Ji Wanrong conducted a preliminary examination on the body and determined that the body died from blunt force trauma to the top of the head. The deceased suffered from the same disease as Aunt Sun and had been ill for a long time.
The preliminary inspection could only detect so many things for the time being, so Ji Wanrong put the body aside and dug the grave next to it again.
But who would have expected that three or four graves were dug, and none of them were empty. They all contained the bodies of patients. The cause of the disease was the same as the middle-aged man they dug up in front of them. They were also mad.
The cause of death was also the same, all caused by blunt force blow to the top of the head.
Several people looked at the situation in front of them and frowned, panting and looking up at each other.
The situation in front of them was different from what they thought.
"It's so weird!"
"Are the corpses of the villagers all intact inside, untouched?"
"So where does all the human meat that the village eats come from?"
No one could answer Ji Wanrong's question.
After a long silence, Shi Heng's voice slowly came: "Your Highness, King Han, you have a sensitive nose. Come and smell it to see if there are corpses under each grave!"
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, his eyes widened. Although he was a little proud, he still asked without knowing why: "My nose is sensitive?"
"How did you learn about it? Rong'er, did you say that?"
Mo Jiecheng cast his proud eyes on Ji Wanrong.
Ji Wanrong shook his head, but heard Shi Heng's voice again: "Aren't dogs' noses very sensitive? Of course His Highness, King Han, is the same."
Hearing this, the corner of Ji Wanrong's mouth twitched suddenly.
The corners of Mo Jiecheng's originally upward hook drooped in an instant.
"I just recognized those dogs as my younger brothers. I am not a dog myself!"
Ji Wanrong looked up at Shi Heng and couldn't help laughing.
By the time a few people had roughly confirmed that there were people in the coffins and that the bodies had not disappeared, the originally dark sky was already mostly bright.
Seeing that the surrounding villagers were about to wake up one by one, Ji Wanrong and the others could only clean up the mess in front of them to avoid being seen by the villagers.
While Mo Jiecheng and Shi Heng were dealing with the aftermath.
Ji Wanrong took advantage of them not paying attention and put one of the corpses back into the space, planning to dissect the corpse when everyone returned to Xiaoqing's yard and rested.
After she finished placing the body, the weight on her hands suddenly lightened, and she took a relaxed breath. When she raised her head, she saw Mo Jiecheng's deep eyes.
The look in his eyes was so profound that it made my heart tremble.
"...Is Qinghui done?" Shi Heng raised his head and saw the somewhat stiff atmosphere between Mo Jiecheng and Ji Wanrong.
He frowned slightly, took two steps forward curiously, and looked at the coffin at Ji Wanrong's feet.
Ji Wanrong stood silently, but Mo Jiecheng stepped forward and quickly covered the coffin board.
"Okay, just bury the last coffin and everything will be settled."
Ever since, Shi Heng didn't see the empty coffin.
Watching Mo Jiecheng holding a shovel, he buried the mound again bit by bit.
"I think we can come back tomorrow night to conduct autopsies on these corpses to see if we can find out the cause of their illness."
Shi Heng's ideas coincided with Ji Wanrong's, but Ji Wanrong had already put the corpse that needed to be examined back into the space, so there was no need for tomorrow.
When the group returned to the yard before the villagers got up, the sky was just getting bright.
Mo Jiecheng managed to clear out a room that could sleep in the dilapidated yard, and the three of them went to the room to rest.
Ji Wanrong leaned against the corner, closed her eyes, and her mind returned to her familiar space.
The corpse in front of them was the first corpse they encountered when they opened the coffin. It was a middle-aged man in his early forties. His body and torso showed the same symptoms as Aunt Sun. The cause of death was a blunt instrument blow to the head.
Ji Wanrong took a deep breath, put on the protective clothing for dissection, bowed to the corpse, and began to dissect the corpse in front of him.
There is a special reaction in the nerves of this disease, and the cause cannot be found through ordinary examinations. Therefore, we can only use dissection to observe whether there are lesions in various organs and nerves in the body.
Ji Wanrong first started from the patient's lungs to observe whether there were any lesions in the lungs, and then worked upwards little by little to peel off the cocoons.
I don't know how much time passed, but Ji Wanrong didn't make any special discoveries, and there was no special progress in the anatomy.
She then began to dissect the patient's brain, and just when she discovered something suspicious, a loud noise suddenly came to her ears.
In addition to Xiao Qing's panicked shouts, there was also Aunt Sun's weird laughter, which was simply rising in waves.
Ji Wanrong's heart trembled when he heard this, and then he put down the scalpel in his hand and left the space.
When she hurriedly ran to Xiaoqing's house, she saw Aunt Sun, whose sedatives and Baian Pills had expired, struggling like crazy.
Two grown men, Mo Jiecheng and Shi Heng, restrained Aunt Sun's movements and covered Aunt Sun's mouth, while Xiao Qing stood aside helplessly, crying heartbreakingly.
When Ji Wanrong saw this scene, he knew that Aunt Sun's condition had reached an advanced stage and the sedative's lasting effect was no longer as effective as before.
If the cause of the disease is not discovered, I am afraid that there will be no way to save it in the future.
When Ji Wanrong thought of this, he raised his head and glanced at Mojie City.
After Mo Jiecheng and Shi Heng tied up Aunt Sun with ropes, Ji Wanrong injected her with a sedative, then cleaned her mouth and gave her Baian pills.
After doing all this, she hurriedly returned to the space and saw the patient's brain being examined.
After thinking about everything, Ji Wanrong clearly discovered that something was wrong. The nerve fibers in the patient's brain had completely shown vacuolating degeneration, and the cerebral cortex and brainstem showed a special spongy shape.
Ji Wanrong frowned and looked at the situation in front of him, and possibilities immediately came to his mind.
This is transmissible spongiform encephalopathy!
That is, the prions produced by eating human flesh lead to a series of weird conditions, including crazy laughter and limb lesions.
Thinking of this, Ji Wanrong's eyes slowly dimmed.
Before she could examine the patient's cerebral cortex in detail, she heard another noise in the distance.
"Open the door! What happened to Aunt Sun?"
"You quack! Are you willing to kill everyone in Zhuangzi?"
"You're a foreigner, what good can you do? We all heard Aunt Sun's scream just now! It's even worse than before!"
"Do you want to save people or harm people?!"
As soon as the village chief finished speaking, there was a banging on the door outside the yard.
