The old man saw clearly now. The old man lying on his back on the ground was indeed the old man Zhang from the yamen. This old man Zhang had been fighting in the yamen for decades. His mother died early and didn't leave him any one. After he liked to drink a few taels every day. When he was drunk all day, he was sober that he was thrown into the wine glass with hundreds of liters of money. The family was bare and wanted to ask for another wife, but no family wanted to give him a daughter to him. So he lived a long life with a bachelor. Fortunately, he was very responsible and never made any mistakes. So the yamen kept him.

Look at him sleeping in the alley like this, can he get drunk?

The old man shouted: "Old Zhang, where did you fill the yellow soup? Let's run away from this corpse? Get up quickly, the ground is cold in the morning, be careful of your old bones! Hey!Old Zhang!"

He screamed, squatted down to shake him, and then reached out to pat his face, trying to wake him up. The place where he started was cold and smooth, and he couldn't see clearly what it was. He wiped a handful and picked it up and put it in front of him. Before he could see clearly what it was, he could already smell a large smell of alcohol and the sour smell of vomit.

"Oh my mother, you are so old-fashioned. You're so old-fashioned. You've spitted all over your hands. Don't drink that much if you don't have a dose. How about it? You're finished playing now? You can't move on the ground, right? Hehehe, okay, I won't sell the spring rolls behind me anymore. Help you home! Get up! Get up!?"

The old man grabbed one of Lao Zhang's arm and wanted to pull him up, but he found that Lao Zhang's arm was so strong that it would not bend on his shoulder! He didn't pull him halfway, but he straightened up!

The old man felt something strange and looked at his face. In the morning light, his eyes were staring straight ahead without moving. He was so scared that he shivered and quickly put Lao Zhang's head down. This was not the eyes of a living person. He was shocked in his heart, - Could it be, is this old guy dead?

The old man's heart was beating wildly, his hands tremblingly, and he went to explore his breath.

After exploring this, there was no breath!

"My God!" the old man screamed, sat on the ground with his butt, climbed back a few steps, turned around, ran away, suddenly mixed himself on the load he was resting on the ground, and fell to the ground with the load.

The old man didn't care about the pick, so he quickly got up, shouted and rushed to the end of the alley: "It's dead! Lao Zhang, who beat the other side, died in the alley! Someone is here..."

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When Situ Ce and He Lanbing took the constable and followed the magistrate to the murder alley, the alley was already crowded with people, chattering and talking, as if the fried soybeans were sprinkled with water.

The first person in this street to get the news came immediately and found that Lao Zhang was indeed dead. So he led people to block both ends of the alley and prevented people from coming in. At the same time, he sent someone to report to the officials.

The magistrate appeared in the scene just to show off, so his sedan chair was parked at the entrance of the alley, and a chair was placed next to the sedan chair, and the two masters were savoring tea to investigate the scene.

Situ Ce carried a cloth-wrapped on-site inspection box, and a few coroners, including Helanbing, entered the alley.

Seeing the body from afar, Situ Ce stopped and said to Helanbing: "Brother Furong, let me do the on-site investigation and corpse examination. You can just wait for me here."

He Lanbing frowned: "The autopsy should be left to the coroner for on-site investigation, let's do it together."

Situ Ce shook his head and said, "Brother Furong, it's not that I don't trust you. The spells my master taught me must be performed without others. Moreover, the fewer people enter the scene, the higher the accuracy rate. I will call you over after I finish the examination. As for the autopsy, I believe I am more competent than coroners."

After hearing this, Helanbing nodded slightly: "Since that's the case, then I'll be working hard. I'll wait for you here. Call me if you have any needs."

"OK!"

Situ Ce followed the corner of the wall and observed the traces on the ground and walked slowly forward, so as to avoid destroying the footprints of the suspects who might exist in the middle of the road. According to regular inspection, it should be to use an overhead wooden bridge to avoid damage traces and to avoid leaving some trace evidence of the inspectors themselves. However, the equipment in this area has not been made yet, so he decided to find time to customize one.

When I came to the corpse, this was an old man with gray hair very scattered and his headscarf was taken off. He lay on his back in the alley, his face, chest and the ground were covered with vomit. He was wearing a short shirt and jacket, his arms were exposed, and there was some muscles. Some blood was scattered on the ground, and a gong was thrown in the corner of the wall.

After searching, no other physical evidence was found. He squatted next to the corpse, the corpse was covered in smell of alcohol and the sour smell of vomit. Situ Ce did not frown and began to check the surface of the corpse.

When checking the joints of the limbs, it was found that the corpse zombies existed in various joints, the corpse zombies existed on the back, and the acupressure faded. The cornea of ​​the eyes was basically transparent, which indicated that the death time should not exceed twelve hours, or six hours. He took out a thermometer to measure the liver temperature of the deceased. Comprehensive judgment was that the death time of the deceased was about ten to twelve hours. That is, the second day.

The deceased's fingernails and toenails were cyanotic, which was a sign of suffocation. A large area of ​​the crotch was wet and the stool smelled. The deceased's urination and defecation were incontinence, which usually occurred when death occurred.

When I opened my eyelids, I found that the eyelid conjunctiva and the bulb conjunctiva were scattered at the bleeding point, which is another sign of suffocation and death.

There are blockages in the mouth and nose cavity with shapes and types, and the lips are cyan and swollen. There is a crack in the back of the brain, a blood scab near the wound, and a small pool of blood on the ground on the back of the brain.

Situ Ce opened the inspection box, took out the cotton swab, and extracted several blood marks on the ground and the blood marks on the wound on the back of the deceased's head. He took out the anti-human hemoglobin detection reagent strips to test, and found that they were all human blood. Then he used abo blood type detection card for testing, and they were all type b blood, and the blood type at the wound on the back of the deceased's head was also type b.

All these blood stains were left by the deceased? Situ Ce did not rush to draw this conclusion. Because the blood type can only be excluded and cannot be the same.

Situ Ce carefully examined the nails of the deceased's hands, and found several pieces of light red minced meat in the cracks of the nails of the deceased's right hand! Although from now on, the deceased may have died of suffocation due to vomiting caused by drunken vomiting, and the possibility of accidents is relatively high, Situ Ce still carefully extracted the minced meat from the nails.

Situ Ce waved and called Helanbing over and said, "I have finished the survey. I basically have no things to move the site, except for extracting some blood samples. So it will not affect your survey."

Helanbing said: "Have you found out? How did the deceased die?"

Situ Ce glanced at the scene and said in a deep voice: "There are no signs of killing him yet. It is initially suspected that the deceased vomited after being drunk, then fell down, injured the back of the head and fell, and the vomit blocked his mouth and nose and died of death."

An old coroner who was following Helanbing sighed: "Oh! Old Zhang is a drunkard, drunk every day. I once told him not to drink like this, otherwise, he would die in the wine one day. That's right!"

He Lanbing shook the golden folding fan in his hand a few times and asked Situ Ce: "So, is Lao Zhang dead by an accident?"
Chapter completed!