Zhao Chong imagined what he had entrusted to him before, so he couldn't help but walk back to the door again, watching his retreating figure, but he felt a little sad for no reason in his heart.

It seemed that the man's back was the only clue that connected her with the outside world.

As for her alliance with Liao Yingzhong, she actually had no idea how things would develop.

"Do you know Wei Dutou?" The bearded man approached the adjacent thick wooden fence and asked curiously.

"We just met today!" Zhao Chonghuan said calmly.

"Oh?" The bearded man didn't seem to believe it, "I just met him and he is willing to help you pass the message? It seems that you have a lot of background!"

Zhao Chonghuan glanced at him: "You are sober from your nap!"

The bearded man chuckled: "Isn't this a coincidence!"

Zhao Chonghuan ignored him and said coldly: "Don't wake up when you shouldn't!"

The bearded man's eyes flashed under his messy hair. Just as he was about to speak, two jailers rushed over from the other side of the room, and then he watched helplessly as they stopped outside the door of his new neighbor next door.

"Brother Zhao, everyone said that you can do autopsies and investigate cases. Please go over and take a look at the corpse over there first!" One of the little jailors looked a little surprised and looked Zhao Chonghuan up and down and said.

Zhao Chonghuan was stunned, but did not hesitate: "Excuse me!"

The little jailer took the key and opened the door, while the other jailer beside him, who still had a lock on his hand, vigilantly put the lock back on Zhao Chonghuan when she walked out of the cell door.

Zhao Chonghuan looked calm, put the lock on cooperatively, and then motioned for them to lead the way.

All this made the bearded man and the old man opposite him stunned for a moment. They couldn't help but stare at the scene in front of them with their mouths wide enough to swallow the chicken.

"What did this ugly boy do? He also conducted an autopsy? Did he commit suicide?" said the old man.

The bearded man was silent, but his eyes were deep and thoughtful.

Zhao Chonghuan soon followed the two jailers to Prison No. B.

There was a jailer standing in front of a prison cell, and Wei Xing was squatting inside, seeming to be observing something. Another jailer on one side was holding a candle to light him.

The prisoners in the surrounding circle gathered at the door to watch the excitement, standing on tiptoes and looking this way.

Some people looked a little frightened, others were just excited about the good thing, and then they whispered some secret information to each other with mysterious eyes.

"Dutou, Brother Zhao has brought us here!" the little jailer saluted.

"Invite her in!" Wei Xing replied, his eyes still falling on the scene in front of him.

Hearing this, Zhao Chonghuan approached and the slight sound of the lock made Wei Xing subconsciously turn his head to look.

"Why is it still locked?" He frowned.

The jailer immediately stuttered: "As usual, you have to be chained!"

"No problem! No problem! Don't embarrass them, Du Tou!"

Zhao Chonghuan didn't care. While she was talking, she had already reached the inside of the prison cell, but the scene in front of her made her frown slightly——

A prisoner dressed in blue cloth lay half-crouched on the straw, his hands clenched into fists, his face facing outwards was bleeding, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and his expression was painful and terrifying.

"This prisoner seems to have been poisoned to death!"

Wei Xing stood up and made way for Zhao Chonghuan. As he spoke, he personally took the candle from the jailer's hand and illuminated it for the latter.

When the jailers saw Deputy Wei Dutou acting like this, they all looked at each other in surprise.

However, when they thought about the scene today where everyone was discussing this unattractive young man wearing a chain and saving someone in the school grounds, they seemed to have some understanding.

"Come here and open the lock for Brother Zhao!" Wei Xing turned around and said.

The jailer didn't hesitate now and quickly came over and locked Zhao Chonghuan.

Zhao Chonghuan thanked him and bent down to examine the condition of the deceased carefully.

"I wonder if I could bring you a piece of paper and pen so I can record what I've examined?" she said gently.

When the little man heard this, he looked at Wei Xing. When he saw Wei Xing nodding, he quickly ran to find paper and pen.

Soon, I got paper and pen.

"Du Tou, please let me record it!" Zhao Chonghuan said.

Wei Xing listened and obeyed.

"Record - Prison No. B of the Imperial City Division, there is a corpse of a man, dressed in green cloth, neatly dressed. Lying on his side, body curled up, hands clenched into fists. Physical appearance is thin and short, about 5 feet 6 inches by visual inspection. There is bleeding from the seven orifices on the face.

, the blood was dark, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was horrified. There were fingernail scratches and blood marks on his neck, which were consistent with his finger marks. The body was still warm, and the time of death was less than a moment..."

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Chapter completed!