An Autopsy
Chang Yiyan nodded.
He dragged his cumbersome body up from the ground, wiped his tears, and walked out of the mourning hall. However, he suddenly stopped and said to Ji Yunshu, "You're still alive.
He suddenly stopped and said to Ji Yunshu, "Brother Ji, my father was most afraid of getting dirty when he was alive. I want him to be buried neatly without dirtying his clothes, alright?"
In other words, don't you dare dissect my father!
Otherwise, my father won't let you off even if he turns into a ghost!
Ji Yunshu nodded in affirmation.
After Chang Yiyan left, Ji Yunshu also began to deal with serious matters.
She walked to the side of the coffin and looked inside.
Inside, Old Master Chang's face was pale with a tinge of green. His eyes were sunken, his cheekbones were protruding, and the corners of his lips were sunken. It was obvious that he had been dead for a few days. Fortunately, it had been raining for the past few days, and the corpse had been sprinkled with honey locust powder and atractylodes atractylodes.
"Do you have gloves?"
Steward Chang hurriedly ordered for a pair of gloves and a chair to be brought over.
He respectfully said to Jing Rong, "Your Highness, why don't you take a seat? I'll order someone to brew a pot of tea."
Brew tea?
In the mourning hall?
Jing Rong's mouth twitched as he sat on the chair. "There's no need for tea."
This prince doesn't like to drink tea in the mourning hall.
What bad luck!
Steward Chang's mouth twitched. He retreated to the side and didn't say anything else.
Jing Rong's eyes were fixed on Ji Yunshu without blinking.
Watching this little scholar solve cases had always been his favorite part of it.
Exciting!
Ji Yunshu put on her gloves and reached her hand into the coffin. She gently turned Old Master Chang's head over, revealing the strangulation mark on his neck. The mark left by the hemp rope was clearly visible, red with a hint of green. Other than that mark, there was nothing else.
Then, she pried open Old Master Chang's mouth. His tongue was at the bottom, and the tip of his tongue was curled up. His hands were curled inward, and his legs were straight. All the evidence pointed to his death by hanging.
Could it be …
Was it really suicide?
Three people committed suicide together?
That didn't make sense!
Could it be a vengeful spirit?
No, there was no such thing as a vengeful spirit in this world.
Fang Mingshan stepped forward. "Teacher Ji, how is it? Did you find anything? "
"The deceased did commit suicide."
"That … That means there's no murderer?"
Ji Yunshu frowned. "Not necessarily."
"How so?"
"If the deceased chose to commit suicide, why did he struggle so hard when he made the choice? His hands were curled up to a large degree, and when he died, his eyes were wide open and his face was ferocious? "
Everyone looked at her eagerly, wanting to continue listening.
Instead, she turned to Steward Chang and asked, "Do you still have the clothes that Old Master Chang was wearing when he died?"
"Yes."
"Please fetch it for me."
"Is there anything wrong with the clothes?"
"Let me have a look first. Without substantial evidence, I can't say for sure."
Steward Chang replied with an "oh" and immediately ordered someone to bring the clothes over.
Rich people's clothes were indeed different. They wore high-class brocade robes with exquisite embroidery. Even their boots were the same. They were comparable to Jing Rong's boots.
Ji Yunshu examined the clothes carefully and suddenly noticed a stain on the cuff. She touched it and sniffed it, but she couldn't tell what it was.
A moment later, she noticed the shoes. It was raining heavily on the night of Old Master Chang's suicide, so the soles of the shoes were covered in mud.
Therefore, this was very normal!
But there was one thing …
The design of the shoes was very strange. The soles were not flat, and the center of the soles was uneven and not close to the ground.
Thereupon …
She compared the shoes with the deceased's.
Her gaze suddenly darkened, and she silently took the shoes away.
Just as she did so, her eyes caught a glimpse of a tattoo on the deceased's ankle.
The design of the tattoo was very unique. It was a moon, and next to the moon was an 'X' shape.
Ji Yunshu wasn't a rare sight for wealthy families to have tattoos on their bodies, but this design piqued her curiosity.
She asked Steward Chang, "Why would your Old Master have such a design on his body?"
Steward Chang replied, "I'm not sure."
Ji Yunshu didn't ask further. "Sorry for the trouble. The body has been examined. Can it be buried tomorrow morning?"
Fang Mingsan hurriedly asked, "Teacher Ji, did you find anything?"
Ji Yunshu didn't say anything and ordered someone to bring Old Master Chang's clothes and shoes to the yamen.
How could they bring back the clothes and shoes if they didn't properly examine the corpse?
What did that mean?
On the way back to the yamen, Ji Yunshu was in deep thought.
Jing Rong reached out and nudged her. "Tell me, what evidence did you find? You can only tell me when you get back."
Ji Yunshu stared at him.
"Others might not know what you're thinking, but this Prince does. Tell me, is there a problem with the clothes and shoes?"
"Yes, there is a big problem. I think Old Master Chang didn't commit suicide."
"Why do you think so?"
"I'll tell you when we get back to the yamen."
…
Half an hour later, they arrived at the yamen.
Ji Yunshu threw the clothes she brought back to Mo Ruo. "I don't know what the marks on the sleeves are, so I'll have to trouble you."
Mo Ruo picked up a small bamboo stick and picked the clothes up. He said with a look of disdain, "Do you think I know everything?"
"I believe you have a way."
"Alright, since you trust me so much, I'll help you investigate."
She threw the clothes onto the table.
Fang Mingsan and the others looked on in bewilderment.
Ji Yunshu said to him, "Lord Fang, according to the evidence I've found, Old Master Chang wasn't killed by a ghost, nor did he commit suicide. There's a high possibility that he was murdered."
Huh?
Wen Lingyang hurriedly took out a pen and paper. "Does Teacher Ji have any evidence?"
Ji Yunshu said, "If a person committed suicide, even if they struggled violently before death and their hands were curled up, the suffocation in their throat would become stronger and stronger, and their eyeballs would either roll up or down."
"That's not right. The coroner went to take a look. Old Master Chang's eyes were dilated, staring straight ahead." Wen Lingyang was puzzled.
"That's the suspicious point. The person who hanged himself to death must have seen something before he died, and the thing he saw must have terrified him. That's why his eyes were focused straight ahead. Furthermore, Old Master Chang's fingers curled too much, which is enough to prove that he did see something when he hanged himself."
Fang Mingsan pondered. "If that's the case, what did he see?"
"Murderer!"
"Murderer? Old Master Chang saw a murderer before he died? This … "
How could this be?
Jing Rong and Mo Ruo sat at the side in silence.
However, Fang Mingsan and the others did not understand.
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