Lin Ling accepted it calmly, and then he didn't hide anything anymore. He directly led Shangguan Yangyu and the coroner to the black coffin, raised his arm and pointed to the remains covered with cloth. "It should be indented on the scalp," he said. So we can't see it with the naked eye. If you remove all the fur and scalp, you'll be able to find the problem.

If the coroner opens the coffin and examines the body, the deceased also needs to be respected. Coroners rarely open their stomachs, and they rarely disembowel, not to mention Don overhaul, who is now lying in a coffin. When the coroner heard that the entire scalp was going to be peeled off, he couldn't help but look embarrassed at the county magistrate, rubbed his hands and asked, "Your Majesty?"

"Let's do it." Shangguan Yangyu said indifferently: "If you can't find any problems, naturally someone will take the initiative to confess their guilt to the imperial court." The censorship mansion will not be as popular as you.

Lin Ling stood silently next to the coffin and shook his head with a wry smile. He thought that at this time, the person actually didn't forget to repeat it, like a country man, not the county magistrate of Chang'an City, who had a high status.

At this time, the clerks and runners of the Chang'an local government circled the coffin and drove the curious cemetery workers away. They watched the coroner's movements and couldn't help but guess what was under the scalp.

The remains of the censor in the coffin had long since decomposed, and the cloth that clinged to his hair had long since been lost. Loose thinning hair sticks to the scalp. The coroner carefully removed the undercover fur and muddy scalp. Then he sprinkled water on the slightly yellowish-white skull and wiped it with a cloth a few times.

A very small wound appeared on the top of the skull with stained blood or rotten flesh clotting on it. Wipe with a cloth and rinse with water, getting clearer and clearer, so that you can see what's inside the wound.

Officials around the coffin and local government runners held their breath. Shangguan Yangyu kept frowning. As the coroner moved the tortoiseshell with his hands, people became more nervous and stiff.

Like a rusty knife pulled out of a bone, a terrible sound came from inside a coffin. With sweat on his forehead, the coroner pressed the skull with one hand to prevent the skull from being ripped off, and with the other hand slowly pulled the thing out. He finally pulled out the hard object hidden in the censor's skull.

It was a very long iron nail. Maybe it's been soaked in blood or corpse water for too long, and it's rusty, but the front is still extremely sharp.

Looking at the nail in the coroner's hand, the crowd next to the coffin all swallowed, as if they saw that one day last year, the examiner's skull was stuck by a cold iron nail. They couldn't help but be shocked and kept shaking their heads. Some even subconsciously shrunk their necks.

Lin Ling had been quiet on the side, because it was only him, and he was basically able to determine what he would see in advance. He looked at the county magistrate of Chang'ancheng, who had an extremely embarrassed expression, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, this is a doubt. Next, the investigation is a matter for the local government of Chang'an. I won't be involved anymore.

Shangguan Yangyu silently stared at the rusty nails for a long time. Suddenly, he looked up at the man and said coldly, "My investigation naturally doesn't need your participation. But I must remind you that when the time is ripe, I will naturally report this matter to the Ministry of Criminal Affairs and write a document to His Majesty. If I hear some rumors outside before I find the real culprit, don't blame me for involving the general.

Lin Ling crossed his hands in front of him and bowed, and then left the cemetery.

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Ning Que didn't know that the coffin of examiner Zhang Yiqi had been reopened by the Chang'an local government for review, and the iron nail he had stuck in his brain had also been discovered. So he didn't know that less than a year before he embarked on the path of revenge, a heavy haze had already enveloped his path.

He still felt that the sky was shining on the way forward, because in two days, it would be the first day of school on the second floor of the academy, and it was the time when he decided to take the risk.

On this day, spring is warm and the scenery is beautiful. In order to cheer up Xie Chengyun and the other six people in the magic skills course to the second floor, the students of the other academies went to eat an elegant and expensive feast. Among them, there was Ning Que, who was dragged by Situ Yilan.

Went on a trip outside and the headmaster hasn't come back yet, but the second floor of the college will soon be open. Not sure where this news came from. However, according to the response of the instructors, it has been basically determined that the second floor will be opened the day after tomorrow.

Everyone knew that it was difficult to enter the second floor of the academy, even more difficult than climbing into the sky. Those students knew very well that they probably would not encounter such a lucky thing as being blessed by Haotian. Therefore, the person who can enter the second floor should be Xie Chengyun or the other five magicians. So, after school, some people started showing up to encourage them.

This matter actually has nothing to do with Ning Que. As a classmate, he was forgotten by the students of the academy and became a nobody who was marginalized by others. No one expected that his entire mind would be focused on the second floor. After class, he planned to go to the old library to ask Professor Yu or Chen Pipi for advice, because he wanted to know if he could enter the second floor at his current level and condition. But before leaving, he was forced out of the academy by Situ Yilan.

In Ms. Szeto's words, no matter how unsocial he is, even if he is marginalized by his classmates, he needs to participate in this kind of group activity. If he shows up regularly and no longer walks alone in the woods and meadows like a ghost, then one day their resentment towards him will be resolved.

Ning Que never thought that he needed to work so hard to integrate into the social circle of his classmates in the academy, and exchange that attitude for a friendly environment, but Situ Yilan was extremely kind to him in his daily life. So, after thinking for a while, he also left the academy with the students and went to Chang'an City.

The students chose a meeting place in South Chang'an, a restaurant converted from an elegant and expensive mansion by the lake. Above the dining room hangs a plaque with the name of the liberator: House of Victory.

Victory House is the most upscale restaurant in Chang'an City, covering a vast area and extremely exquisite décor and furnishings. The guests were officials of the imperial court and wealthy people of the four cities. If the academy isn't famous enough, it's hard for them to book a table in the open air.

Now, the spring is warm and the grass grows taller. The mahogany trees outside the mansion have several layers of veil-like leaves, dancing with the spring breeze, which is beautiful. More than 100 young men and women smiled at the bar, or happily circled the lake, or lifted their veils and walked by, suddenly becoming the best place for them to have fun.

Ning Que stood in an ordinary corner, holding a small teapot in his hand, quietly looking at the cheerful classmates in the spring breeze. He thought that at the banquet, he might not see any enthusiastic faces. So, he sat in the corner in a daze and decided to leave early. So, he called the servants of Shengli Mansion, gave him some money, and asked someone to bring a message to Lin 47 Street. So, Sangsang can bring the carriage here and wait for him outside.

After a long time, the prodigal sons chose the most comfortable table next to the bar. The student couple of those lovers quietly entered the bamboo forest behind the veil. It is only then that the large lakeside terrace gradually quiets down. Situ Yilan, as the leader of the Chang'an Women's Army, stood up and said a few words generously, nothing more than wishing the six people good grades in the coming days in the process of magic skills, and also wishing all the students to make progress in their studies.

After this, a variety of nuts and delicate foods are served. The students started drinking and had a great time. In the most lively place, the students' flattery and blessings to those six people, including Xie Chengyun, could be clearly heard.

"I heard that the second floor is only recruiting one person this time." The childlike Linchuan Wang Ying looked at the big brothers and sisters beside him, then turned around and asked, "Did they have the same rules before?"

Xie Chengyun smiled and looked at all the classmates around him. He replied calmly: "Every time the second floor is opened, the rules are different. This time, only one person can be recruited. Although it is difficult, I will do my best to live up to the expectations of my classmates and repay the training of my teachers.

Zhong Dajun opened the fan with a snap and said with a smile: "Cheng Yun, you are in a state of doubt now. Even Professor Cao said that you are the most capable person in magic exercises, and I believe that you can go up to the second floor. "If you don't have faith, then who else will be able to get to the second floor this year?"

Linchuan Wang Ying thought about it and couldn't help but look slightly gloomy. His young face quickly showed a look of admiration for Xie Chengyun, and then said, "Brother Xie, if you really enter the second floor in the future, please remember to tell us what it's like inside." I'm really curious.