"Physician Xiang?" Bingwen called to Xiang Chengfang who stopped and looked around at an open space.
Xiang Chengfang responded, with a slightly apologetic look on his face, and took a few steps to follow.
Chu Tang lit a small lamp and led the way.
After the last caesarean section performed on Prince Hui, he had not come down for more than a month.
The day before yesterday, Hu Yingmao told him that the corpse might have been murdered, but he scoffed.
In his twenty-year career as a widower, there had never been any accidents.
Of course, well, Prince Hui’s incident was an accident within an accident.
However, this one is a secondary corpse.
There are only a few bones left. If you have the ability, you can drill a snake out of the bones.
With this thought in mind, Chu Tang looked back at the people behind him and couldn't help but feel that they were doing something unnecessary.
As the cold became more and more severe, the group of five people finally reached the end of the stairs.
Chu Tang led them around a few corners and came to a small room numbered sixteen, and lit the candlestick in the small room.
The walls on both sides of this small room were lined with shelves alternating vertically and horizontally. Each shelf contained a stretcher, and now there was only one shelf in the entire shelf that contained a pair of corpses.
Chu Tang took out the stretcher, and Bingwen saw the other three unconsciously taking a step back, so he had no choice but to step forward and lend a hand.
Chu Tang gave him a grateful smile, and he and Bing Wen placed the stretcher on the marble bed in the center of the small room.
But after all, it was still a corpse. After being shaken, it spread out with a rotting aura.
Hu Yingmao and Kong Changhui both frowned, covered their noses, and took two steps back.
Xiang Chengfang calmed down a lot after seeing the corpses moved out, and took two steps forward to take a look.
"How do you two adults want to check?" Chu Tang asked the two people. He didn't know anyone anyway, so he simply called them adults.
"Physician Xiang, this widower has rich experience in post-mortem injuries. You can discuss this with him and examine it together." Bingwen said to Xiang Chengfang.
Xiang Chengfang nodded. After all, he was just an imperial physician. It would be better to examine the injuries together with an experienced doctor.
Chu Tang was caught off guard by Bingwen's praise, and his heart began to bubble with joy. His attitude became more humble, and he began to discuss with Xiang Chengfang.
Bingwen endured the feeling of nausea and vomiting, and finally retreated with Hu Yingmao and Kong Changhui.
"You have to pull me up to have breakfast if you have nothing to do in the morning." Bingwen glared at Kong Changhui.
Kong Changhui also kept resisting the feeling of vomiting and looked at Bingwen aggrievedly and innocently.
The two of them looked at each other, and couldn't help but look at Hu Yingmao together. Seeing that he also looked ugly, the three of them couldn't help but chuckle when their eyes met.
"Master Bingwen, why don't we go wait in the big room outside." Hu Yingmao suggested when he saw that Bingwen couldn't stand the smell either.
Bingwen nodded. If Hu Yingmao didn't mention it again, he would bring it up.
The three of them arrived at the main room and waited for a long time. Only when their bodies couldn't bear the cold and began to shiver, and they had to cross their arms and rub their arms, did Xiang Chengfang and Chu Tang turn out of the corner.
When Hu Yingmao was about to ask, Bingwen spoke first and said, "Let's talk about it later."
So the five people walked towards the stairs.
The speed of going up is obviously much faster than that of coming down.
Because when we came down, the stairs were steep, the surroundings were cold, and the environment was unknown. In addition, Xiang Chengfang had a fresh look on his face when he came down. He stopped and wanted to take a closer look.
After the five people came out of the cold cellar and went to the front hall, Bingwen asked the two of them: "How is it? Can it be included as evidence to be presented in court?"
Xiang Chengfang and Chu Tang looked at each other and nodded at the same time. Xiang Chengfang said: "After discussion and inspection with Chu Tang, we found that his tooth root bone was indeed injured, and there was also a red mark on the center of the fontanel bone on the top of his head. The bloody scars, these two injuries determined by Chutang to have appeared after death. Therefore, we all agree that this person died after being punctured at the water point. The murderer should be a doctor who is familiar with acupuncture."
Seeing Xiang Chengfang's sound analysis, Hu Yingmao couldn't help but laugh or cry. He wished he could tell him immediately that the murderer you suspected was Mr. Zhuo, the dean of your Tai Hospital. Let's see if he could continue to talk with his mouth.
"Master Hu, since it is confirmed to be murder, it seems that this case must be established even if it is not established." Bingwen looked at Hu Yingmao and joked when he saw him crying.
"Yes, it is true that a case can be filed. But to solve the case..." Hu Yingmao tugged his eyebrows and looked at Bingwen with pleading eyes, but he hesitated to speak.
"Master Hu established the case first and recorded the words of Chu Tang and Dr. Xiang in the book as evidence before the court. As for solving the case, Bingwen will help you."
"That's good, that's good." Hu Yingmao smiled brightly when he heard this, and asked Bingwen: "What else do you need me to do now?"
"Of course you'll send someone with me to find the real culprit." Bingwen said matter-of-factly.
The veins on Hu Yingmao's forehead jumped again, and he asked Bingwen tentatively: "I will send someone to you, so I won't go."
"How dare you bother Mr. Hu? Just send someone to Mr. Kong, and I will go with him." Bingwen knew that Hu Yingmao was concerned about it, so he didn't embarrass him.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Bingwen. I will send someone to Mr. Kong to go with you to find the real culprit." Hu Yingmao breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master Bingwen, then I..." Xiang Chengfang was still confused at this time. When he saw Bingwen turning around and leaving, he couldn't help but stop him.
"Mr. Xiang will go back after recording his testimony. I will tell you in detail after I have apprehended the real culprit." Bingwen comforted Xiang Chengfang.
Hu Yingmao couldn't help but look sympathetically at Xiang Chengfang, who was still in the dark. What a shock it would be if he learned the identity of the corpse and the suspect in the future.
Kong Changhui picked up a team sent by Hu Yingmao and went to Zhuo Mansion with Bingwen.
After knocking on the door of Zhuo Mansion, Kong Changhui waved the officers and soldiers to rush in directly.
Of course, Bingwen had given instructions early on the way here, otherwise Kong Changhui wouldn't have had the courage.
Zhuo Mansion instantly became a mess.
"What are you doing?" The servants surrounded a group of them and asked.
"This is the residence of the Lord of the Table. How dare you break in?" A man in his forties came out of the room and shouted sternly.
Bingwen nudged Kong Changhui with his elbow.
Kong Changhui took a breath, waved his hand and shouted loudly: "I have received an order from Mr. Hu, the Minister of Dali Temple, to arrest the criminal Yao Meizhen."
The forty-year-old man took a breath, wasn't Yao Meizhen the third concubine's maiden name
He quickly ordered his subordinates to inform Zhuo Xiande, and he put on a smile and said to Kong Changhui, "Sir, can we let our master come back?"
Bingwen snorted from the side.
"It's useless for anyone to come except the Emperor today."
(End of chapter)