Xiao Lingyue grabbed her hair depressedly, fell backwards, laying in the messy pile of straw, staring at the ceiling with her eyes fixed on her face.
She murmured to herself, "It's better not to let me find out, which bastard is calculating me behind the scenes..."
When Xiao Lingyue was in the Heavenly Prison, she had a headache.
On the other side.
Zhan Beihan walked into the Ministry of Justice with a cold expression.
As one of the six departments of the court, the Ministry of Justice has a wide area and a majestic door.
In addition to the trial lobby, the Ministry of Justice also has a cell inside, which is specially used to detain some temporary prisoners.
On the other side of the cell, there are two special houses that are terrifying.
One is an interrogation room and the other is a coroner room, which is a place for coroner post-mortem examination.
At this moment.
Cui Li, Zhao Chengwei and Du Yanbo were standing at the door of the coroner's room.
Seeing Zhan Beihan strode, the three of them bowed and said respectfully: "I have seen the prince."
"Forgive." Zhan Beihan stopped and asked straight in with one sword: "How is it?"
Cui Li said: "Go back to the prince, three coroners from the Ministry of Justice are doing detailed inspections for Mr. Shen." After a pause, he reminded tactfully: "The inspection process is not suitable for watching, so the prince should wait outside the door for a while."
Zhan Bei said coldly: "No need! I have seen so many corpses, so this one is not bad."
Cui Li had no choice but to make way.
Zhan Beihan walked straight into the coroner room, and three people followed behind.
The ancients emphasized that corpses were not exposed to light, did not blow the wind, and did not show their faces.
Therefore, there are no windows in the coroner room, and tinder oil is lit on all sides. The strong bloody smell cannot be dissipated. It is mixed with tinder oil and special medicinal smell to form a disgusting smell.
This is the smell of death, which makes people feel instinctively physically uncomfortable.
Cui Li and the other two subconsciously pinched their noses.
Zhan Beihan didn't care at all. He immediately looked at the inside of the house. On a simple wooden bed, the body of Mr. Shen was placed on it, with a white cloth covering his face.
Three coroners with facial scarves on their faces are busy.
"What are the discoveries of the corpse?" Zhan Beihan walked over and asked coldly.
He looked at the white cloth on the corpse's face and opened it and glanced.
A blue and white twisted face, with an angry open face, her gray hair was messy, and purple-red corpse spots appeared on both sides of her cheeks, spreading to her back.
Cui Li, Zhao Chengwei and Du Yanbo all showed discomfort when they saw this and frowned.
Zhan Beihan's face was still very calm.
The three coroners came to their senses, bowed and claimed the crime, and said, "Prince, three lords, have almost finished the inspection."
"Just like during the preliminary examination, Mr. Shen did not have any poisoning or external injuries. Before he died, his face was facing up, his eyes were wide open, and his face was twisted. It should be caused by great pain."
"For a long time after death, the body was not moved, so the corpse spots were mostly concentrated on the back, arms and the back of the thighs."
Zhan Beihan gently tweaked 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?"
The coroner took a look and hurriedly said, "This should be a trace left by acupuncture." This chapter has been completed!