Because of his frown, Master Shangguan Yangyu's two triangular eyes looked even more ugly. He lightly smoothed his beard under his chin, looked at Lin Ling with disgust and said, "Although you got the return order from the military headquarters,
The Tianshu Office has also proved your identity. Naturally, this government will not punish you for leaving the military camp, but you should know that the case has been closed for many days. Because of your unfounded words, the coffin will be opened and re-examined. This is another case.
What kind of statement is that?"
Listening to these words, you knew that the previous conversation between the two parties in the Chang'an Mansion Yamen was not smooth, let alone pleasant. After a moment of silence, Lin Ling said softly: "Master Fu Yin, if Chang'an Mansion insists on not opening the coffin,
After repeated inspection, I said that I can’t take down my position and I can only ask someone from the military department.”
"Are you using the military department to put pressure on me?" Shangguan Yangyu has never been a strong-willed person, but now he has the chance to sit at the head of the Chang'an City government office. How can he lose face in front of his subordinates?
He reminded with a sneer: "The person buried in the tomb is the censor. Even if the case changes, it is still a matter of public security in the capital. If I don't say anything, even the military has no reason to interfere. Could it be that I want to go to the imperial court and negotiate with him?"
Is your general going to court?"
Lin Ling thought about the military advisor's instructions before leaving. Looking at the Chang'an Prefecture Yin, he suddenly understood something and said with a smile: "Sir, I just discovered some doubts, so I informed the Chang'an Prefecture. I think your Excellency, since
Naturally, I have some interest in coming to the cemetery, but I don’t know what my lord has to be careful about, so please speak up.”
Shangguan Yangyu's face softened a little. He stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then said expressionlessly: "Any case where there are doubts, whether it is a censor or an ordinary citizen, I will naturally take charge of the affairs of the officials and people of Chang'an City on behalf of your majesty."
Research and judge carefully, but you must be clear that this matter has nothing to do with the military department, and it has nothing to do with General Xiahou."
Lin Ling understood the hidden meaning of Master Fu Yin's words. After thinking about it for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked for instructions: "I returned to Beijing from my humble position for official business, but I accidentally discovered...that there is something wrong with the remains of the imperial censor in the tomb?"
"That's exactly the truth." Shangguan Yangyu glanced at him indifferently and said, "And you must remember that no matter what the result of the coffin opening is later, until the suspected real culprit is found, you can only investigate secretly, especially
We can't let the lady in the Yushi Mansion hear about it."
After hearing this, a subordinate official stood aside and said in a dilemma: "Sir, if you want to open the coffin for an autopsy, you must notify the Yushifu. Otherwise, if there is a lawsuit in the future, it will be difficult for us to gain justice."
Shangguan Yangyu listened to the advice of his subordinates and did not answer, but still looked at Lin Ling quietly. The meaning expressed by this behavior is very clear. You have to take the blame for opening the coffin without asking the owner of the suffering.
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He could not use the name of the military department and General Xiahou, and he would have to take the blame if there was any disagreement afterwards. A bitter smile appeared on Lin Ling's face, thinking that the officials in Chang'an City, no matter who they had dealt with in the past few days,
Why are the clerks and Mr. Fu Yin, who came here in person today, so slippery and careless?
If it were another situation, Lin Ling would definitely not take the blame. Without the two flags of the military and the general to protect him, even if he is a great telepathic master in the Dongxuan Realm, he would still feel a little uncomfortable in the face of the anger of the Yushizhai.
Trouble, but the general had strict orders, and he was very sure that there was indeed something wrong with the remains in the tomb, so after thinking silently for a moment, he looked at Lord Shangguan Yangyu and nodded heavily, and said, "As you wish."
"Very good." Shangguan Yangyu's expression was calm, but he began to feel anxiety rising deep in his heart. Since this great master from the Northeast Frontier Army dared to take such a big blame, it meant that he had no idea about the situation in the tomb.
It is extremely certain that in this way, it seems that there is really some conspiracy hidden in the death of Censor Zhang Yiqi?
The workers were waiting beside the censor's tomb with all kinds of tools. When the spring day reached its peak, when the Yang Qi was at its strongest, with a shout, workers transferred from the cemetery were working on the censor's tomb in Chang'an Prefecture.
Under his command, the tomb that had been cleaned up by his family members yesterday turned into a noisy construction site.
The tomb was opened from the back, and a dark coffin lay quietly in the slightly damp tomb. The workers set up wood on the tomb, tied seven ropes, and shouted, and it took a long time to lift the heavy coffin.
stand up.
As the coffin was opened, Shangguan Yangyu quickly covered his nose with a handkerchief. After a moment, he realized that he didn't smell any offensive stench. He frowned and looked inside through the crowd, only to see Wu Zuo.
As he was half-crouching and concentrating on the autopsy, he could vaguely see some bones or burial artifacts.
After a while, Wu Zuo walked outside the crowd, bowed respectfully to Shangguan Yangyu, and took off the oil mask covering his mouth and nose. His voice was accompanied by the strong smell of peppermint oil.
"Sir, I haven't found anything suspicious."
"Huh?" Shangguan Yangyu heard this and looked at Lin Ling, who was silent beside him. There was no anger or disappointment after being teased in his eyes, only questioning, because he knew that things were definitely not that simple.
Lin Ling looked at Wu Zuo and asked, "Have you checked the head of Mr. Censor?"
"Of course we checked." Wu Zuo didn't know his identity and answered very rudely.
After Lin Ling was silent for a long time, he looked at Shangguan Yangyu and said, "There is a hard object stuck in the censor's skull. I am not sure whether it is a nail or some other murderous weapon."
Shangguan Yangyu looked at him and sneered, thinking that his subordinates would never covet this first opportunity. As long as it was delayed for a few moments, you couldn't hold it in any longer. He said with a smile: "A great telepathic master uses telekinesis."
Looking at the remains of the deceased is said to be extremely unlucky and taboo, so I can understand that you have been silent before."
Lin Ling's face turned pale, and he smiled bitterly at himself and said: "In order to maintain the dignity of Tang law and redress the grievances of imperial officials, there are some rules that can only be temporarily ignored at this critical moment."
"That's good." Shangguan Yangyu raised his chin slightly and said indifferently: "So if you find anything else, you'd better make it clear in advance, so as not to let the people in this house waste their time and effort."
Lin Ling calmly agreed, then no longer made any cover-up, and walked directly to the black coffin with Shangguan Yangyu and Wu Zuo. He raised his arm and pointed at the remains covered by cloth, and said: "It should be retracted.
It’s in the scalp, so it can’t be seen with the naked eye. You can find the problem by removing all the fur and scalp.”
The government officials who opened coffins for autopsy were very respectful of the deceased and would rarely disembowel them. What's more, the person lying in the coffin was the imperial censor of the Tang Dynasty. Hearing that he wanted to peel off his entire scalp, the officials couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
He glanced at Master Fu Yin, rubbed his hands and asked, "Sir?"
"Do it." Shangguan Yangyu said coldly: "If no problem can be found, someone will naturally take the initiative to plead guilty to the court. The anger of the Yushifu will never fall on a little person like you."
Lin Ling stood silently next to the coffin, smiled bitterly and shook his head. Thinking that it was already this time, he still did not forget to reiterate that this man did not look like the high-ranking governor of Chang'an, but more like a vulgar local official.
At this time, the officials and servants of Chang'an Mansion gathered around the coffin and drove away the curious cemetery workers. They looked at the movements of the coffins and couldn't help but wonder what was under the scalp.
The remains of the censor in the coffin have long since rotted, and the cloth band that tied up the hair was left behind at some point. The scattered and thin hair stuck to the scalp. Qianzuo carefully removed the fur and the mud-like scalp underneath, and then
Splash water on the slightly yellowish-white skull and wipe it with a piece of cloth several times.
A very small small wound appeared on the top of the skull, covered with unknown blood or clotted rotten flesh. As the cloth was wiped and rinsed with water, it became clearer and clearer until the contents of the wound could be seen.
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The officials and servants surrounding the coffin all held their breaths. Shangguan Yangyu's frown became even more severe. With the movements of the sharp-nosed iron pliers in his hands, everyone's bodies became more and more tense and stiff.
Like pulling out a rusty knife from the bones, a harsh and terrifying sound rang out from the coffin. The corpse's forehead was covered with sweat. He pressed the cloth on the corpse's head with one hand to prevent it from being torn off by himself. He slowly used force with the other hand and finally pulled it out.
The hard object hidden in the head of the censor's remains.
It was an extremely long iron nail. It was unknown whether it had been soaked in blood or corpse water for too long. The iron nail was already covered with rust, but the front end was still extremely sharp.
Looking at the iron nail in Wu Zuo's hand, everyone around the coffin took a breath of air, as if they had seen the terrifying scene of a cold-glow iron nail being driven into the censor's head one day last year. They couldn't help but
Jialian shook his head in horror and shock, and some even shrank their necks subconsciously.
Lin Ling stood aside and remained silent and calm, because he was the only one among the people present who was basically sure in advance what he would see at this moment. He looked at the extremely ugly Lord Chang'an Prefecture Yin and said calmly: "Sir, there is a doubt.
It has already appeared, and the next investigation is a matter of Chang'an Mansion, so I will no longer be involved."
Shangguan Yangyu stared at the rusty nail in silence for a long time. Suddenly he raised his head and looked at the man and said in a cold voice: "Of course I don't need your participation in solving the case, but I must remind you that matters that should be reported to the Ministry of Justice should be reported to the Ministry of Justice."
The government will naturally report the matter to His Majesty, and I will naturally write a memorial. But if you hear some words outside before I find out the real culprit, don’t blame me for dragging the general in."
Lin Ling clasped his hands in agreement and then left the cemetery calmly.
Ning Que didn't know that the censor Zhang Yiqi's tomb had been reopened, the Chang'an Mansion had reopened the autopsy, and the iron nail he had driven into the opponent's head had been discovered. So he didn't know that the road to revenge he had just embarked on was worse than the one he had just embarked on.
In the year, a thick haze has thickly covered my future.
He felt that his future was extremely bright, because in two days the second floor of the academy would be opened, and that was when he decided to give it a try.
On this day, Chun, Jingming, and other students from the academy went to the second floor to cheer for Xie Chengyun and the other six people from the technical department, and went to a certain noble house to have a banquet. Among them was him who was forcibly pulled away by Situ Yilan.