LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 22
The next morning, Song Zhen got up early and went to the government office with Di Renjie.
Currently, he lives with Di Renjie.
Originally, Di Renjie could have gone to Bingzhou to take up his post as Bingzhou Fa Cao, but because Song Zhen's case was not settled, he was still a criminal and could not leave the city, so Di Renjie continued to stay in Bianzhou.
"Hello, Fa Cao Di." The clerk greeted him respectfully.
Di Renjie's identity has changed. He is now a Fa Cao of Bingzhou, but he has not yet taken office, so it is okay for the clerks to call him Fa Cao Di.
This was requested by Governor Lu, who was afraid of Di Renjie.
For no reason, children are fighting, why call the parents?
Young people have no martial ethics!
Lu Yang rubbed his buttocks, forty strokes of the board really hurt.
He was severely criticized by the higher authorities in the case of Zhao Siniang, and was caned forty times on the grounds of improper supervision.
In addition, this year's salary should be deducted.
Governor Lu felt very aggrieved. Wasn't I not here? I also made efforts afterwards.
Why did you hit me? It's fine if you hit me, but why did you deduct my money? Woohoo...
Now he just wants Di Renjie to move away quickly, for fear that he will do something weird again.
At this time, Yanzu will ask, there is no law officer in Bianzhou? Why is Di Renjie always trying cases?
Of course there is a law officer, but people see that you, Di Renjie, are so hardworking and capable, and they are happy to be idle.
I just need to stamp and sign the report document.
Anyway, I am paid a fixed salary, so isn't it good to slack off?
As for Governor Lu, he just wanted to leave Fengqiu County, and another murder happened.
There is no way. As a leader, he can't be absent from such things.
Mainly because he is afraid that his subordinates will pretend to obey and disobey like last time.
Because Zhao Mingfu disappeared and the chief historian was dismissed and imprisoned, Governor Lu had to come forward.
In the case of Zhao Siniang, the key figure, Fengqiu County Mingfu Zhao Youguang, is still missing, and he is most likely killed.
It is impossible that he committed suicide. If he did, his body would have been found long ago.
Unless he was so depressed that he ran to the top of the mountain and jumped down.
But the problem is that when he left, the Dongchuang incident had not yet been exposed, and he had no reason to run away.
The disappearance of Zhao Youguang cast a stain on this case.
Under the leadership of Di Renjie, Song Zhen came to the charity cemetery, which was underground and relatively cool, suitable for storing corpses.
"Di Facao." The coroner Zhang San stood up and saluted.
Di Renjie was helpless that they called him Facao, and had no choice but to let them call him, but he still called himself Panzuo outside.
"Did you find any problems?"
Zhang San shook his head: "I checked the body with the coroner and didn't find anything wrong."
"What was the cause of death?"
"I don't know."
"......" Without a cause of death, it is very unfavorable to the investigation of the case.
Di Renjie continued to ask: "Have you ever considered that he died of poisoning?"
"The coroner who came is not a doctor but a monk. How can I know?"
"......" How come you don't know anything?
Zhang San handed over the written body grid. Di Renjie glanced at it and saw only a few numbers.
[The body is intact, the quality is good, the cause of death is unknown, and it's over. 】
Di Renjie suddenly felt a headache. What can you tell from your autopsy report?
What do you mean the body is intact? There is a bruise on the forehead, okay?
Not professional at all!
Compared with Song Zhen, it's a world of difference.
Actually, we can't blame Zhang San. After all, the coroners of this era were temporary workers and had not systematically learned how to perform autopsies.
It was not until Song Ci wrote "Xiyuan Jilu" that coroners and coroners began to learn systematically, and gradually developed into forensic medicine in later generations.
"Di Facao, can I leave now?" Zhang San was still rushing home to slaughter pigs.
"Wait a minute, stay and take a look."
Song Zhen had already walked to the side of the deceased. Compared with two days ago, the body had changed.
He put down the box and took out tools from it.
"Look, this is called professionalism." Di Renjie couldn't help but admire.
He had never thought that there would be so many gadgets to prepare for autopsy?
The things Song Zhen asked him to collect the day before yesterday, he was still very curious at the time, but now he saw that it was for autopsy?
Song Zhen looked at the corpse and frowned at first sight. He turned back and asked Zhang San: "What did you do to the corpse?"
Zhang San replied: "I saw this dead man looking at me with his eyes open, which was scary, so I closed his eyes for him."
"..." Di Renjie and Song Zhen were speechless. Fortunately, they were the first to arrive at the scene, otherwise they would have missed the key information.
Song Zhen took a deep breath and taught: "The corpse should be kept in its original state when it died, and don't move it."
ZhangZhang San opened his mouth and looked at Di Renjie, but he still didn't say anything.
Song Zhen put on gloves made of linen. He first opened the eyelids of the deceased and found that the pupils had begun to gradually dilate.
"Record!"
Zhang San was confused for a moment, stared at by Di Renjie, and he hurried to Song Zhen to record it.
"The deceased, a Hu man, male, died two days ago."
"Dying with eyes open, pupils of equal size and roundness."
Zhang San groaned, and he asked carefully: "Excuse me, how do you write pupils?"
Song Zhen: "..."
"Non-fatal bumps and skin injuries on the forehead."
"The face is pale, the lips are the same, and extend to the ears."
"The whole body is intact, and dark purple corpse spots are beginning to spread."
"Two days after death, there is no blood flowing out of the mouth, eyes, nose, and ears, and the nail color is normal, not purple or black."
Then, Song Zhen reached under the buttocks of the deceased and touched it.
"The anus is fine, no swelling."
Zhang San asked curiously, "What does this mean?"
"It means that the deceased may not have died of poisoning." Song Zhen patiently explained, "However, some toxins cannot be observed with the naked eye, and further testing is required."
Song Zhen took out a thin silver needle and carefully inserted it into the throat of the deceased. He took it up and saw that it did not turn black.
So he inserted the silver needle into the anus of the deceased again, and after taking it out, he found that there was still no change.
Song Zhen pointed to the box and said to Zhang San, "Go and steam the vinegar."
"Oh, okay." Zhang San hurried out of the room, took out a container, poured the vinegar into it, and started a fire to steam it.
Di Renjie walked over curiously and asked, "What is this for?"
Song Zhen explained, "If the deceased has been taking poison for a long time and the death is caused by the accumulation of toxins in the body for too long, you can use hot vinegar to clean from the abdomen from bottom to top, and the poison in the body can be forced to the throat."
Di Renjie sighed again, this is professionalism.
"Big, big..." Zhang San didn't know the young man's name, "The vinegar is ready."
"Bring it here."
Zhang San held the small pot and gently put it down. Song Zhen threw a piece of absorbent cloth into it to soak it.
Then, he picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked out the coarse cloth, and washed the body from the abdomen from bottom to top.
After doing everything, he slowed down, and he inserted the silver needle deeply into the throat of the deceased again, and turned it a few times.
Song Zhen pulled out the silver needle and squinted his eyes to observe its changes carefully.
No color change.
The same steps, but in the opposite direction, Song Zhen finally inserted the silver needle into the valley of the deceased.
"How is it?"
"It can be basically confirmed that the deceased did not die of poisoning." Song Zhen took off his gloves and put away the tools. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Di Renjie frowned and thought, if it was not poisoning, how did he die?
As I said, if the cause of death cannot be found, it will be difficult to handle the case further.
Song Zhen closed his eyes and recalled what he saw that night.
He noticed two details!
The first detail was that the deceased had a food resistance, either he didn't like to eat, or eating was bad for his health.
The second detail was that the deceased's right hand was tightly grasping his chest when he died.
Chest, chest, chest?
Song Zhen suddenly opened his eyes! He noticed that there was a very subtle purple-black on the chest of the corpse, which could not be found at all if he didn't observe carefully.
He ran over and knocked, feeling the vibration. Sure enough, there was something inside!
"I know!"
"What? What did you find?" Di Renjie was overjoyed.
"The deceased died of a heart attack!"
"Heart attack?"
Song Zhen put his hand on his chest and pointed with his finger: "The heart, in this era, should be a square inch of land."
"The heart is mainly responsible for the blood circulation in a person."
"Forget it, I'll draw it for you."
Song Zhen drew on the paper and said: "Look, this is a person."
"The blood in a person's body flows like this, and the heart is a pump."
Di Renjie asked in confusion: "Pump? What is it?"
"It's..." Song Zhen was stunned, as if these modern knowledge were a bit difficult to explain to the ancients.
"In short, Chinese medicine takes the pulse, and the pulse beats in sync with the heart. Once the heart suddenly stops working, the person is likely to die suddenly. Do you understand?"
Di Renjie suddenly realized: "So that's it, you mean, the deceased died of a problem with his heart?"
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