Nan Yuchen followed Fu Ruolan's footsteps, and the two of them walked side by side, one tall and one short, very compatible.

Liu Fu followed behind them and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

She kept telling herself that she had to endure it, otherwise she would have suffered so much and all of it would be invalid.

Since Fu Ruolan promised to investigate the incident of the mysterious death, she would naturally try her best to investigate.

They first came to the morgue of Dali Temple, where the bodies of those who died were still left.

Yan Ming, the young secretary of Dali Temple, waited early to receive Fu Ruolan and them, but when he saw that the person sent by the palace turned out to be a yellow-haired girl and a little boy, he was full of distrust in their ability.

But I thought that after all, it was sent by the palace, so I still had to give some face to the people in the palace.

"In the Lower Dali Temple, Shaoqing is strict, and a few of them were sent by the palace to investigate, right?" Yan Ming looked at Fu Ruolan and the others, and his handsome face was a little more cold because of the grim expression.

Fu Ruolan and the others returned the salute and explained their identity: "This time, I also bothered Shaoqing to lead the way."

"It should." Yan Ming's gaze couldn't help but pass over the catkins behind Fu Ruolan, his thoughts paused for a moment, and his breathing paused for a moment.

Fortunately, he immediately realized that he was a little out of shape, so he hurriedly straightened his face.

"Please." Yan Ming made a gesture of please.

Fu Ruolan nodded and followed him forward.

"The corpse was in this room, and some ice cubes were placed in the room to slow down the decomposition of the corpse."

Yan Ming couldn't help but glance Fu Ruolan up and down as he spoke, and reminded: "Even so, the corpse is still a little rotten, and the smell is very pungent."

Originally, Yan Ming thought that he would send a few experienced and experienced people to help.

But I didn't expect the people who came to be so young, and Yan Ming couldn't help but doubt their ability.

Yan Ming's suspicious eyes were too obvious, and Fu Ruolan looked uncomfortable: "Yan Shaoqing, why do you look at me like this?" Could it be that you don't believe in our abilities? ”

Yan Ming didn't expect Fu Ruolan to ask himself so directly, so he waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's just that a few of you are still very young...... I don't think I've ever touched it

This bizarre dead thing. ”

Fu Ruolan rolled her eyes in her heart, could it be that Yan Ming had experienced it before? And this Yan Ming doubted their abilities, and felt that they were still young, did he forget that he was the same age as them?

"Well, it's normal for Shaoqing to be suspicious." Fu Ruolan then replied and walked forward.

Although Yan Ming was serious, he could also see that Fu Ruolan was a little unhappy.

Thinking that the words he had just said had indeed conflicted Fu Ruolan, he felt a little guilty in his heart.

He walked a few steps quickly to the front of Fu Ruolan to lead the way for them: "You still have to be prepared, you are a woman after all, don't be scared."

The more Yan Ming said this, the more annoying it became, and it was too late for him to remedy it.

"Well, it doesn't matter." Fu Ruolan had already heard about the bizarre death from the side.

From these few words now, Fu Ruolan knew that this Yan Ming was a serious person. The mouth is a little stupid, and he is not very good at speaking.

Fortunately, Fu Ruolan didn't care, otherwise he would have been angry with him.

Nan Yuchen followed Fu Ruolan's side, afraid that he would make Fu Ruolan unhappy by talking too much, so he didn't say anything.

Fu Ruolan didn't need him if he could deal with it, and it was more appropriate for him to wait until Fu Ruolan needed him before stepping forward.

Yan Ming, the young secretary of Dali Temple, muttered again: "It's hot this summer, fortunately you came early, otherwise when the corpse is rotten tomorrow, you won't be able to see any clues."

"Thank you." Fu Ruolan nodded.

Yan Ming, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, saw that they were still going to go in, so he opened the door.

As soon as Fu Ruolan and the others entered the room, they felt that the temperature was much lower, and they could still see a lot of white fog with the naked eye.

The two bodies were being placed on the morgue and covered with white cloths.

Vaguely able to smell the smell of the corpse's decay, Fu Ruolan thought to herself that Dali Temple was okay, and the corpse was well preserved.

At this time, as soon as Liu Wu entered the door, she felt a coldness, and for her, the smell of corpse decay and fishy smell greeted her, making her hold her breath and couldn't avoid it.

Fu Ruolan had already walked towards the corpse, and Nan Yuchen followed forward to protect Fu Ruo

Arashi's side.

With a gentle movement, she pulled the white cloth from the corpse, her face pale, and her unusually hideous face was exposed.

Just from his face, it can be seen that the man was in extraordinary pain when he died.

The catkins just glanced at it from a distance, and then couldn't help but "vomit" and almost vomited.

Fu Ruolan and Nan Yuchen ignored her, but the steward of Dali Temple asked with concern: "Girl, are you okay?"

At this moment, the catkins' face was pale, and they were a little more weak. It was my pitiful appearance, and it was no wonder that the steward of Dali Temple would ask a few more words.

Liu Wu didn't want to stay any longer, but Fu Ruolan didn't say anything at this time, and Liu Wu didn't dare to leave, so she had to endure the nausea.

Fu Ruolan had already heard the general situation of the corpse before she came, so she directly opened the shroud sheet and looked at the wounds on the corpse.

At this time, Liu Wu closed her eyes directly, and she was afraid that she would not be able to help but vomit when she saw it.

"Stuff." Fu Ruolan didn't twist her head, and stretched out her hand directly in the direction of the catkins.

Liu Wu was stunned, not knowing what the situation was. She let out a blank "ah".

Fu Ruolan, who had waited for a long time and didn't wait for a response, turned her head to look at Liu Wu, and couldn't help frowning when she saw Liu Wu's look like life was worse than death.

Fu Ruolan suddenly missed Mengqing, when Mengqing followed her before. At that time, in order to treat those who had the plague, Mengqing had never seen anything, and he had never been as hypocritical as catkins.

"Willow catkins, where is my medicine box?" Fu Ruolan looked at Liu Wu's body empty, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

was asked by Fu Ruolan like this, and Liu Fu was even more dazed.

"Medicine box? What medicine box? ”

For a moment, Fu Ruolan couldn't laugh or cry at Liu Wu's rhetorical question. She remembered that she had an explanation for catkins, as long as she went out with a medicine box at any time.

But looking at the catkins looking dazed now, I'm afraid they didn't bring it at all.

Fu Ruolan's usual tools are all in the medicine box, and now she doesn't even have a sheep intestine glove, how can she examine the corpse.

Now in front of Yan Ming, Fu Ruolan is not good at getting angry and not saying anything, and she has lost face.