"The suburbs of Chang'an, the cemetery of the rich ......" Staring at the tomb, Lin Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, and sighed in an imperceptible voice, "Now I can neither ask the local government of Chang'an to open Yiqi's coffin to inspect his body, nor can I open his coffin myself, so how can I find out if there is a problem with the death of the censor?"

Although he found nothing and seemed to be in a dilemma, he never thought about leaving, but became more determined. He took a few steps back, lifted his blue robe, and sat down on the ground.

What he does next will consume his practice, as it is more like looking for a small stone hidden in the grass. To make matters worse, he himself did not know if there was a small stone. However, he still made up his mind to do so, because only in this way could he convince himself to leave Chang'an.

In this way, the strong man of the Northeast Plate Army sat down in the grave, letting Mao Jin gently fall on his collar and let the young peach bud look at him mockingly. He sat from morning to afternoon. His shadow shortened with the length of the ramp, and his face grew paler.

It's been a long time. Lin Ling slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the grave not far away in extreme shock. His eyes looked confused, but relieved that he had confirmed something, or confirmed something he suspected.

Gently lifting his sleeve to wipe the sweat that was about to drip from his eyebrows, he struggled to his feet. He held his wrist because he was tired, took a deep breath of the air mixed with the smell of smoke, and slowly walked towards Chang'an City.

The next day, the tranquility of Zhang Yiqi's tomb was disrupted again. The people who came here were neither his fierce wife with tears streaming down her face, nor his plump concubine who had no tears at all, but Lin Ling and a few runners from the local government of Chang'an.

Now Lin Ling is not wearing blue casual clothes, but military uniforms, which looks very daring. Lin Ling turned around, bowed to a local government runner, and said gently: "Your Excellency, since I am already willing to swear with my life, may I ask when we can open his coffin?"

The runners dispersed and gave way to a room, and then Shangguan Yangyu, the county magistrate of Chang'an City, walked over with a frown.

Because of the frowning eyes, Shangguan Yangyu's two triangular eyes looked even more ugly. He gently rubbed his sparse beard, looked at Lin Ling with disgust, and said, "Indeed, you brought back the repatriation documents from the Military Department, and the Imperial Central Administration Bureau also proved your identity. So the government will not punish you for leaving the barracks in private. However, you should know that this case has been over for a long time. Isn't it too hasty to have the coffin re-examined because of your unconfirmed words?

These words show that the conversation between the two sides did not go smoothly before the yamen of the Chang'an local government, let alone a pleasant dialogue. After a moment of silence, Lin Ling said softly: "Dear governor, if the local government of Chang'an insists on not re-inspecting the coffin, I have to ask someone from the military department."

"Are you using the military to threaten me?" Shangguan Yangyu has always been a cowardly official. But now he has the opportunity to become the leader of the local government of Chang'an, and he is not willing to lose face in front of his subordinates. So he sneered and reminded the opposite. "The examiner was buried in the grave. Even if the case is changed, it is a security issue in the capital. If the government does not say anything, even the military department has no reason to intervene. Do you need me to go to the royal government and argue with your generals? ”

Lin Ling thought about the advice of the military adviser before departure, and looked at the county magistrate of Chang'an City. He suddenly understood something, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I just discovered something suspicious. So I informed the Chang'an Municipal Government. Since he was willing to come to the cemetery, he naturally wanted to investigate the case. But I just don't know what you need my attention. Please call a spade a spade.

Shangguan Yangyu was slightly happy. He rubbed his beard gently, thought for a moment, and said expressionlessly: "If there is any case that is suspicious, whether it is the chief prosecutor or the common people, the government is managing the jurisdiction of Chang'an City on behalf of His Majesty, so it is natural to deal with it seriously." But you have to make it clear that this matter has nothing to do with the military department or General Xiahou.

Lin Ling understood the implicit meaning in the county magistrate's words. After pondering for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked, "I have something else to do when I go back to Chang'an." But by accident I discovered... Is there a problem with the examiner's body in the grave?

"That's it." Shangguan Yangyu glanced at him indifferently and said, "And you have to remember that no matter what the result of the coffin opening is later, you can only secretly investigate before you find the suspected culprit." In particular, don't let the wife of the censor know.

The officer who heard this said embarrassedly: "Your Majesty, if you want to open the coffin for an autopsy, it is best to notify the examining residence. Otherwise, if we file a lawsuit later, it will be difficult for us to be the right person.

Shangguan Yangyu listened to the advice of his subordinates, but did not answer, still looking at Lin Ling quietly. The meaning of his reaction was very clear. The opposing side must bear the responsibility of ignoring the censorship of the official residence to open the coffin.

Whether it is in the name of the military department or in the name of General Xiahou, if it does not go well in the future, it will also be held responsible. A wry smile appeared on Lin Ling's face. He felt that the officials of Chang'an City, whether it was the scribe who had dealt with him a few days ago, or the local officials who had demoted themselves today, were so cunning.

If it were a different situation, Lin Ling would definitely be unwilling to take responsibility. Without the protection of the military department and the generals, even if he is a spiritual master of the perspective realm, he will get into trouble in the face of the wrath of the censors. However, on the orders of the general, he was quite sure that there was something wrong with the remains in the grave. So after a moment of silence, he looked at the officer Shangguan Yangyu and nodded, "As you wish."

"Good." Shangguan Yangyu's expression was calm, but he began to feel the rising anxiety in his heart. The fact that this soul master of the Northeast Frontier Army dared to take on such a heavy responsibility shows that he is very sure of the situation in the tomb. Therefore, there seems to be some conspiracy hidden in the death of censor Zhang Yiqi.

The coroner waited by the examiner's grave with various tools. Until noon in the spring, with the most righteous atmosphere of the day, the cemetery staff shouted loudly, and under the command of local government officials in Chang'an, a clean cemetery that had been swept by the family yesterday was transferred to the noisy scene.

The tomb opened from behind, and a black coffin lay peacefully in the damp grave. Workers placed wooden frames above the graves and tied seven ropes. They shouted together and spent a long time hanging the heavy coffin.

As the coffin opened, Shangguan Yangyu hurriedly covered his nose with a handkerchief, and only after a while did he notice any stench. He frowned and looked inside away from the crowd. He saw that the coroner was bending over to carefully dissect his body, and vaguely saw something, possibly bones or funerary goods.

A moment later, the coroner walked out of the crowd and bowed respectfully to Shangguan Yangyu. Then he uncovered the mask dipped in oil on his nose and mouth. The sound is accompanied by a rich minty flavor.

"Your Majesty, I don't find anything suspicious."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Shangguan Yangyu glanced at Lin Ling, who was silent on the side. His eyes did not show anger or disappointment because he had been fooled by others, but rather a look of doubt, because he knew very well that it was certainly not that simple.

Lin Ling looked at the coroner and asked, "Have you examined the examiner's head?"

"Of course I did." The coroner did not know his identity, so he replied very bluntly.

After being silent for a long time, Lin Ling looked at Shangguan Yangyu and said, "There is a hard object stuck in the examiner's skull. I'm not sure if it's an iron nail or something.

Shangguan Yangyu looked at him with a sneer, thinking that his subordinates would never covet the first credit. As long as he delays for a few minutes, there are really people who can't hold on. He said indifferently and slightly mockingly, "I heard that it is extremely unlucky for a psychic master to use the power of the mind to examine the body of the deceased. You've been silent about it before. So I can understand you.

Lin Ling's face was a little pale, and he smiled bitterly at himself: "In order to maintain the dignity of Tang Law and keep justice for the officials, at this critical moment, I have to ignore some rules for the time being.

"Well said." Shangguan Yangyu raised his chin slightly and said indifferently: "So if you find anything, you'd better say it in advance." Don't waste our time and energy.