Crown Jewels

Chapter 178 The Results of the Autopsy

At noon the next day, the streets and alleys were full of people, but there was no sound of yelling between the shuttles, which outlined the bustling bustle of the market.

However, the alley at the end of the alley is bleak and cold, which is completely different from the front street.

Gu Baozhu was dressed up as a teenager, wearing a moon-white robe, but, unlike the romantic and handsome young gentleman in Pingkangfang back then, today he was silent and cold, and only Song Yan walked side by side with her, accompanying her. her side.

There were not many pedestrians, and the house Qian Yan lived in was remote, so Song Yan and Gu Baozhu had no taboos. The boys and girls stood still and looked at each other knowing each other. Voice.

Not long after, the door opened, and the courtyard was dark and secluded. After the two of them crossed the threshold, Qian Wuzuo saw the person coming, and quickly closed the door. This was what his younger brother Qian Yan had specially told him.

None of the three said much, Qian Yan directly asked Gu Song to sit in the front hall, Gu Baozhu looked around Zhou, the courtyard looked like an ordinary family, not as rumored by outsiders, the corpses were placed randomly, and the rotten smell could be heard everywhere .

Seemingly aware of the surprise of the two, Qian Wuzuo didn't explain it, and went straight to the point and said to Gu Baozhu.

"Miss came today, it must have been notified to you by the brother-in-law."

Gu Baozhu nodded, the white curtain over her head was not removed, her tone was very polite.

"I'm sorry to trouble you—"

Qian Wuzuo took out a black box from under the square table. When he opened it, there was a pungent and rancid smell. If it hadn't been soaked in ice, the situation would have been worse. He looked at the faded red gravel in the wooden box, and covered his hands. Gloves made of oilcloth on the upper layer, squeezed out a small handful of fine sand to show to the two of them.

"Girl, young master, this is the cinnabar that Qian dug out of the coffin that day."

"The cinnabar is cold in nature and vermilion in color. It can keep the corpse from decaying, but it is not a panacea."

Sensing the doubts in the young man's eyes, Qian Yan was no longer trying to trick him.

"But the cinnabar after opening the coffin is dim in color, and the color is already as pale as earthy sand. Although the smell is still there, it's only because the airtight space has been dusty for a long time, and the smell can't escape."

"Based on the color of the cinnabar and the appearance of the coffin, Qian can basically conclude that the person in the coffin died at least five years ago. If you make a bold guess, it doesn't matter if the year is accurate to seven years ago."

After saying the word seven years, Gu Baozhu only felt as if his heart was being held tightly by someone, and he continued to ask with a steady mind for a while.

"Mr. opened the coffin that day, did you find any obvious features on the body?"

Hearing this, Qian Wuzuo rubbed his chin with two fingers and began to think seriously, pondering for a while.

"As for the most prominent features of the corpse, Qian believes that there are two points. One is the scars on the surface of the deceased's skin, which are mottled and skinless; the other is the deceased's right foot—"

"Right foot?"

Song Yan supported Gu Baozhu, even though he was covering the veil, he could sense her subtle emotional fluctuations, knowing that she was in a state of distress at this time, so he simply stepped forward to answer the conversation by himself.

Qian Wuzuo nodded, "When I opened the coffin that day, I checked the deceased's whole body and found that the deceased was a little different from ordinary people. The deceased was born with six fingers on his right foot. I am afraid that the person who killed him will not know this in the end, otherwise it will not be known." Will keep the toes in the boots."

"Sir, can you be sure that he really... really has six fingers?"

At this moment, Gu Baozhu could only feel layers of cold sweat oozing from his head, but he still did not give up and reconfirmed, but it was still Qian Wu who was waiting for an affirmative answer.

Mr. just said that he died seven years ago. Gu Baozhu calculated the time. Seven years ago, his mother and concubine passed away due to illness. She realized that her father's attitude towards her in those days was a little weird. Although she gradually got used to it later, the weird feeling at the beginning never faded from her heart.

If this is the case, it means that the real father and king were actually killed in the same year as the death of the mother and concubine, perhaps, perhaps during the period of vigil for the mother.

So... really, as I guessed, since then, have I started to recognize the thief as my father?
"and……"

Even through the curtain, Qian Wuzuo was keenly aware that Gu Baozhu was not in a good mood. He picked up the fallen teeth from the wooden box, and he still had some hesitation in his expression.

"It's okay, sir—"

Song Yan understood in his heart, and nodded respectfully to Qian Wuzuo, signaling him to continue talking.

The truth to be uncovered must be cruel and cruel, but if the bloody truth cannot be revealed, that is the greatest disrespect to the deceased. He believes that Gu Baozhu may feel a little bit uncomfortable for a while, but she will definitely not want to ignore it. The truth about the matter.

Gu Baozhu took a deep breath, and there were only the three of them in the courtyard. She simply took off her veil and nodded towards Qian Wuzuo, her eyes fell on the somewhat blackened tooth he was pinching as he spoke.

If her guess is correct, what Qian Wuzuo said next must be related to that tooth.

Sure enough, the next moment Qian Wuzuo pointed to the black spot on the teeth with a slender bamboo stick, and said to the two of them.

"These are the fallen teeth of the deceased. It is rare that they were soaked in cinnabar all year round in the coffin and did not come into contact with the outside air. Therefore, they are the closest to the state of the deceased before death."

"Since the teeth are soaked in cinnabar, it stands to reason that they have not been in contact with the air, so they will not form such stains. This is what confused me at the beginning."

Qian Wuzuo's words made Gu Baozhu raise her eyebrows. She has studied medicine a little bit, so she could understand Qian Wuzuo's hints. Her gaze fell to the tooth pointed by the slender bamboo stick again, and she suddenly raised her eyes after thinking about it.

"Sir, but, but he was poisoned before his death?"

Gu Baozhu's heart shrank severely following the guess that came out, and it seemed that there were some unknown details, and because of the guess just now, there was a clearer explanation.

For Gu Baozhu's conjecture, Qian Wuzuo was a little surprised, and in an instant some approval appeared in his eyes, and he nodded towards the woman in affirmation.

"That's right! But I didn't confirm it before, but after the inspection after I came back, I can confirm that the poison the deceased suffered from was called mylabris. I only confirmed this after I consulted my brother-in-law."

"Mytharis?"

Gu Baozhu muttered these two words, and a paragraph of words came to his mind.

"It was recorded in ancient books that mytharidin is cold in nature and melts when it meets wine, sir—"

The woman raised her long sleeves at this point, and suddenly raised her eyes to Qian Wuzuo, with a bit of expectation in her eyes.

Understanding what Gu Baozhu meant, Qian Wuzuo took out a porcelain cup that had been prepared from the table, handed the bamboo stick in his hand to the woman, and nodded slightly to her.

Take the bamboo stick, put it into the porcelain cup, stick a drop of wine on the bamboo stick, and poke it towards Qian Wuzuo's speckled teeth. Dirty black stains were left on the teeth, but in an instant, there were still black spots on the teeth, as if they had been cleaned, the color was much lighter.

Qian Wuzuo took back the bamboo stick, put the tooth back into the wooden box, and said his final deduction.

"Besides the poison of the mylabris, people are incapacitated, and the whole body is weak and bedridden, but the consciousness is still clear, so the poison is not fatal."

"Not fatal?"

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, with some surprise in his eyes, the scene of Gu Ye's skin and flesh after the coffin was opened appeared in his mind, and suddenly he seemed to understand something.

(End of this chapter)