The candles in the morgue were still lit, and the old man was too old to bear it, so he had already gone back first.

After Jiang Ci cleaned it again, he lifted the white cloth and looked at the headless corpse.

- Immediately after, her eyebrows were raised.

In the center of the corpse's chest, there is exactly a pink birthmark, which is rounded and the size of a fingernail.

Could it really be him?

But the time of death is not right.

Jiang Ci pondered for a moment, but no matter what, the corpse still had to be examined, and due to the severe decay, there was even a strange feeling of skin and flesh separating when pressed hard.

She fired a knife, fortunately the deceased's torso was still intact, otherwise the internal organs were fed to the fish, and slowly cut down, as the deceased's chest cavity was opened, a strong fishy smell also burst open.

Shang Xingchuan stood not far from her, and Jiang Ci was able to summon her during the autopsy, "Your Highness, can you please bring a few candles?" ”

Shang Xingchuan didn't say much, and did as he was told, but the visibility was still too low, and the internal organs of the deceased were too corrupt, and they were already foaming organs, and all the internal organs were black and soft, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Jiang Ci barely finished the examination of this corpse, it has been more than an hour later - in fact, there is not much examination, with the current technology, no matter how powerful the forensic doctor is to deal with such a corpse.

Shang Xingchuan asked, "Can you tell if he entered the water before his death or after death?"

Jiang Ci's eyes were already red, she shook her head, she was really tired, and now she didn't bother to replace the words that the other party could understand, only to see her take out the black lungs, and said: "To judge whether you enter the water before or after death, the main thing is to see if there is a foam in the lungs, but now it ......."

Shang Xingchuan followed her gaze and was silent for a moment.

Now don't talk about looking at the bubble, the lungs are almost foaming.

Jiang Ci took out the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys one by one, weighed them one by one, and then found another problem, "His stomach is actually empty." ”

The corpse in front of him was disemboweled, like a dead fish.

Shang Xingchuan stared at the black organ in front of him and said, "Empty?"

Jiang Ci nodded, his eyes lit up faintly, and said, "He hadn't eaten anything for at least two to three days before he died, so his stomach and large intestine and small intestine were empty, without any food and feces left." ”

"It is impossible for an adult to starve himself to death without eating for so long, unless...... He couldn't eat it. ”

Jiang Ci lowered his eyelids, and the cut on the neck of the corpse was cold and neat.

……

Yang Tianfang thanked the officers and soldiers away, closed the door of the inn, and faced the cold silence of the room.

The place arranged by Dali Temple is not much luxurious, but fortunately, it is convenient, and the things are complete, she carried the oil lamp, carefully measured the whole room with her footsteps, and finally took out her baggage.

She came here alone from Xiazhou, it is impossible to rely on only two legs, she carries her own baggage, and lives in a post station every time she goes to a place, and this burden is still taken back from the post station by the official messenger of Dali Temple for her.

Yang Tianfang thought that there were still many good people in the capital.

She opened the bag and took out a red envelope from a pile of clothes, the red envelope contained two strands of hair, tied with a red rope, one was hers and the other was Yang Zejun's.

When they first got married, they cut a strand of their hair and tied it together, saying that this is called knotting.

In the dim light, she gently brought her hair to her lips, and her tone was almost reverent, "Look, we have arrived." ”

……

Jiang Ci came out of the morgue, it was still raining outside, as big as the day Yiping went to ask for money, she first stood under the porch and watched for a while, and then squatted down like a puppy.

Shang Xingchuan didn't know where to go, and he disappeared when he finished it.

Thinking about it, it is impossible for a noble person to accompany her until midnight.

In fact, Jiang Ci is still a little confused until now, she thinks that it will take a while for normal people to accept the information "I'm dead" first, not to mention the several major events that have followed her in the past few hours.

She was in a daze, there were footsteps through the sound of rain, the cool breeze of early winter seeped through the net woven by the rain and drilled into her nose, she raised her eyes to look, the first thing she saw was a pair of gold-bottomed soap boots, followed by a slightly wet hem, and then up, is the face of Shang Xingchuan that is always habitually stinky.

"Take it." He said lightly, handing her an oil-paper umbrella.

Jiang Ci took it in a daze, and subconsciously said, "I thought His Highness had left."

Shang Xingchuan's eyebrows seemed to frown very lightly, and Jiang Ci heard that he was still in that unwavering tone, "You are tired to death, and this king is not good to explain to Jiang Hou." ”

Jiang Ci put his hands on his chin to show his gratitude, meaning that he had opened a small flower.

"Your Highness is so nice, thank you, Your Highness, you will definitely arrange an inn for me, right?" Her eyebrows crooked with a smile on her face.

Shohang Chuan: "......"

The rain was quite heavy, Shang Xingchuan walked in front of her silently, the two went all the way out of Dali Temple, Jiang Ci got into the carriage, and then saw that there were actually two guards standing next to the carriage, and I couldn't help but wonder why Shang Xingchuan had to pick it up himself.

The carriage slowly moved forward, Jiang Ci couldn't help but cover his lips and yawn, and whispered: "Isn't there an inn near Dali Temple, it's convenient for me to come over tomorrow morning."

Shang Xingchuan said, "Send you to Yuwang's Mansion."

His expression was more like he was going to take Jiang Ci somewhere to kill people.

Jiang Ci blinked, and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. She has always been open-minded, as long as there is a place for her to stay, as for other things, she is too lazy to think about it.

When they arrived at Yuwang's mansion, Jiang Ci happened to see people brave the rain to take off the lanterns, red silk and other things on the beams of the house one by one, and the red silk fell into the rain, and the wind and rain were shaky, a little miserable.

Jiang Ci snorted, thinking that if this case could not be solved, the black cauldron would be planted on my head, and I would be even more miserable at that time.

Shang Xingchuan seemed to be very busy, he got out of the carriage and hurried to the other side, she was received by the housekeeper in the palace, surnamed Lin, about forty years old, not so much a butler, in fact, the image is closer to a butcher, tall and strong, he has a scar on his face, from the right eye socket, at a forty-five degree angle, all the way past the cheekbone, until the middle of the person stopped.

Lin Guan was scary, but he spoke very gently and enthusiastically, and he didn't treat Jiang Ci coldly at all because of his special status, "Although Pujia Courtyard has just been cleaned up, the bedding and tea are ready, Miss Jiang can rest assured." ”

Jiang Ci bowed, and then found that Steward Lin seemed to be unexpectedly talkative, and the two of them talked a lot from the front hall to Pujia Courtyard.

and is inquiring about her without a trace.

Jiang Ci was like a mirror in her heart, I am afraid that Shang Xingchuan still had doubts in her heart, she gaged a few words, and the two arrived at Pujia Courtyard, and Steward Lin poured a cup of tea for her and then prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ci suddenly smiled and said: "I just came all the way, and I felt that Steward Lin was very talkative, but I also have something presumptuous to ask, and I hope you don't mind, you ...... What's the deal with this wound on your face? Looks like an old wound. ”

Steward Lin was not surprised, there were countless people who had asked him this question, and he also smiled and waved his hand as usual, "It was when I was young, I fell on the mountain, and unfortunately I was scraped by the edge of the stone." ”

Jiang Ci smiled, "Why do I look like a knife?" ”

Without waiting for Steward Lin to react, she added, "And you made it with a knife." ”