Chapter Twenty-Seven: Autopsy
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Even if there were many people in front of the door.
People of all shapes and sizes stood silently at the gate of the Patrol Mansion.
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A blue plaque was hanging from his waist.
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Jiang Wang hung his fourth-rank blue plaque on his person today, placing it beside the jade pendant given to him by his younger sister.
The green jade piece is slightly larger, while the white jade piece is slightly smaller.
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Stacked together, the two colors of green and white are distinct.
At a glance, Jiang saw Lin Youxie who was wearing a blue square headscarf.
She was still dressed in men's clothing, standing alone in the corner of the crowd.
Some people also tried to comfort her, but she remained expressionless, her eyes not moving at all.
> More people kept their distance from her silently.
The Four Great Qingpai Clans are indeed an indelible part of the history of the Qingpai system and have made indispensable contributions to its establishment and development.
But it eventually vanished.
In the grand history of qingpai, the contributions of the Four Great Qingpai Families deserve the respect of all qingpai captains. But within the qingpai system itself, there are inevitably disputes over the distribution of interests in practical terms.
How could He Yilin easily take the position of deputy inspector Of course, it was the patronage of the Four Great Qingpai Families. Even if he didn't have much actual power, at least in terms of rank, he was on the same level as Yang Wei.
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The disintegration of aristocratic families objectively released more positions, providing more opportunities for others.
Therefore, from the previous days when Li Yu received a cruel punishment to today's death of Ulule, for many people, it is difficult to say whether they are happy or sad.
Lin Youxie just stood there, motionless.
She didn't see Jiang Wang, or rather, she saw no one.
Uriel is dead, for those in the Qingpai system, it was a less iconic presence. It's a legendary curtain call in the Qingpai system.
Only Yu Lin had lost her last relative.
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Here are the mourners.
Zheng Shi, the Northern Barracks Prefect, naturally stood at the forefront, radiating an aura of both majesty and power, leading the entire Northern Barracks.
As soon as Jiang Wang walked past, the crowd silently moved aside, making way for a spot next to Zheng Shi—this was now the North Yard, the position that people tacitly acknowledged belonged to Jiang Wang.
Zheng Shangming, the son of the Northern Palace Commandant, could only stand behind them.
Jiang Wang walked to that spot, but instead of stopping, she continued walking forward.
"Lin Fushi, why don't you come over here"
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A crowd parted, making way from Jiang Wang to Lin Youxie.
Lín Yé, wooden-faced as he was, only then came to a realization. He turned his head.
Only Jiang Wang's strides were visible, and the hand reaching out.
She subconsciously stepped aside, naturally not giving way.
Jiang Wang had already grabbed her arm and was pulling her towards the front of the crowd.
Wherever you go, there is a way.
By the time she reacted, she was already standing shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Wang at the front of the line.
Zheng Shi remained silent on the matter, and the crowd was also hushed.
Jiang Wang's hand had already loosened, but Lin Youxie still seemed to feel the force of his grip on his arm.
The moment he walked through the crowd towards her, was imprinted in her hazy mind.
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Although her first instinct was to recoil, her eyes remembered clearly... This was in the cold, crumbling world, the only hand reaching out to her.
Ulie's body was sent back to Linzi as soon as it was discovered.
The cause of his death remains undetermined to this day.
Uri has already left Qingpai and is jobless, with no one to rely on, and he has died overseas...
What grounds does the Imperial City Inspection Department have to file a case What qualifications do they have to investigate
Even... Who would want to check
Uriel cast down the blue card, gaining his freedom but losing his protection.
To be blunt, his private investigation into the prestigious Dazeteda clan of Qi was a path leading straight to death.
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If the Tian clan truly wanted to kill him, who could say anything about it
At first, Zao Qianhuan attacked the Ulu Empire from overseas. Ulu had no choice but to dodge and retreat back to Qi territory. There was also no sign of anyone from the Imperial Patrol Department stepping up to reprimand him.
Of course, to put it simply, Wulie has left a colorful mark in the history of Qingpai.
Just by seeing how many people come to pay their respects today, one can tell the weight of his importance.
If the culprit is indeed Oze, it would inevitably provoke hostility from the entire Qingpai system. Perhaps we can't do anything directly about Urie's death for now, but life goes on. There will surely be some targeting in the days to come.
Perhaps the reason why Urile was able to investigate the Oaza family for so many years alone without ever being harmed is not only due to his own caution, but also to the fact that the Oaza family was wary of him.
In short, for Ozetada, killing Uriel wouldn't have immediate severe consequences but would certainly have deep negative repercussions. This is not in line with Ozetada's low-key approach in recent years. (Setting aside Tian Anping, Ozetada has indeed been very low-key in recent years.)
Therefore, the identity of the murderer remains unknown, and it is not necessarily that the Tian family committed the crime.
Then the question comes back… who is going to check
Jiang Wang stood silently before the crowd, and suddenly remembered something. She transmitted her voice to Zheng Shangming and asked, “How long will it take Tian Anping to break his seal”
Zheng Shangming hesitated and said, "He killed Liu Shen Tong in the 46th year of Yuan Feng... It will be ten years next year."
Obviously, this Master Zheng was also thinking along similar lines. Urie's sudden death, a renowned detective's corpse floating at sea – this disregard for life was too reminiscent of that madman...
Jiang Wang let out a sigh of relief.
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He wasn't sure if Tian Anping had seen him the last time he was in Qixing Valley. But such a dangerous person was bound to be unsettling.
However, this unease only briefly flitted past him before he resumed his practice.
When it truly comes to facing...
He will face.
A group of renowned figures within the Qing rank system stood silently at the gate of the Inspectorate, awaiting their turn.
This scene made several streets near Beiyagong very tense, and for a long time, not even the hawkers' calls could be heard.
The Northern Courtyard Commandant Zheng Shi couldn't help but glance at Jiang Wang beside him.
With so many people present at the funeral, each carrying different emotions, waiting.
There is anxiety, there is sadness, and there is anger.
In the end, it was still being suppressed.
Only this young, most dazzling prodigy of the present, was actually cultivating.
While others see diligence, he sees clarity.
Maintain your clarity amidst the crowd.
Jiang Wang is clearly someone with a clear goal and knows exactly what he wants.
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Previously, Zheng Shi had been puzzled why this young man would refuse the position of Northern Palace Cavalry Commander. Now, he understood...
After all, we walked different paths.
When Yang Wutong personally drove the carriage, it was already late at night.
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"I met Lao Wu at sea, and in Tiandu City I had a thin coffin made to temporarily store his body. We traveled day and night…" This explanation was given by the disciple of Yi Xingchen, a high-ranking official, who arrived looking dusty and weary.
Zheng Shizhi simply walked up to the coffin, pushed open the lid silently, and lowered his head to look at the person inside.
"Wu Lao..." He sighed, "I'm home."
The yamen was surrounded by a crowd of people.
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Almost all the card dealers wore a look of dejection.
To be honest, who among those who have struggled in the Qingpai system for years hasn't received some guidance from Wu Lie
Even some could not help but weep aloud, while others wept silently.
Of course there are those who rejoice at the downfall of a great building.
And there were those who secretly vowed to one day uncover the truth and avenge Lao Wu.
But in this atmosphere of universal sorrow, a tranquil voice arose—
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"I want to perform an autopsy."
Among the crowd, only Lin You had a stoic expression.
Yang Weitong looked at her and said, "Of course we need to conduct an autopsy. Lao Wu's death needs an explanation. That's what we do, but..."
According to common practice, those close to the deceased are generally not responsible for conducting autopsies. Their emotional state can fluctuate too much, easily leading to biased results... At the very least, they shouldn't be the first to conduct one, to avoid subjective findings and potentially destroy some clues.
Lin Youxie of course knew the rules. But she just repeated, "I want an autopsy."
Her eyes were too resolute, too stubborn.
There were many people present who could say they had watched her grow up. Watching the little girl from back then, step by step, become who she is today.
Now, she didn't trust anyone in the entire Beiya.
But who can't understand
Yang Weitong remained silent.
Zheng Shi sighed: "Let her have the test."
Lin Youxie then walked forward, lowered his head to look at the corpse for a moment, and reached out to close the coffin lid.
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His face still showed no emotion.
No sorrow, no tears.
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Jiang Wang silently stepped forward, lifted the coffin, and turned towards Beiyamen: "I'll help you."
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Lin Youxie didn't speak, just silently followed behind him.
The crowd made way for them.
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Two people, one coffin, walked straight to the morgue.
The path to the morgue leads through the North Bureau Jail, a route Jiang Wang was no stranger to.
Carrying the coffin, they walked past the bare iron house.
Soon, Zheng Shangming caught up.
It is only right that someone should observe during an autopsy.
Given that Jiang Wang and Lin Youxie are in agreement, it's definitely necessary for a third person to oversee the situation.
Zheng Shangming, who was also responsible for the Fenggu case with them, is clearly the best choice.
The balance of this situation, it is not someone like Zheng Shi who can grasp accurately.
Although all three of them were considered mid-level figures in the Qing pai system, the head coroner on duty still seriously recorded Wulie's body condition and asked the three of them to sign and seal before opening a separate morgue for them.
It's a coincidence that this morgue is right across from the one Jiang Wang last visited.
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If it had never been locked, both sides would have wide open doors. From here, one should be able to see Feng Gu's coffin.
Jiang Wang looked at the head arrester for a few moments before putting down the coffin he was carrying.
Speaking of which, the two corpses in the morgue both died from the same case. They have been struggling since that year and are considered to have died around the same time.
Feng Gu's coffin and Ule's coffin were placed opposite each other, as if in some unseen way, there was a kind of unspoken understanding between them.
Once the coroner had left the morgue, Zheng Shangming casually explained, "It's just procedure. It's normal to be strict, it's not directed at anyone. Please don't mind, Brother Jiang."
“What’s there to mind” Jiang Wang tugged at the corner of his mouth: “I’m just curious, it’s so strict here, how did that person get in last time”
Zheng Shangming fell silent for a moment before saying, "The person who snuck in last time was called Qi Song. He has an uncle named Qi Huai-chang."
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When he first mentioned this matter, he only vaguely alluded to it under the guise of the Yuxing Palace, without specifying who was involved.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Wang was so vengeful that she seized the opportunity to question him.
Though he and Jiang Wang might have different paths in life, destined not to be close friends, he didn't want to ruin their existing friendship. Compared to that, putting out news about Qi Song wasn't a big deal.
Qi Huai-chang was also one of the inspectors with real power, his position in Beiyagong wasn't lower than Yang Weitong's. It was really simple to arrange some people to enter the morgue.
"Oh, Deputy Envoy Qi!" Jiang Wang nodded to show understanding and then stopped speaking.
And at this moment, Lin Youxie had once again opened the coffin lid, exposing Uriel's corpse completely to the air.
This is a face she is very familiar with.
Because it was too familiar, it now seemed strange.
As far back as she could remember, Old Master Wu had always been old. This meant that when he attained divine apotheosis, he was already not young.
But the kind of "old" from before, vigorous and spirited, couldn't hide the immense power and that unwavering determination to break through everything.
Now it is dry and brittle, like a ring of bark, wrapping around a rotten log.
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God descends to the point of death and decay.
The autopsy tools were specially kept by the stone platform in the morgue.
But Lin Youxie only silently took out his own dark lacquered wooden box from the storage compartment.
Pulling out the top drawer, she selected a pair of gloves and put them on slowly.
Then, from the myriad of knives, I selected a two-inch long dagger with a sharp point.
And then close the wooden box.
The whole process was very peaceful.
Now, her small knife was in her right hand, and with her left hand she slowly unbuttoned the old man's clothing, gently pressing on his left shoulder blade.
The gaunt corpse before her, and the chill still palpable even through the gloves, described the facts silently—
The person who said, “I follow my own ‘law’, I walk my own path. I disregard everything, and fear neither humans nor ghosts,” no longer exists.
Your "Fa" is in the Blue Card, your "Dao" is in the Three Penal Palaces.
If it truly was a case of "recklessness," why would he give up everything he had at the Beiya after his friend's death and spend so many years searching alone
If you are someone who "doesn't shy away from humans or ghosts," how come you have treated me like your own family since I was little, taking care of me for so many years
There are so many questions, they can only be kept in my heart, and there will never be answers again.
Lin Youxie was silent.
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So, what is the point of pursuing the truth
What is the purpose of pursuing the truth
For the injustice suffered by one loved one, would you lose another
Facing the corpse before her, she doubted for the first time the path she had walked for so many years.
Jiang Wang and Zheng Shangming also fell silent, waiting for her to make a move.
Lin Youxie fell silent and landed the first strike. The bladetip pierced her shoulder, an inch and two deep. She skillfully pulled it diagonally down, carving a half-arc.
With a light flick of the small knife, the blade parted, revealing the distinct muscle fibers.
She looked at it carefully, memorized it, and then put the sliced meat back.
After simply cleaning it, he put away the small knife and took out a translucent fine awl, only slightly thicker than a nail but five inches long.
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With his left index and middle fingers, he moved a few steps along the body's side waist before pressing them down firmly. Then, very naturally, he thrust one finger into the flesh...
Jiang Wang and Zheng Shangming silently watched Lin Youxie, completing all the autopsy work.
From scalp to toe, from skin to organ, no possible lead was overlooked.
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She was so calm.
The movements are clean and precise, without any hesitation.
Even with the most discerning eye, not a single flaw can be found.
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Jing Shangming, who silently recorded the data of each aspect of the corpse in his heart, had to be amazed by this superb skill. Compared to Jiang Wang, with his family background, he could understand "skills" better.
But what surprised him even more was Lin Youxie's calmness as she packed up the wooden box.
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“Have you taken your medicine today” Jiang Wang lightly sniffed, then suddenly asked.
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Lin Youxie froze, his hand stopping mid-draw.
It turns out she had forgotten about fear.轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！