廵 Zuo Niangzi: The little lucky wife of the God of War family is crazy

Chapter 50
The time is right, there is still an hour before now, if everything goes well, there should be enough time.

Fu Shijin immediately looked at Wang Wulang, who looked slumped as if he had completely lost his anger, and said, "I asked my maidservant to tell you yesterday that if I want to find out the truth, I must see Lady Huang with my own eyes.

Are you sure? "

Wang Wulang pursed his lips, and said in a trembling voice: "Last night, I pestered my third brother to promise me to go to the government office to meet A Yao...the last time..."

Speaking of this, the deepest pain flashed across his face, and he stabilized his emotions before continuing: "Miss Fu, I have already agreed with A Yao, and when she recovers, I will take her away .

I never believe that A Yao committed suicide, please, find out the truth about A Yao's death for me..."

Now that A-Yao is gone, the people in the family don't hold him so tightly, maybe they think that if A-Yao is gone, he will give up.

After all, they underestimated his attachment to A Yao.

Fu Shijin looked at his expression of enduring pain and despair, secretly sighed, and said, "I will do my best, without delay, we will go to the Shangjing government office right away."

Soon, they arrived at the Shangjing government office.

Wang Wulang did not take them to the front gate of the mansion, but went straight to the back gate.

There, a yamen servant had already been waiting there early, and when he saw Wang Wulang, he immediately ran to his side and whispered, "Wang Wulang, right? Wang Shaoyin has already told XX in advance that XX will take you to our yamen." The morgue will also try to prevent you from being discovered by others.

But Wang Shaoyin said, you can only stay for a quarter of an hour, after a quarter of an hour, no matter what, you have to leave, does Wang Wulang understand? "

Wang Wulang took a deep breath and nodded.

The yamen servant glanced at Qu'er and Fu Shijin, frowned slightly, and said, "These are all people who want to go in with Wang Wulang? Anyway, it's all important places in the government yamen, and ordinary people are logically Those who can’t come in and out at will, a suggestion, let up to four people in.”

He didn't really doubt Fu Shijin's identity, he just thought that they were acquaintances of the deceased and wanted to come and see the deceased together.

Fu Shijin immediately said: "The gold and silver stay here, and the orb goes in with me."

Seeing that girl vomited to death in Zuisheng Tower the day before yesterday, bringing her in would only add to the chaos.

Gold and silver are what you can't ask for, and immediately said: "Okay, the servants are waiting outside."

Several people followed the yamen servant and walked in through the back door.

The yamen servant was very familiar with the roads in the government yamen, and led them to turn and turn, and soon arrived at a remote courtyard, along the way, he really didn't meet a single person.

As soon as Fu Shijin entered the courtyard, his footsteps paused.

The smell of decomposed proteins emanating from the rotting corpse seemed to have reached the depths of her soul and touched a certain string in her body.

She unconsciously closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

Compared with the place where she worked before, this place lacks the smell of formalin and disinfectant, but it still gives her an indescribable sense of familiarity and security.

This is her domain.

Wang Wulang and the others immediately covered their noses and mouths, and Baozhu subconsciously said, "What is this smell?"

The mixed smell of meat and stench is actually not too strong, but Bao Zhu still couldn't help feeling sick in his heart.

The yamen servant glanced at them with no surprise, and said: "You should be thankful that there are not too many corpses in this morgue now, only six, and usually only corpses with different causes of death will be temporarily parked in our mansion In the morgue of the Yamen, and it is early spring, the weather is not very hot, and the corpse is not decomposing fast.

When there are the most corpses in the morgue, there are as many as dozens of them, and the smell is scary at that time. "

As he said that, he was about to take them into the house, but suddenly he saw a woman with them take out a wooden box, took out a few slices of ginger and a small jar of something unknown, and handed it to the person beside him. Humanity: "If you feel unbearable, you can put this piece of ginger in your mouth and apply some sesame oil under your nose, this will slightly reduce the impact of this smell on you."

When Fu Shijin first came in, he could smell the faint smell of herb and saponins in the air. There was no disinfectant in ancient times, and to get rid of the odor or disinfection of corpses, the atractylodes and saponins were usually ignited.

This is also one of the reasons why the smell of corpses in this yard is not particularly unpleasant.

The yamen servant couldn't help but glanced at Fu Shijin, a little surprised that she knew these ways to get rid of the smell of corpses.

However, he didn't think too much, curled his lips and said: "You are smart, and you know how to make some preparations before you come here. I have seen people like you a lot. When relatives and friends die, they don't want to face the reality. They insist on seeing you again." On the side of my relatives and friends.

But a dead person is dead, and the longer a person has been dead, the more different his appearance will be from us living people, until it reaches the point where you feel sick when you see it.

When they can still maintain a relatively complete appearance, letting them rest in the ground is already the last decency given to them. "

The more Wang Wulang listened, the paler his face became, and his lips kept trembling.

Fu Shijin glanced at him and handed him a piece of ginger. He waved his hand and said in a low voice, "No need, I...I can bear it."

It's not right!No matter what his A Yao became, it was still his A Yao.

This will not change!

Fu Shijin didn't force him either.

Anyway, the smell of corpses here is not too strong, and they can't stay in it for long, smelling the smell of corpses won't kill anyone.

Several people followed the yamen servant into the morgue.

The smell in the morgue was stronger than the smell outside. Fortunately, Qu'er and Baozhu had taken ginger slices from Fu Shijin and smeared them with sesame oil, so their faces looked normal at this moment.

The yamen servant took them straight to the innermost part of the morgue, pointed to a coffin on the left, and said, "This is the person you are looking for."

Seeing Wang Wulang froze in place, looking like he wanted to get close but didn't dare to get close, the yamen servant remembered Wang Shaoyin's order to him, and said: "Wait outside, come in after a quarter of an hour, you... Say goodbye to the dead."

He was aware of the entanglement between the deceased and Wang Wulang, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Their Wang Shaoyin usually looked at fooling around, but in fact he was very careful, and he was affectionate and righteous to his concubine brother.

After speaking, he walked out.

Wang Wulang's tears fell all at once, and he walked over and looked at the woman who was lying quietly in the hall, except for the woman who had no blood on her face, who seemed to be just asleep, and unconsciously called in a low voice: "Ah Yao, Ah! Yao..."

"Okay, time is running out, you go to the side first." A cold and indifferent female voice suddenly interrupted Wang Wulang's grief, Wang Wulang turned his head subconsciously, and when he saw Fu Shijin behind him, he was stunned up.

But I saw that the woman did not know when she covered her mouth and nose with a piece of cloth and wore a pair of gloves on her hands. Before Wang Wulang recovered, she stuffed a piece of paper and paper into Wang Wulang's hand. A charcoal pencil.

Fu Shijin glanced at Wang Wulang's slow-moving expression, frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Do you still want to find out the truth about Lady Huang's death?"

This sentence seemed to wake up Wang Wulang all of a sudden, and Wang Wulang immediately said: "I think! Mrs. Fu, please tell me, what should I do?"

"Just think about it," Fu Shijin didn't look at him anymore, walked to the coffin, and under everyone's shocked gaze, stretched out his hand and began to check the corpse in front of him familiarly, saying: "Next, take every word I said Record them all, remember, every sentence."

Wang Wulang answered "yes" in a daze, and suddenly, seeing Fu Shijin quickly take off Huang Yuyao's clothes, his eyes widened.

However, because of the trust in this woman in his heart, he firmly suppressed the exclamation back into his body.

"Okay, let's begin."

Fu Shijin seemed to be unaware of the way people around looked at her like monsters, starting from Huang Yuyao's head, and checking down bit by bit: "The deceased was eighteen years old, female, about five feet four inches tall.

For a comminuted skull fracture, depending on the location of the wound, the head lands on the left side when it lands. A comminuted skull fracture will cause a large amount of brain matter to splatter, resulting in fatal head injury. Observe again.

The deceased had multiple fractures. These fractures are a normal phenomenon after the human body falls from a building. For the time being, no traces of violence or poisoning were found on the body.

There are severe fractures in the large joints of the bones of the left hand, which means..."

Fu Shijin paused, and Qu'er saw that Fu Shijin's expression was not right, so she couldn't help asking nervously, "What do you mean?"

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