The violent prince's wife as a small wife

Chapter 6, Birthmarks

The candles in the morgue were still on. After all, the old master was getting old and couldn't bear it anymore, so he had already gone back first.

After Jiang Ci cleaned it again, he lifted the white cloth and looked at the headless corpse.

—— Immediately afterwards, the center of her eyebrows raised.

In the center of the corpse's chest, there was exactly a pink birthmark, which was round and about the size of a fingernail.

Is it really him?

But the time of death does not match.

Jiang Ci pondered for a moment, but no matter what, the corpse still had to be examined. Due to the serious corruption, there was even a strange feeling of skin and flesh being separated when pressed hard.

She slashed with a knife. Fortunately, the torso of the deceased was still intact. Otherwise, the internal organs would have been fed to the fish. Slowly cut down, and as the chest of the deceased was opened, a strong stench burst out.

Shang Xingchuan was standing not far from her, and Jiang Ci was able to call it out easily during the autopsy, "Your Highness, would you please bring some candles?"

Shang Xingchuan didn't talk too much, and did as he said, but the visibility was still too low, the internal organs of the deceased were too corrupted, the organs were already foamy, and the internal organs were all black and soft, and nothing could be seen clearly.

It was more than an hour after Jiang Ci managed to finish the examination of this corpse—in fact, he did not examine it very much. With the current technology, no forensic doctor could do anything about such a corpse.

Shang Xingchuan asked: "Can you tell whether he entered the water while alive or after death?"

Jiang Ci's eyes were already red, she shook her head, she was really tired, and now she didn't bother to replace the words that the other party could understand, only to see that she took out her dark lungs and said: "Judging whether to live or die After entering the water, it mainly depends on whether there are sputum-like bubbles in the lungs, but now..."

Shang Xingchuan followed her gaze and remained silent for a moment.

Don't talk about looking at the foam now, the lungs are almost becoming foam.

Jiang Ci took out the heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney one by one, weighed them one by one, and then found another problem, "His stomach is actually empty."

The corpse in front of him was disembowelled, like a dead fish.

Shang Xingchuan stared at the dark organs in front of him, and said, "Empty?"

Jiang Ci nodded, his eyes were a little bright and said, "He didn't eat anything for at least two to three days before his death, so his stomach, large and small intestines are all empty, and there is no food or feces left. .”

"Unless an adult wants to starve himself to death, it's impossible for an adult to go without eating for so long, unless...he can't eat."

Jiang Ci lowered his eyelids, the cut on the neck of the corpse was cold and neat.

……

Yang Tianfang sent off the officers and soldiers with great gratitude, and closed the door of the inn room, facing a room of desolation.

The place arranged by Dali Temple is not very luxurious, but fortunately it is convenient and the things are complete. Holding the oil lamp, she carefully measured the whole room with her footsteps, and finally took out her baggage.

She came here from Nanzhou alone, and she could never rely on two legs alone. She brought her own baggage and stayed at the inn wherever she went. This baggage was brought back from the inn by the officials of Dali Temple for her.

Yang Tianfang thought, there are still many good people in the capital.

She opened the bag and found a red envelope from a pile of clothes. Inside the red envelope were two locks of hair tied with red strings, one belonged to her and the other belonged to Yang Zejun.

When they first got married, Xi Po cut their hair into strands and tied them together, saying that this is called hair knotting.

Under the dim light, she gently brought her hair to her lips, her tone was almost pious, "Look, we are here."

……

When Jiang Ci left the morgue, it was still raining outside, as big as the day Yiping went to ask for money. She first stood on the porch to watch for a while, and then squatted down like a puppy.

Shang Xingchuan didn't know where he went, he disappeared when he finished.

Thinking about it, it's impossible for her to stay with her until midnight because she is a noble person.

In fact, Jiang Ci is still a little dazed until now. She thinks it takes a while for a normal person to accept the news of "I'm dead", let alone the several big events that have followed her in the past few hours.

While she was in a daze, there was the sound of footsteps coming through the sound of rain, and the cool wind of early winter permeated through the net woven by rainwater and penetrated into her nostrils. The hem of his clothes, and further up, is Shang Xingchuan's habitually stinky face.

"Take it." He said lightly, and handed her an oiled paper umbrella.

Jiang Ci took it in a daze, and subconsciously said: "I thought His Highness had already left."

Shang Xingchuan frowned lightly, and Jiang Ci heard that his tone was still calm, "You are exhausted, so I can't explain to Marquis Jiang."

To express his gratitude, Jiang Ci placed both hands on his chin, meaning to open a small flower for him.

"Your Highness is so kind, thank you Your Highness, you will definitely arrange a hotel for me, right?" She smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Shang Xingchuan: "..."

It was raining heavily, Shang Xingchuan walked in front of her silently, the two of them left the Dali Temple all the way, Jiang Ci got on the carriage, only then did he see that there were actually two guards standing beside the carriage, he couldn't help but wonder why Shang Xingchuan wanted to Come and pick it up yourself.

The carriage moved forward slowly, Jiang Ci couldn't help covering his lips and yawned, and whispered, "Isn't there an inn near Dali Temple, it's convenient for me to come over tomorrow morning."

Shang Xingchuan said, "I'll take you to Prince Yu's Mansion."

His expression was more like he wanted to carry Jiang Ci to some place to kill someone to silence him.

Jiang Ci blinked, and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.She has always been able to think about it, as long as there is a place for her to settle down, she is too lazy to think about other messy things.

When they arrived at Prince Yu's Mansion, Jiang Ci happened to see some people braving the rain to remove the red silk from the lanterns on the beams one by one.

Jiang Ci sniffed, thinking that if this case is not solved, the blame will fall on me, and I will be even more miserable at that time.

Shang Xingchuan seemed to be very busy. He hurried to the other side as soon as he got off the carriage. The person who received her was the housekeeper of the palace, surnamed Lin, who was about forty years old. Rather than being a housekeeper, his image was actually closer to a butcher, with a body shape Tall and strong, he has a scar on his face, starting from the right eye socket, at a 45-degree angle, all the way across the cheekbones, until it stops in the middle of the crowd.

The housekeeper Lin looked scary, but he spoke very gentle and enthusiastic, and he didn't treat Jiang Ci coldly because of his special status. "Although the Jianjia courtyard has just been cleaned up, the bedding and tea are all ready, Miss Jiang can rest assured."

Jiang Ci nodded, and then found that Butler Lin seemed surprisingly talkative, and he talked a lot from the front hall to the Jianjia Courtyard.

And he was spying on her without any trace.

Jiang Ci's heart was like a mirror, probably because Shang Xingchuan still had doubts in his heart, she made a few jokes and said a few words, the two arrived at Jianjia Courtyard, Lin Butler poured a cup of tea for her, and then handed over his hands and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ci suddenly smiled and said: "Just now when I came all the way, I felt that Steward Lin is very talkative, but I also have something presumptuous to ask, and I hope you don't mind, you... What is the cause of this injury on your face? Something? Looks like an old wound."

Butler Lin was not surprised. Countless people had asked him this question. He smiled and waved his hand as usual, "It happened when I was young. I fell on the mountain and was accidentally scratched by the edge of the stone."

Jiang Ci laughed, "Why do I look like a knife cut?"

Before Steward Lin could respond, she added, "And you did it yourself."

(End of this chapter)