Even if Gongsun Zhuoyu handled the autopsy, he had never encountered such an evil thing. He was rarely taken aback, reacted and ran out in a hurry, who would have thought to collide with Wen Zhongqing, who was chasing after him.
"Hey hey!"
Wen Zhongqing, who was no better than Gongsun Zhuoyu in martial arts, was knocked to the ground, and his eyes were staring straight into the stars.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was in a cold sweat. When he saw Wen Zhongqing, he grabbed the person from the ground, pointed to the inside and asked, "What's in that room?!"
Wen Zhongqing was confused and looked in the direction he was pointing, only to see a female corpse lying on the ground with her mouth open wide, smiling miserably at herself, her face turned pale with fright, and exclaimed: "Yes God damn it!"
As he screamed and crawled back, the voice directly attracted the yamen on duty, and a group of people immediately rushed over from the front hall, surrounded the bedroom, and slashed their swords around their waists.
"What happened?"
"Where is the ghost from Yamen?"
Everyone looked around, but when they saw the female corpse lying under the central hall, the voices stopped abruptly and fell into a dead silence.
The time has passed, and the yamen should have gone home, but now they are forced to gather in the court. There were candles burning on the candlesticks, and the shaking candlelight illuminated the usually secluded lobby more and more ghostly.
There are no lively people outside.
There was a cold female corpse kneeling under the hall.
Her figure seemed to be fixed by something, and she kept kneeling on her knees, her hands clasped together, and her head looking up at the sky. The corners of the mouth formed a strange arc because the tear was too large. Her face was covered with blue and purple corpse spots, and her expression was terrified and distorted. After the wax oil solidified, she propped her mouth very wide, and a section of the wick was exposed.
The woman is like a human-shaped candle, as long as the wick is lit, it will start to burn.
It is said that when you raise your head three feet, there is a god on it, but she looked around and couldn't see where she came from.
Gongsun Zhuoyu couldn't even sit on the chair, as if there were nails, it was uncomfortable no matter how he sat. He was habitually wanting to shoot gavel, but found it wrong and threw it back, stumblingly pointed at Wen Zhongqing and said, "You, you... You turn her face away, don't face me."
Wen Zhongqing was not too frightened, he shook his head and waved his hand: "Da Da... Sir, my subordinates are afraid."
"You bastard," Gongsun Zhuoyu glared and slapped the table angrily, "I haven't asked you where this corpse came from, but you got scared first!"
Wen Zhongqing's legs softened, and he knelt directly on the ground with a thud: "Sir, this subordinate really doesn't know where this corpse came from. The entire Jingzhao Mansion has never seen this woman before."
The yamen on the side also nodded: "Yes, my lord, the subordinates have never seen this woman. Could it be that someone deliberately killed her and then threw it here to provoke her?"
Only Ye Wuhen can do this kind of provocation to the government, but he is still in death row, and he is seriously injured, and he will be beheaded next month. Besides, he is a chivalrous man, and should not do anything to a weak woman.
Gongsun Zhuoyu still felt terrified, so he simply walked down from the court and glanced at Wen Zhongqing: "Where's Zuo Zuo?"
This corpse is not an ordinary evil sect, and he doesn't really want to examine it himself.
Wen Zhongqing swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "Sir, his wife is about to conceive and give birth. As soon as You Shi arrived, she disappeared. Now I'm afraid I won't be able to find her."
Amitabha.
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to himself that he really hit a ghost today, who would be so idle to throw corpses all over the place. He rolled up his sleeves and was extremely annoyed, frowning and instructing Wen Zhongqing, "Go and get everything for the autopsy."
Wen Zhongqing was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu glared at him: "If you don't go, I'll take the autopsy for you!"
Wen Zhongqing didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately ordered someone to fetch the guy for autopsy. A bunch of yamen servants surrounded him and saw Gongsun Zhuoyu put on cloth gloves, and then played with the corpse with a deadly expression.
Gongsun Zhuoyu touched the back of the female corpse's head and went all the way down the vertebrae. Finally, he touched something hard, and ordered someone to hold a candle to take a look. Only then did he find the clue.
Gongsun Zhuoyu plucked away the hair of the female corpse and manipulated it with tweezers, only to hear a light clang, a steel nail was pulled out from the back of the neck, and the female's head finally stopped being stiff and drooped slightly. Only the mouth remained open.
Seeing this, everyone was stunned for a while, who is so vicious, and the means are too cruel.
Gongsun Zhuoyu endured the discomfort and continued to check. In the end, nails were found in the joints of the limbs of the corpse, but it was too long since he died, and the nails could not be broken back to their normal posture after being pulled out.
Wen Zhongqing was taking notes beside him, scared and curious: "Sir, how did this woman die?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu pressed the woman's chest and abdomen, bulging hard: "Maybe it was poured into wax oil and burned alive."
He tried to take the wax block out of the woman's mouth, but gave up thinking that it might tear the mouth wound.
Gongsun Zhuoyu said to Wen Zhongqing: "You will post the portrait of this woman tomorrow, and check her identity first. It's getting late, let's go home, and continue to check tomorrow."
After saying this, he tore off his gloves and ran to the backyard well to fetch water and wash his hands. When everyone saw the dark sky outside, they were also terrified.
Wen Zhongqing was forced to stay here for a portrait. He daringly glanced at the corpse, turned his head horribly, took out the rice paper from the case hall tremblingly, and dipped a pen in ink. Take a look at the woman, draw a stroke, take a look, draw a stroke.
And here, Hong Shilang just came out of the palace, and suddenly heard that Gongsun Zhuoyu had captured his precious son, his expression changed immediately, and he got on the carriage and ordered his servants to hurry to Jingzhao Mansion. People stopped.
The driver hurriedly reined in the reins, sighed, saw a luxuriously decorated carriage parked in front of him, and subconsciously looked into the curtain: "Master, the road ahead is blocked."
Shilang Hong frowned, thinking about Hong Wentao in his heart, and his tone became impatient: "Tell him to get out of the way quickly."
The driver hesitated: "Master, it seems to be the deputy envoy Wu of the Jinglu Division..."
As the deputy envoy of the Jingli Division, Wu Yue often walks around, and his face is somewhat recognizable. At this moment, he was sitting on the cab with his sword in his arms, staring at the driver with dark eyes, his expression unwavering.
"Wow—"
When Hong Shilang heard the words "Jing Lu Si", he suddenly lifted the curtain. He raised his eyes and looked closely, but saw that Wu Yue was driving in the carriage opposite, and his heart throbbed.
Wu Yue was Du Lingchun's close confidant. He was sitting outside and driving, so it was self-evident who was sitting inside.
Hong Shilang raised his voice slightly and asked, "Dare to ask, but it's Du Company?"
The voice fell, but it was silent and no one answered.
Seeing this, Shi Lang hesitated for a moment, but he could only bite the bullet and got off the carriage. He trotted all the way to the front of the other's carriage, cupped his hands through the curtain, and asked with a smile, "Dare you ask if it's Du Company?"
The carriage finally moved. But seeing that the curtain was slowly lifted by a slender hand, revealing a slightly feminine face, it was Du Lingchun. He closed his eyes lightly, and said hello without any emotion: "Master Hong, what a coincidence, where are you going?"
Hong Shilang didn't understand the key points for a while, and he heard the words and replied vaguely: "There is something urgent, so I will go to Jingzhao Mansion."
Du Lingchun was stunned, and then asked, "What's the urgency?"
Those who can get into high positions in the officialdom are all elites. Shi Lang Hong thought that Gongsun Zhuoyu was brought up by Du Lingchun alone, and the other party intercepted him here today, was it to support him? Feeling a little unsure, he could only laugh: "The dog has no status, he has committed a lawsuit, so I rushed over to take a look."
Du Lingchun raised his slender eyebrows, lowered his eyes, and said casually, "Everyone said that parenting is not educated, the fault of the father, although Lord Hong loves his son, he should not spoil his son too much, otherwise it will spread to His Majesty's ears. Being impeached by the imperial censor, wouldn't it hurt Linglang?"
After he finished speaking, he said lightly: "Young man, it's okay to suffer a little."
Du Lingchun lowered the curtain and instructed Wu Yue, "It's getting late, let's go."
Wu Yue raised his whip and whipped, making a rapid sound in mid-air, and drove the carriage away. Shirou Hong stood on the spot, frowning, secretly thinking about the meaning of Du Lingchun's words.
Seeing this, the driver asked aloud, "Master, are you still going to Jingzhao Mansion?"
Shilang Hong waved his sleeves and sighed heavily: "If you don't go, go back to the manor!"
That Du Lingchun made it clear that he was here to support Gongsun Zhuoyu, and he couldn't take the whole family up for the sake of a renegade son. Besides, the noble person was pregnant with dragon descendants, and it was difficult to move in the palace, so why should he offend that Du sister and brother. It's just that the old lady in the family dotes on her grandson, and I'm afraid there will be a commotion.
The carriage gradually drove away, Wu Yue looked back and said through the curtain: "Company, they have left."
Du Lingchun sat inside, without raising his eyelids, hummed: "I know."
Hong Shilang is a smart person, and naturally he can't be in conflict with himself. Furthermore, Hong Wentao was imprisoned in prison, and suffered some flesh and blood, and he was released in a few days.
Wu Yue asked, "Company, are you going back to the manor?"
Hearing that, Du Lingchun placed the tea cup heavily on the low table beside him, and said with mixed emotions, "Go to Jingzhao Mansion."
Gongsun Zhuoyu caused such a big mess on his first day in office. The Hong family is easy to be with each other, if he hadn't secretly sent someone to pay attention, I'm afraid that tomorrow's memorials to impeach him will be full of imperial cases.
The previous Jingzhao Yin resigned and was dismissed after his butt was too hot. If Gongsun Zhuoyu was sacked the next day after taking office, wouldn't it be a joke.
Coincidentally, when Gongsun Zhuoyu walked out of the gate of the mansion, he happened to see a familiar carriage parked at the door. Guessing it was Du Lingchun, he immediately lifted the curtain and sat in, with a pleasant voice: "Company?"
Sitting inside, Du Lingchun lifted his eyelids when he heard the words, and said in a bad tone: "It turns out to be Lord Gongsun, how do you feel when the new official takes office today?"
Every time he called Gongsun Zhuoyu as Lord Gongsun, it must be a strange yin and yang.
However, Gongsun Zhuoyu was frightened by the corpse today, and his mind didn't react. Hearing that, he really thought that Du Lingchun was caring about him, and immediately buried his face in his arms with tears in his eyes: "Company."
Rub, rub, rub, rub.
Du Lingchun couldn't resist, he pushed it twice but couldn't push it away, with an embarrassed expression on his face, he reprimanded him in a low voice: "Gongsun Zhuoyu, I haven't troubled you yet, and you are crying and aggrieved!"
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