Chapter 337 Is it really going to be an autopsy? (2 more)
Every night, when some people start to come out to dance Nuo opera, other people in the village keep their doors and windows closed and dare not go out. They don't even take a look, for fear that they will be infected with strange diseases.
Shen Tianshu planned to take this opportunity to go out, and he would definitely not be discovered by the villagers.
After dinner, after she had prepared everything she needed, she heard a dispute coming from downstairs.
"Ms. Tong should not have been involved in this matter in the first place. Now that she is involved, I will definitely protect her."
"Your Majesty, I will bring more guards with me to protect Lady Tong, and she will be fine." Fan Yuru promised.
"Yes, Sir, we have so many people here, if we send half of them to follow Lady Tong, nothing will go wrong."
The Fan family father and son persuaded each other, but Li Zian still refused to let go.
"This time I got Lady Tong involved, so I took people to escort her to the mountains to open a coffin and conduct an autopsy." Qi Zihao's voice suddenly came from the door, "Don't worry, even if something happens to me, Lady Tong will not be let go." Something happened."
It was a good thing that Qi Zihao didn't come. This made Li Zian's determination to follow him even stronger.
His voice was full of anger that was about to be suppressed, and he said: "Who can stop me if I want to go!"
"Please think again, Your Majesty!" Fan Bingrong knelt directly in front of Li Zian and said earnestly, "If something happens to you here, how can I be worthy of the concubine, the prince and the princess? It's not difficult for me to kowtow to death here to apologize. It’s worth it just in case!”
"Master Fan, you..." Facing Fan Yuru and Qi Zihao, Li Zian was able to suppress them with the title of Prince.
But facing the veteran who had been with his father for more than twenty years and had been working hard and dedicated his whole life, Li Zian could not put on airs and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
"Please get up quickly, how can I bear this?"
"If the prince refuses to agree to this, I will not be able to kneel down today." Fan Bingrong really had no choice but to put on an old face and insist on making Li Zian change his mind.
Li Zi'an was unwilling in his heart, but he couldn't really let Fan Bingrong kneel here regardless, not to mention that the reason why he insisted on going was actually not that tenable...
"Yuru, you lead the people to protect Lady Tong. Everything else doesn't matter. Safety comes first."
"Yes!" Fan Yuru breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and agreed wholeheartedly.
Fan Bingrong stood up with the help of his subordinates, bowed to Li Zian and said, "I'm sorry, sir."
"That's all, I'm too willful."
Li Zian knows that the burden on his shoulders is too heavy now. It can be said that until his father recovers, he is the only hope of Prince Rui's palace.
This time, he beheaded first and then went directly to Juzhou with Shen Tianshu, which had already made Fan Bingrong heartbroken. The desks in the palace were probably full of advice to him at this time, and he would probably have to be talked about by the old ministers for a long time when he returned.
Before everyone left in the middle of the night, Li Zian was still worried and repeatedly warned that safety was the most important thing and not to show off.
Shen Tianshu and his party were led by Yan Laosan. Everyone walked quietly, avoiding the villagers' residences, and arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Qi Zihao had already been waiting there with a dozen of his men, and he even got a bamboo sliding pole from somewhere.
"Mrs. Tong, please sit down."
"Thank you, Mr. Qi." Shen Tianshu knew that he was slow on his feet and weak in physical strength. Walking would definitely slow down everyone, so he didn't show any pretense.
After Shen Tianshu sat on the sliding pole, two soldiers easily lifted her up.
The guards surrounded her and followed Yan Laosan towards the mountains.
The road in the mountains is already very narrow, and because few people usually walk on it, and no one takes care of it, the branches of many shrubs have stretched out onto the road.
Others were just walking, but Shen Tianshu was easily scratched by the outstretched branches while sitting on the sliding pole, so he could only try to push them away with his hands.
Qi Zihao was very careful and whispered: "A few more people should go to the front and open the branches, and be careful not to cut them, so as not to be discovered."
The group of people were all skilled and moved very quickly. They walked faster than Yang Fuming and Yan Laosan during the day. In less than half an hour, they arrived at the temporary coffin resting place in the mountains of Lujia Village.
In the mountain forest at night, under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees are swaying and the figures are everywhere. The atmosphere is already a bit scary.
Suddenly seeing so many dark coffins, lined up in front of them, the soldiers couldn't help but feel chills running down their backs, and they all took a step back.
Fan Yuru and Qi Zihao were both frightened and turned to look at Shen Tianshu, worried that she would be scared.
Unexpectedly, Shen Tianshu didn't change his expression. He got off the sliding pole and approached the group of coffins. He asked Yan Laosan: "Which coffins are these?"
Yan Lao Sanrao had seen him once during the day, and his hair stood on end at this moment. He didn't even react when he heard Shen Tianshu's question. He was poked by Qi Zihao and then said hurriedly: "Oh, here, there are six people in total. .”
Fan Yuru followed Shen Tianshu to the coffin and asked, "Mrs. Tong, what should we do next?"
Shen Tianshu stood in front of several coffins, clasped his hands, lowered his eyes and muttered a few words silently in his heart, and then simply said: "Open the coffins!"
Upon hearing this, Qi Zihao gave Shen Tianshu a thumbs up and said, "Ms. Tong is really a hero among women, Qi admires her!"
After he finished speaking, he ordered to his men: "Did you hear that? Open the coffin and be more agile with your hands and feet. Don't damage the things. They will be nailed back later!"
Several soldiers obeyed the order and came forward with crowbars in their hands to open the coffin.
Fortunately, these deceased persons all passed away in the past half month, and the coffins are not completely dry yet, so they are easier to handle.
The long nails of the first coffin were quickly pulled out, and the soldiers carefully moved the coffin lid aside and placed it on the ground, lighting a torch and shining it into the coffin.
Shen Tianshu covered his mouth and nose with a cloth, leaned forward and looked into the coffin.
Inside the coffin was a young man in his thirties, dressed in Dong costume, with a blue complexion. Something unknown was smeared on the body, and there was no sign of corruption.
Qi Zihao came up to take a look, then immediately looked away and asked curiously: "Can you tell just by looking at it like this? Is it possible to check the pulse of the deceased?"
"How is that possible?" Shen Tianshu said, taking out the things he brought and spreading an oilcloth on the ground. "Can you please lift the body out of the coffin and place it on this oilcloth."
"Lift it, lift it out?" Qi Zihao was stunned when he heard this, and then saw that Shen Tianshu had untied a long leather curtain and placed it on the oilcloth.
Many knives and silver needles of different shapes were fixed inside the long curtain, shining coldly and pitifully in the moonlight.