Chapter 1395 Autopsy

Today, the Metropolitan Inspection Office was unusually quiet.

Even though there were many people in front of the gate.

People of all kinds stood silently at the entrance of the Inspection Office.

They all had green cards hanging around their waists.

Jiang Wang also hung his fourth-grade green card when he went out today, hanging it next to the white jade given by his sister.

The green card was slightly larger, and the white jade was slightly smaller.

Stacked together, the blue and white colors were distinct.

Jiang Wang saw Lin Youxie wearing a green square scarf at a glance.

She was still wearing men's clothes and standing alone in the corner of the crowd.

Some people tried to comfort her, but she had no expression on her face and her eyes did not move.

More people kept their distance from her silently.

The four green card families are indeed the history that cannot be erased by the green card system, and they have made indelible contributions to the establishment and development of the green card system.

But it disappeared after all.

Magnified to the entire history of the green card, the contributions of the four green card families deserve the respect of all green card constables. But when it comes to the Qingpai system, there is of course no lack of struggle in the distribution of personal interests.

Why can Lin Youxie easily take the position of deputy inspector? Of course it is the influence of the four Qingpai families. Even if he does not have too much real power, after all, he is at the same level as Yang Weitong in terms of rank.

The collapse of the Qingpai family objectively releases more positions and gives others more opportunities.

So from the punishment of Li Youjiu a few days ago to the death of Wu Lie today, it is hard to say whether it is happy or sad for many people.

Lin Youxie just stood there, motionless.

She did not see Jiang Wang, or rather, she did not look at anyone.

Wu Lie's death is like the loss of a symbol for people in the Qingpai system. It is the curtain call of a legend in the Qingpai system.

Only for Lin Youxie, she lost her last relative.

Jiang Wang and Zheng Shangming walked into the crowd.

This is the crowd welcoming the coffin.

Zheng Shi, the commander of the Northern Yamen, of course stood at the front, with a majestic presence without anger, leading the entire Northern Yamen.

As soon as Jiang Wang walked over, the crowd moved silently and made way for the position next to Zheng Shi - this is the position that people in the Beiya now defaulted to, where Jiang Wang should be.

Zheng Shangming, the son of the Beiya Commander, could only stand behind them.

Jiang Wang walked to that position, but did not stop, but continued to walk forward.

He said, "Deputy Envoy Lin, why don't you come over?"

The crowd separated into a path, the starting point of this path was Jiang Wang, and the end point was Lin Youxie.

Lin Youxie, who was wooden, only realized something at this time and turned his head.

He only saw Jiang Wang walking in with big strides and the hand that was stretched out.

She subconsciously made way, but naturally couldn't make way.

Jiang Wang had already grabbed her forearm and pulled her to the front of the crowd.

Wherever he went, there was a path.

When she reacted, she was already standing shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Wang at the front.

Zheng Shi did not comment on this, and the crowd was silent.

Jiang Wang's hand had loosened, but Lin Youxie seemed to still feel the force clamping on his arm.

The scene of him walking towards her through the crowd was imprinted in her trance.

Although her first reaction at that time was to avoid it, her eyes remembered it clearly... This was the only hand reaching out to her in the cold and collapsing world.

Uriel's body was sent back to Linzi as soon as it was found.

The cause of his death has not been determined until now.

Uriel has resigned from the Qingpai, has no position or status, and died overseas...

What name can the Capital Inspection Office file a case? What qualifications do they have to investigate?

Even... Who is willing to investigate?

Uriel took off the Qingpai, and while he gained freedom, he also lost his protection.

To put it bluntly, he privately investigated the famous Daze Tian family of Qi State, which was a way to death.

If Tian really wanted to kill him, who could say anything?

Earlier, Tian Huanwen attacked Uriel overseas, and Uriel could only avoid the attack and flee back to Qi. No one from the capital inspection office came forward to attack him.

Of course, no matter how many people came, Uriel was a famous detective who left a strong mark in the history of Qingpai.

Just look at how many people came to welcome the coffin today, and you can see his weight.

If the murderer is really Osawada, it will inevitably arouse the hostility of the entire Qingpai system. Maybe we can't do anything directly for Uriel's death. There are still many days to come, and some targeting is inevitable.

I think the reason why Uriel has been able to investigate Osawada alone for so many years and has always been safe and sound is not only because of his own caution, but also because of Osawada's fear of the consequences.

In short, for Osawada, killing Uriel without authorization is something that will not have serious consequences immediately, but will definitely have far-reaching negative effects. It is not in line with Osawada's low-key strategy in recent years. (Apart from Tian Anping, the Daze Tian family has indeed been very low-key in recent years.)

Therefore, it is still unknown who the murderer is, and it is not necessarily the Tian family.

Then the question comes back again... Who will investigate?

Jiang Wang stood silently in front of the crowd, and suddenly remembered something, and asked Zheng Shangming through voice transmission: "How long will it take for Tian Anping to break the seal?"

Zheng Shangming said hesitantly: "He killed Liu Shentong in the 46th year of Yuanfeng... Counting it, it will only be ten years next year."

Obviously, this Mr. Zheng also had similar thoughts. Wu Lie was suddenly killed, and a generation of famous detectives floated in the sea. This reckless style is too much like that madman...

Jiang Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not sure whether Tian Anping had seen him last time in Qixing Valley. But such a dangerous person is always unsettling.

However, this uneasiness only passed lightly, and then he began to practice again.

When it really comes to the time to face it...

He will face it.

A group of well-known figures in the Qingpai system waited silently in front of the gate of the Inspection Mansion.

This scene made several streets near Beiya very nervous. For a long time, even the peddlers' hawking did not sound.

Beiya Duwei Zheng Shi could not help but glance at Jiang Wang next to him.

There were so many people welcoming the coffin, waiting with different moods.

Some were nervous, some were sad, and some were angry.

In short, they were all suppressed.

Only this most dazzling young genius at the moment was actually practicing.

Others saw diligence, but he saw sobriety.

Keep yourself sober in the crowd.

Jiang Wang is obviously a person with a clear goal and knows what he wants very well.

Previously, Zheng Shi still couldn't understand why this young man would refuse the position of Bei Ya Duwei, but now he can understand a little bit...

After all, the paths are different.

When Yang Weitong drove the carriage in person, it was already late at night.

"I picked up Wu Lao at sea, and asked for a thin coffin in Tianfu City to bury him temporarily. I rode non-stop all the way..." The disciple of Yi Xingchen, a doctor of the court, explained with a dusty face.

Zheng Shi just walked to the coffin in silence, gently pushed open the coffin lid, and looked down at the person in the coffin.

"Wu Lao..." He sighed: "Go home."

The front of the inspection office was full of people.

Almost all the Qingpai heads of police looked sad.

To be honest, who has not received the guidance of Wu Lie after struggling in the Qingpai system for some years?

Some people even couldn't help crying out loud, and some people shed tears silently.

Of course, there are people who are happy to see the collapse of the building.

There were also some who secretly vowed to find out the truth and avenge Wu Lao one day.

But in this atmosphere of grief, a calm voice sounded -

"I want to do an autopsy."

Among the crowd, only Lin Youxie had a blank expression.

Yang Weitong looked at her and said, "Of course we need to do an autopsy. There must be an explanation for Wu Lao's death. We do this, but..."

According to the established rules, people who are close to the deceased are generally not allowed to do an autopsy. Because the emotional fluctuations are too great, it is easy to lead to deviations in the results... At least they can't be the first to do the autopsy, lest the results are not objective and destroy some clues.

Lin Youxie certainly knew the rules. But she just repeated, "I want to do an autopsy."

Her eyes were too firm and too stubborn.

There were many people present who could be said to have watched her grow up. Watching how the little girl back then grew up step by step to what she is today.

In the entire Beiya, she doesn't trust anyone now.

But who can't understand?

Yang Weitong was silent.

Zheng Shi sighed: "Let her examine it."

Lin Youxie then walked closer, lowered his head to look at the body for a moment, and stretched out his hand to close the coffin lid.

There was still no expression on his face.

No sadness, no tears.

Jiang Wang walked forward silently, lifted up the coffin, turned around and walked towards the North Yamen: "I'll help you."

Lin Youxie didn't say anything, just followed him silently.

The crowd made way for them.

Two people, one coffin, went straight to the morgue.

To go to the morgue, you have to pass through the North Yamen prison. This is not the first time Jiang Wang has come this way.

Carrying the coffin, he walked through the bare iron house.

Not long after, Zheng Shangming followed.

It is natural for someone to watch the autopsy.

When Jiang Wang and Lin Youxie are on the same side, a third person must be needed to supervise.

Zheng Shangming, who is in charge of the Feng Gu case with them, is obviously the best choice.

The degree of this is not something that people like Zheng Shi can accurately grasp.

Although the three of them were considered the backbone of the Qingpai system, the captain on duty at the morgue still carefully recorded the status of Uriel's body and asked the three of them to sign and seal before opening a separate morgue for them.

Coincidentally, this morgue was just opposite the morgue that Jiang Wang visited last time.

If it had not been locked, the doors on both sides would have been wide open, and Feng Gu's coffin should have been visible from here.

Jiang Wang looked at the captain for a few times before putting down the coffin in his hand.

Speaking of which, the two bodies in the morgue died because of the same case. They also died at the same time from the struggle back then to the present.

Feng Gu's coffin and Uriel's coffin were facing each other, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding in the dark.

After the head of the morgue left, Zheng Shangming casually explained: "It's normal to be strict because of the rules. It's not against anyone. Brother Jiang, please don't mind."

"What's there to mind?" Jiang Wang pulled the corner of his mouth: "I'm just curious. It's so strict here. How did that person get in last time?"

Zheng Shangming was silent for a moment, and had to say: "The person who got in last time was called Qi Song. He has an uncle named Qi Huaichang."

When talking about this matter before, he just vaguely mentioned it in the name of Yangxin Palace, and didn't say who it was specifically.

I didn't expect Jiang Wang to be so vindictive and asked questions when he found a chance.

Although he and Jiang Wang had different paths and were destined not to be close friends, he did not want to destroy their existing friendship. In comparison, it was no big deal to throw out the news about Qi Song.

Qi Huaichang was also one of the deputy inspectors who held real power. His status in the Northern Yamen was no lower than Yang Weitong. It was really easy to arrange a few people to enter the morgue.

"Oh, Deputy Envoy Qi!" Jiang Wang nodded, indicating that he understood, and stopped talking.

At this time, Lin Youxie had opened the coffin lid again, exposing Wu Lie's body completely to the air.

This was a face she was very familiar with.

Because it was too familiar, it seemed strange at this moment.

Since she could remember, Grandpa Wu looked like an old man. This shows that when he achieved the divine presence, he was no longer young.

But the "old" in the past, with vigorous spirit, could not cover up the majestic power and the persistence to break everything.

But now it is dry, like a circle of bark wrapped around a rotten wood.

The divine presence decays until death.

There are special autopsy tools in the morgue, which are placed next to the stone platform.

But Lin Youxie just quietly took out his small black wooden box from the storage box.

He pulled out the first drawer, selected a pair of gloves, and slowly put them on.

Then he pulled out the third drawer, and among the various knives, he chose a two-inch long pointed knife.

Then he closed the wooden box.

The whole process was very calm.

Now, she held the knife in her right hand, and her left hand slowly unbuttoned the old man's clothes and gently pressed on the left shoulder socket.

The skinny corpse in front of her, and the coldness that could still be felt through the gloves, silently described the facts to her-

The person who said "I follow my 'law', I do my way. I don't care about anything, I don't avoid people and ghosts" no longer exists.

Your "law" is in the green card, and your "way" is in the Sanxing Palace.

If you really "don't care about anything", why did you give up everything you have in Beiya because of the death of your friend and pursue it alone for so many years?

If you are "not afraid of ghosts and humans", how come you have treated me like your own child and taken care of me for so many years since I was a child?

There are so many questions that can only be kept in my heart, and there will never be answers again.

Lin Youxie is silent.

So what is the meaning of pursuing the truth?

What is the purpose of pursuing the truth?

For the injustice of a relative, lose another relative?

Facing the corpse in front of her, for the first time, she doubted the path she had taken for so many years.

Jiang Wang and Zheng Shangming were also silent, just waiting for her action.

Lin Youxie silently dropped the first knife, the tip of the knife pierced from the shoulder socket, and went in one inch and two. She skillfully pulled it diagonally downward and drew a half arc.

The knife lightly lifted the blade, and the texture of the muscles was clearly visible.

She looked carefully, remembered it in her heart, and pushed the cut meat back.

After a simple cleaning, she put away the knife and took out a translucent cone, which was only slightly thicker than an iron nail, but five inches long.

The index and middle fingers of the left hand walked a few steps on the side of the body and then pressed, and naturally stabbed into it...

Jiang Wang and Zheng Shangming watched Lin Youxie silently as she completed all the autopsy work.

From the scalp to the toes, from the skin to the internal organs, no possible clues were missed.

She was so calm.

The movements were clean and precise, without any delay.

Even with the most critical eyes, there was no fault.

Zheng Shangming, who silently recorded the data of the body in his mind, had to marvel at this superb skill. Compared with Jiang Wang, he, who had a family background in learning, could better understand the "skill".

And he looked at Lin Youxie who was already collecting wooden boxes, and was actually more surprised at her calmness during the process.

"Have you taken medicine today?" Jiang Wang sniffed lightly and suddenly asked.

Lin Youxie was stunned, and the hand that put away the knife stopped there.

It turned out that she had forgotten her fear.