
Besides, she's still a little girl.
Lu Anran raised his chin, "Is the thing in your hand fake?"
"...It's true."
"So please lead the way."
The yamen servant looked around at the small token in his hand, convinced that it was a tacit sign issued by the yamen.
Due to the lowly position and meager income of a widower, there was no dedicated person in Mengdu City to take the job. Usually, a doctor in the city would be hired to perform an autopsy on his behalf when a murder occurred, and the token would be used as the criterion.
If it weren't for the fact that these two government officials were relatively junior, Lu Anran wouldn't have been able to sneak into the county government office so quickly, but the main reason was thanks to the token he got from the old man.
Lu Anran was used to the old man having strange things in his hands, but he still didn't know if he was a picker of rags. He had everything.
The so-called autopsy room is nothing more than a dilapidated small house, located in the north and shaded, and divided into several rooms. I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I always feel that there seems to be a cold air hanging there all year round.
The burly government servant followed Lu Anran to the door, stretched out one foot, and with a 'bang' sound, the door panel hit his nose directly. The man bleeds but does not shed tears, and two lines of hot tears flowed from his eyes.
It really hurts!
"I don't like people watching during the autopsy." The woman's clear voice floated out through the crack of the door, dispelling the government servant's urge to kick the door.
Most importantly, the government officials were afraid of the corpse inside.
There were three corpses placed in the room. Lu Anran lifted the white cloth one by one, and there was an old woman, a middle-aged man with unshaven beard, and the remaining young man at the end, who was in his late teens, well, it was him.
She took off the curtain hat, took out a pair of deerskin gloves from her waist and put it on. She opened the head of the corpse to look at the appearance first, then opened the eyes, then supported the head of the corpse with her hand, opened the mouth with the other hand, and lowered her head. He looked at it for a long time, even using his fingers to spread the tongue coating and look around the gums.
Then, he pressed his fingers on the body's vital organs, and after making sure there were no other fatal injuries, his eyes flashed with thought.
"If that's the case, then this has to be it." Lu Anran muttered to himself and pulled something out of his sleeve.
The cold light flashed, the silver light was like the biting cold wind blowing, and another unknown chill fell in the ghostly autopsy room.
The yamen waiter waited outside for half an hour, looking at the door panel several times to reach out, and finally endured it, but there was no movement at all.
He murmured in his mind, maybe the little girl was frightened and fainted by calling the corpse.
"Forget it, let's go take a look." The yamen officer raised his hand and used great strength. Unexpectedly, the door opened just in time, and he ran straight in and rolled towards the ground.
Before she could stand up while holding her butt, the woman's clear voice came from above, "Where is the evidence room?"
"Ah?" You are just a little doctor acting as a coward, using yourself as a spy.
"I just dissected the body." Lu Anran said.
The officer was stunned.
Lu Anran continued: "Maybe the dissection was wrong, but it was just a big hole in the stomach. I did a good job of sewing it up."
Yamen: "..." Is the focus on the suture issue?
"Take the evidence and take me to see Magistrate Ye." As Lu Anran spoke, he flicked the tip of his tongue and spoke calmly and calmly, word by word, and slowly spit out four words: "negative, Jing, please, sin."
