Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

The almost inaudible sound of cutting and the strong smell of blood create a full-screen mosaic scene.

Some are frightened, some are excited, some are curious.

Let the corpse speak and avenge the dead.

This is where the job responsibilities lie.

Wu Zuo inspected the corpse one by one from the mouth to the esophagus to the viscera according to the procedure. There were occasional sounds of vomiting and footsteps. It seemed that someone had overestimated his ability to appreciate mosaics and left midway.

The ones who paid close attention to the scene all the time, almost instantly, were Wang Zhaodi, a womanizer, and her sickly son, Wang Chuanzong.

This made He Xiaoman extremely gratified.

Apart from having bad eyesight and being fooled by a green tea whore, her eldest son is still her eldest son.

Wang Chuanzong seemed to be aware of his mother's gaze, and with some approval and relief, he suddenly felt a little sour.

It was already like this on their side, and my father didn't even come to see it.

Originally, Wang Chuanzong thought that his father just didn't like him very much, but now it seems that he obviously doesn't like both himself and his mother.

That aunt had already gone to rest in the inner hall due to lack of energy.

And the magistrate who was supported by his family was obviously not from their group. As the only male to inherit the Wang family, Wang Chuanzong tried his best to straighten his small body like bean sprouts. No matter what the ending was, the momentum must be arranged.

After more than an hour, Wu Zuo sweated slightly on his forehead, his expression was still the same as before: "The dead...the dead..."

Wu Zuo suddenly frowned, as if he was thinking about something very important.

"What about the dead, tell me!"

Those who can persist until this time and have not vomited are all violent people, so some people began to directly question Wu Zuo bluntly.

"There was arsenic in the mouth of the deceased, other than that... non-toxic."

what does this mean?
There is arsenic in the mouth, which is no different from the previous result. Didn’t he still eat poisonous things and die?

"The deceased... died of suffocation due to asthma."

Wu Zuo was already sweating profusely when he said this.

At this time, He Xiaoman's face also showed a little emotion. This person was still consciously fighting against his own talisman, so he was reluctant to tell the real result in the end.

What He Xiaoman didn't know was that it wasn't because of his strong spiritual power, but that a person with weak endurance couldn't be a leader at all.Just like forensic doctors and doctors in modern society, they all need to have a "heart of stone", otherwise they will collapse earlier than patients when they face various life, old age, sickness and death every day.

When Wu Zuo said this result, the audience was in an uproar.

The results of this autopsy are completely different from the perfunctory autopsies that used silver needles to probe the mouth before.

"Master, I got it, got it!"

At this time, Zhuye, dressed in dust and dust, was holding a piece of paper covered with fingerprints.

According to the medical certificate issued by the doctor in Dade Hall not far from where the deceased Lu San lived, Lu San suffered from severe asthma. The so-called asthma should be the ancient Chinese name for allergic asthma.

In addition to the doctor's certificate, there are also testimonies from Lu San's neighbors and neighbors on the paper.

From the moment Zhuye appeared and told about Lu San's asthma, the expressions of the three plaintiffs, who were filled with righteous indignation and grief, changed. After the paper with dozens of bright red handprints was presented, the three chief judges examined it one by one. , The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have been shaking like chaff.

"Now it's my turn to talk. I, Wang Zhaodi, own a boat shop, a restaurant, a study, and a farm, not to mention a wealthy party. My money is enough for me to go to Xiaoyuexuan to prostitute all the young men, and it is even more enough for me to raise noodles. Countless, how can I, Wang Zhaodi, want to find such a thing?"

At this moment, Lu San, who was covered by a layer of dirty corpse cloth, only had a big fat face that had begun to show corpse spots.

"Although I, Wang Zhaodi, can't be regarded as a celestial being, I don't think I'm a salt-free girl who scares away millions of soldiers. I have a handsome and elegant son-in-law at home, and I can find all kinds of handsome faces outside. Why do I have to find Lu San to do it?" Mrs. J? Picture him fat? Picture him ugly? Picture him peeing or not washing his hands?"

With a "boom", almost everyone laughed.

It's really not appropriate to laugh out loud on such an occasion, unless you can't help it.

Wang Chuanzong was so happy that he coughed, but his eyes were hot. He tried to open his eyes wide and kept them from blinking. His mother said that a man bleeds and does not cry unless he can't help it.

Woooooo, his mother doesn't need to be hacked into pieces, and he doesn't have to die with him. Although he has been suffering from illness all year round, but... death is worse than life!

"Now I want to sue Lu San and his family, falsely accuse, blackmail, and try to seize my royal family's huge property, please accept it, bamboo leaves, pleadings!"

Zhuye quickly took out another written complaint and submitted it, this efficiency, this speed, what a good girl!
He Xiaoman felt that he had to add chicken legs to the bamboo leaves when he went home.

The plaintiff quickly became the defendant, and the defendant became the plaintiff. He Xiaoman smiled strangely at Lu San's daughter-in-law, did he feel that things are a bit erratic, with big intestines wrapped in small intestines?

Because it was too late, this big show sang for a whole day, and some people even ate directly at the gate of the yamen in order to eat a full melon. Yuan Wenjing and Yuan Zhifu mentioned that the trial is here for the time being.

Lu San's family was imprisoned, along with the cook and two diners. Wang Zhaodi was released without charge.

The fat cook knelt down in front of He Xiaoman with a "plop": "Boss, boss, help me, I really can't do anything, my mother is seriously ill, and my daughter-in-law is pregnant again, so I can't do anything!"

"I made your mother seriously ill? I made your daughter-in-law pregnant? The world is difficult, and survival is not easy, but you can't force me to die for your own survival, right?"

He Xiaoman stepped on the cook's hand that was trying to hold her back, and smiled brightly at the young man who was as weak as a new bamboo but bent and unyielding: "Small, go home."

Hu Mei who hurried out of the inner hall and Yuan Wenjing made eye contact silently for a while, and finally Hu Mei chased Wang Zhaodi with a happy face: "Sister, wait for me!"

Ever since He Xiaoman entered the mission festival world, he hadn't given Jing Heng a lot of good looks, so Mr. Jing didn't like to see her very much these two days, and even lived in Tong's house one after another without showing his face.

This day, for the first time, he put on a look of affection.

As soon as He Xiaoman returned to Wang's house, Jing Heng greeted him gently and carelessly, expressing apologetically that he had been trying to persuade Wen'er to move back to live in these two days, so he ignored Wang Zhaodi.

"I know you are the most reasonable, and you will definitely not blame me." He stretched out his paw to hold He Xiaoman's hand: "I will stay with you tonight."

He Xiaoman slapped his paw away with a "slap", "I don't want to invite you to bed tonight."

Violence instantly covered Jing Heng's face, and He Xiaoman could feel his restrained gnashing of teeth without even raising his head.

He Xiaoman gave him a cool and distant back, aren't you angry?Quickly find a way to kill me!