Xiao Lingyue scratched her hair depressedly, fell back on her back, and lay on the messy pile of straw, staring straight at the ceiling.
She murmured to herself: "It's best not to let me find out which bastard is plotting against me..."
When Xiao Lingyue had a headache in the prison.
the other side.
Zhan Beihan walked into the Criminal Department with a cold face.
As one of the six departments of the court, the Criminal Department has a wide area and a majestic door.
In addition to the lobby where cases are tried, there are also cells inside the Criminal Department specifically used to hold temporary prisoners.
On the other side of the cell, there are two special rooms that are terrifying.
One is the interrogation room, and the other is the widow's room, which is a place for the widow to conduct autopsies.
At this moment.
Cui Li, Zhao Chengwei, and Du Yanbo were standing at the door of the widow's house.
Seeing Zhan Beihan striding towards him, the three of them bowed their hands and said respectfully, "I have met the prince."
"No need." Zhan Beihan stopped and asked straight to the point, "How was the investigation?"
Cui Lidao: "Back to your lord, three officers from the Criminal Department are conducting a detailed examination on Mr. Shen." After a pause, he tactfully reminded: "It is not appropriate to watch the examination process. Your lord should wait outside the door for a while."
Zhan Beihan said calmly: "No need! I have seen many corpses, this one is worthy of me."
Cui Li had no choice but to get out of the way.
Zhan Beihan walked straight into the widow's house, followed by three people.
The ancients believed that the corpse should not be exposed to light, wind, or face.
Therefore, there were no windows in the widow's workshop, and kerosene was lit on all sides. The strong smell of blood could not escape, and mixed with the kerosene and special medicinal smell to form a disgusting smell.
This is the smell of death, which makes people instinctively feel uncomfortable.
Cui, Li and the other three subconsciously pinched their noses.
Zhan Beihan didn't care, and immediately looked at the inside of the room. On a simple wooden bed, the body of Mr. Shen was placed on it, with a white cloth covering his face.
Three gangsters with face coverings were busy.
"What was found about the body?" Zhan Beihan walked over and asked coldly.
He looked at the white cloth on the corpse's face, lifted it up and took a quick look.
A distorted blue and white face with angry eyes appeared in front of him. His gray hair was messy, and purple-red corpse spots had appeared on both sides of his cheeks, spreading dots to his back.
Cui Li, Zhao Chengwei and Du Yanbo all looked uncomfortable when they saw this and frowned.
Zhan Beihan's face remained calm.
The three gangsters came to their senses, bowed and apologized, and said: "Your Majesty, the three adults have almost finished the inspection."
"Similar to the preliminary examination, Mr. Shen did not have any traces of poisoning or trauma on his body. Before his death, he was lying face up, with his eyes wide open and his face distorted. It should have been caused by great pain."
"The body has not been moved for a long time after death, so the spots on the body are mostly concentrated on the back, arms and back of the thighs."
Zhan Beihan gently touched the old Marquis' head through the white cloth and saw many tiny purple-red blood spots on the back of his neck.
"What's this?"
Wu Zuo took a look and said hurriedly: "This should be the trace left by acupuncture." This chapter has been completed!