Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 134 Conflict!

Wu Zuo went to block Su Rao but was stopped by her cross arm. She stared at the blood-stained face and slowly approached. Under the eyes of all the people watching the show, she actually squatted down slowly and took a closer look!
Seeing her actions, the old magistrate Zhou was so startled that he almost bit his tongue, his voice stopped abruptly, and he was speechless for a while.

Yan Yun beside him stared slightly, and suddenly said, "Miss Su, what's the problem?"

"I've seen her."

Su Rao didn't turn her head back, her tone was flat and indifferent: "She is the woman I rescued on the night of the Mingyin Festival."

She is actually Song Daiyan's concubine!

I still remember that night when the street was full of lights, the woman bowed her eyebrows and said: "Farewell to my family, I hope the girl will be safe and successful in the future, and she will be happy forever."

Su Rao didn't expect that the person they were looking for would pass her by, and she never thought that the farewell that night would be an eternal farewell.

"Such a coincidence."

Yan Yun was also a little surprised.

"Although her face is swollen, I won't admit it if I carefully identify the faintly visible features."

After Su Rao finished speaking, she restrained her extra thoughts. She first checked the back of her neck and found the birthmark that the old bustard had mentioned. After confirming her identity, she proceeded to start the autopsy.

"The deceased was a twenty-year-old woman with a total of 31 large and small wounds on the body surface. Her left eye was festered and corrupted, her arm was broken, and her finger bones were broken. The fatal wound was located in her abdomen. She died of broken organs."

"She was abused during her lifetime."

"and many more!"

The old county magistrate Zhou came back to his senses. Hearing what she said was logical, he half-believed and asked: "Why is it alive? These wounds may also be caused by the murderer who tortured the corpse to vent his anger after the murder!"

The real murderer behind the scenes found this concubine named Lin Lang in order to get the account book from her. Since the two have no enmity, there is naturally no possibility of humiliating the corpse after death.

But Su Rao won't say much about this.

In this way, it is necessary to find the problem from the corpse. It is also very simple to prove this point. She looked at Wu Zuo and said, "It is easy to distinguish between the wounds before death and the wounds after death. If I say it, Mr. Zhou always has doubts. Since you have seen the corpse, why don't you tell him the answer."

All eyes immediately focused on Wuzuo.

Wu Zuo pursed his lips, and said seriously: "The skin and flesh on the deceased's body curled up and protruded. It was indeed an injury during his lifetime, but..."

"But what?"

Zhou Jifeng asked.

Wu Zuo looked around and said hesitantly: "Some wounds fit this characteristic, while others are very slight. According to my inference, there is indeed a possibility of torture after death..."

"really."

Zhou Jifeng acted like I was right, the little girl was really unreliable, which really made Su Rao a little helpless.

Except for Yan Yun and his party who knew the inside story and trusted Su Rao's ability to perform an autopsy, the others present were all government servants or monks in the temple. Compared with a young, delicate and expensive girl, they naturally believed in the work of the Yamen Fu diagnosis.

For a moment, everyone looked at Su Rao with complicated eyes.

The yamen servant who was carrying the bucket was driven aside and said: "Girl, this is a man's work, so don't waste your time here."

Even with burning medicinal materials to get rid of corpse odor, the smell in this courtyard is extremely disgusting.

If it wasn't for her trouble, they would have finished the work long ago.

Why bother to suffer here!
Ben was complaining casually, but when he finished speaking, he looked at him coldly, so cold that the yamen servant's eyes touched him, he suddenly retracted and hung his head resentfully.

"If you don't want to waste time, put away those thoughts in your mind and listen to me."

Su Rao watched coldly for a week, and finally her eyes fell on Wu Zuo, "Whether the deceased's flesh is curled or protruded can be used as a basis for judging whether the wound was injured before death or after death, but it is not the only criterion."

"The skin and muscles of the human body have a certain degree of tension. When encountering violence, the edge of the wound will shrink, but this tension still exists shortly after death, and the skin and flesh will shrink after being traumatized."

"So, this conclusion is not comprehensive."

"You can judge from the characteristics that there is a possibility of corpse abuse after death, but the size of the wound has nothing to do with this, but has something to do with the muscle tissue of the wounded part."

Fearing that the old magistrate of Zhou would interfere again, Su Rao simply spoke quickly without much pause. Others were dizzy and their ears were ringing, but Wu Zuo gradually became more focused from indifference at the beginning.

Although he might not agree with these points of view, he still responded: "It's easy for a girl to say, but how to prove whether it's true or not?"

"Of course it can be argued."

Su Rao said: "Nowadays, the method and basis of the autopsy are based on the experience of the predecessors. Since it is experience, there is a possibility of error."

"Children are ignorant."

With a sound of thunder and anger, Zhou Jifeng stepped forward in two steps, and snatched Wu Zuo's words: "You are only ten years old, even if you know a little about autopsy, how can it compare to the painstaking efforts accumulated by previous generations."

"How dare you keep saying that senior is wrong, you are... simply arrogant!"

"Master Zhou, don't rush to get angry."

When the matter developed to this point, the autopsy was interrupted again and again, and the progress was slow. Yan Yun couldn't sit by and watch, and said softly: "She is right, seniors are human, and human beings make mistakes."

"Master Yan!"

Zhou Jifeng's dissatisfaction boiled to the extreme because of his partiality again and again: "Your Majesty ordered you to be in charge of the Dali Temple, to lead the world's most important positions in prisons and prisons, and how many lives are on your shoulders. How can you abolish the public for personal reasons and act in such a partial way?"

This can be said to be extremely serious!
To say that he is young is to be angry for a while, to rely on the old to sell the old, to say that to be old is to commit a crime against the superior, and he has no respect. Zhou Jifeng felt that the atmosphere around him was instantly depressed after he said that, he was shocked that he had slipped his words, his face changed, but he gritted his teeth and refused to admit his mistake.

"My lord, don't blame the officials for speaking harshly. Yan's hairpin tassels have been worn for generations, and the door lintels are so glamorous. This is achieved through the painstaking efforts of generations of ancestors. You are worthy of them for acting so absurdly!"

Yan Yun's eyes were slightly cold, and he was about to speak.

But a cold female voice came in horizontally, like a long knife cutting through the tense atmosphere between the two, with sharp words.

"Mr. Yan is partial to being honest and fair. What about you, Mr. Zhou?"

The gods were fighting, and everyone on the side held their breath and dared not speak out, for fear of harming the fish in the pond. Who would have expected that there would be people who were not afraid of death and dared to come forward in this critical moment of life and death.

This farce started because of her, Zhou Jifeng naturally didn't look good towards her, "What's wrong with me? Is what I said wrong? You are a girl who doesn't do embroidery, but came here to learn from autopsies, and you are even more talkative." Disrespecting the predecessors, if it weren't for Lord Yan, there would be no place for you here!"

He spoke harshly and without mercy.

The onlookers looked at each other in blank dismay. Under the perennial prestige of the magistrate, they broke out in a cold sweat.

Only Su Rao's face remained unchanged.

Yan Yun looked at her quietly, seeing that the two were facing each other, and for the first time, they didn't speak...

(End of this chapter)