Song Zhixian groaned endlessly, and a person who looked like a master next to him walked to Song Zhixian's side with a folding fan, leaned over and whispered: "My lord, this murder case is very tricky, it is better to let this little man examine the corpse and fill in the corpse grid, if something goes wrong, there is room for prevarication." ”

Song Zhixian looked idle on the outside, but he was actually suffering from a headache for this homigre. Ming Dynasty officials every three years, the performance assessment is to score, this kind of major homicide is a severe test for the state and county officials, if you happen to solve the case, but it is a major political achievement, you can add a heavy bargaining chip to your election three years later, however, major intentional homicide cases have a time limit to solve the case, and if it expires, it can not be solved, but it has to be deducted, which has a great impact on their career. The case of death must be reported, therefore, it cannot be concealed, and besides, this is still a major homicide case involving the family members of the officials ordered by the imperial court, so it can only be written in the reported report.

There are many techniques here, the most important thing is that when the case is filed, it cannot be written whether the surname of the case is intentional homicide or manslaughter, accident, so that the superior can not limit the time to solve the case, and then flexibly grasp it according to whether the case can be detected. Therefore, the more vague and simple the writing of the corpse grid of this major homicide, the better, let this old man investigate and fill in the corpse grid, it is difficult to guarantee that the truth will not be written, let this junior apprentice write, forgive him a little apprentice, he doesn't understand anything, and he can't write anything, and there is a prevarication if there is a problem in the future.

Yin De's proposal and the master's analysis were in line with Song Zhixian's intentions, and Song Zhixian nodded: "Old, Lao Xianzuo is unwell, no, unable to continue the examination, Yang, Yang Xianzuo is responsible for conducting the autopsy." ”

Yin De said to a few entourage: "You can help the old man go back to rest." A few of the attendants agreed, and stepped forward to help the coughing old man out of the room.

Song Zhixian asked: "Yang, Yang Chenzuo, send it to you, where is your corpse?" Where to put it? ”

Yang Qiuchi smiled bitterly and thought, "How do I know? He said casually, "Maybe it's in my house." ”

Song Zhixian nodded: "You, you examine the corpse first, I, I'll call someone to help and help you get it." Then he turned his head and ordered the squad leader to follow: "Go to Yang, Yang Yan writer will bring him, his corpse!" A long man followed the answer. Changsui was a person privately hired by the governor of a state and county during the Ming and Qing dynasties, who assisted him in handling official duties or taking care of his family, and was not an official or an ordinary servant.

Yang Qiuchi looked around the scene and was thinking about where to start surveying, when Yin De on the side walked over and gently patted Yang Qiuchi on the shoulder: "Little brother, I've worked hard for you, this is the money for opening hands and washing hands, take it." He stretched out his hand and handed over a string of copper coins, about a hundred or so.

Lots of money? Money for handwashing? What is this? Yang Qiuchi didn't understand, he didn't know, the Ming Dynasty was guilty of an autopsy, and the bitter master was going to give a red envelope, which was called "opening money" and "handwashing money", which was one of the main sources of income for the Ming DynastyNo one wants to go to the yamen on errands, and this huge bureaucratic system will not be able to function normally.

Yang Qiuchi didn't understand the rules here, so he excused himself. Yin De glanced at Yang Qiuchi, nodded, and took out another string of copper coins from his sleeve, and the two strings of copper coins were stuffed into Yang Qiuchi's arms together. Yang Qiuchi saw that he had misunderstood what he meant, and was just about to explain, when Song Zhixian's voice came from behind: "God, it's getting late, it's not fast, quickly put it away, start the inspection!" ”

Tell me to collect money? Yang Qiuchi couldn't believe his ears a little, turned his head to look at Song Zhixian, and raised the two copper coins in his hand, meaning: Your county lord openly let his subordinates accept bribes?

Song Zhixian had a gloomy face, and snorted heavily in his nose: "What, still, is it too little?" ”

As soon as he heard this, Yang Qiuchi understood, the county lord really let himself accept this red envelope, it seems that the Ming Dynasty is different from modern times, bribery and bribery are carried out openly, I am puzzled, I don't dare to ask more, and quickly stuffed two copper coins into my arms.

Yang Qiuchi first carefully checked the surface of Bai Xiaomei's corpse on the bed, there was a circle of black pinch marks on her neck, ** epidermal abrasions and bite marks, and there were semi-dried milky white liquid condensation on the yin part and inner thighs, which may be * residue.

At this time, Yang Qiuchi smelled a faint fragrance behind him, and he didn't need to look back to know that it was the tomboy Song Yun'er, and sure enough, Song Yun'er's slightly trilling words came from behind him: "Hey! What do you think? What did you find out that you didn't? ”

Yang Qiuchi replied angrily: "You won't come up and see it yourself!" ”

Song Yun'er hesitated for a while, she was no longer as scared as she was just now, besides, there was her own father who was the county lord at the door with a bunch of people, and her curiosity began to prevail, she took a small step, stretched out her head and stuck to Yang Qiuchi's side, grabbed Yang Qiuchi's clothes and feet with her fingers, and posed as a frame ready to escape at any time, and then took a closer look at the corpse on the bed, and asked softly: "Hey, what's going on on her neck?" ”

"Can't see this? Pinched! Yang Qiuchi said in a low voice.

"Oh~!" Song Yun'er dragged out her voice and said as if she suddenly realized. After a pause, he asked strangely, "Hey, why is her urine white?" ”

"Where is the urine white?"

"That!" Song Yun'er's white jade hand stretched out and pointed at the remaining white* between the legs of Bai Xiaomei's corpse.

Song Yun'er is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she lives in the Ming Dynasty, where feudal etiquette and religion are prevalent, so she has no way to understand the affairs of men and women, how to know what this thing is, just a random guess. Yang Qiuchi was a little embarrassed, and it was inconvenient to give her a lecture on physiological hygiene, so he prevaricated: "I'm working, don't talk and make trouble, okay!" ”

Song Yun'er patted Yang Qiuchi lightly on the back and said angrily: "Amazing! If you don't say it, you don't say it. ”

Yang Qiuchi looked at the eyes of the deceased, and saw that the fundus was congested, which was a symptom of suffocation death, opened his lips, and saw a faint blood-like liquid at the root of the gums, stretched out his fingers and put a little sticky under his nose and smelled it, there was a bloody smell, and opened the inside of his lips to check the mucous membrane, and there was a little bleeding, indicating that there was an action of covering his mouth and nose. I pressed my fingers on the throat canal, and my hand was gently sunken, and there was a slight gurgling sound, and the laryngeal bone should have been crushed.

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