Daming female forensic doctor

Chapter 80 One after another
Emperor Jiayou had great affection for the common people. He encouraged land reclamation, distributed farm tools, and paid resettlement allowances to the refugees to recuperate and recuperate. All kinds of measures to comfort the people were in place.

Perhaps due to his childhood experience, Emperor Jiayou not only distrusted the officials, but also hated them. Working for Emperor Jiayou would never make a fortune. The salary given was very small, and anyone who embezzled more than 60 taels of silver would be sentenced to death. .

However, the criminal law is so harsh, and officials are locked up and thrown into prison every day, but it still cannot stop people from being corrupt.

The main reason is that being an official is too poor. Ten years of hard work, head hanging from a beam, and awls piercing the buttocks. What motivates people to persevere is nothing more than the glory and wealth that will come with the purple robe, and the title of wife and son.

But Emperor Jiayou put an end to the dream of being an official. Being an emperor was very demanding, and the salary given to officials was extremely small. A first-class official only received one thousand shi per year, and it only lasted a few years. Later, Instead of cotton and silk, paper money was issued in the end.

Officials do not receive [-]% of the prescribed salary.

He Donglai asked Jian Qing to live in his own courtyard, but Jian Qing refused, "Tomorrow, I will go to Yingtian Mansion to ask for Master Zeng. Once I join the job, it will be inconvenient for me to come in and out of Brother He's house. Thank you for your kindness." Keep it in mind. Now that we are all in Jinling, there will naturally be a day to meet, and we will meet again in the future."

He Donglai hesitated for a while, but had to agree, "In a few days, my mother will celebrate her [-]th birthday, and Brother Jian must come!"

"I will definitely go to celebrate the birthday of the old man!"

Zhao Er became Jian Qing's long-term follower.

Jian Qing did not go to see Zeng Zuochao the next day because Zhao Er said that Zeng Zuochao was so busy that there had been four murders in Yingtian Mansion in the past month.The deceased were the owner of a silk and satin shop in Jiangning County, the shopkeeper of a herbal medicine shop, the owner of an inn in Jurong County, and a gatekeeper in Jinling City.

This is a serial murder case.

Even in this era before the Internet existed, if such a case occurred, the news would still spread very quickly, and people all over the city were discussing it.

For three days in a row, while Jian Qing was having breakfast at the tofu nao stall at the door, she had heard enough about all kinds of information, whether true or false, or speculative, and she had a rough understanding of the case.

Among the four people who died, three were businessmen and one was a petty official.

Yingtian Prefecture governs eight counties: Shangyuan, Jiangning, Jurong, Liyang, Lishui, Gaochun, Jiangpu and Liuhe.

When Jian Qing and Zhao Er rushed to the home of the first victim in this serial murder case, the owner of a silk and satin shop in Jiangning County, Jian Qing saw Zeng Zuochao.This third-rank official, wearing ordinary clothes, accompanied by Fu Cheng, Zhi Zhong and a general magistrate, caught the yamen officers who were re-examining the deceased.

The corpse brought by Zeng Zuochao was a man in his 30s, wearing a green cloth cotton robe that was not old, and a pair of shoes with exposed cotton on his feet. He was squatting on the ground and repeatedly moving the body.

Jian Qing leaned over and took a look. There was a scar half a finger wide on the back of the deceased's head. Jian Qing could initially conclude that it was cut with a sharp weapon such as an axe.

"Go, go, go, what are you looking at here? What can you understand?" Wu Zuo waved to Jian Qing with a look of disgust and said impatiently.

Zhao Er was very annoyed and retorted, "What can you understand?"

"You can do it, come on!" Wu Zuo said angrily.

Jian Qing didn't expect that the insulting phrase "you go ahead if you go" would be so popular at this time.

"Report!"

A long drawn-out voice left both Zuo Zuo and Zhao Er with no time to argue.A government servant ran from a distance carrying an iron ruler. In the cold weather, he was sweating profusely, "Master Fuyin, over there, over there, another, another, another person died!"

There was a loud bang in Zeng Zuochao's head, and golden flowers appeared in front of his eyes. The master hurriedly supported him and asked with concern, "Sir, how are you? Are you okay?"

"Yes, is everything okay?" Zeng Zuochao wanted to get angry, but he didn't have the strength. "It's only been a few days, and five people have died. Has the news spread?"

"It's spread." The yamen servant who came to report the case knelt on the ground. After they received the report, no one wanted to come. He was the least qualified and was elected. Seeing that Mr. Fu Yin couldn't stand it, this yamen servant How can you not worry if you are afraid of being used as a punching bag?
"It was the boss of Loncin Car Shop. He was hacked to death beside the stable in broad daylight. Several horses screamed in fright, which disturbed the work in the shop. Only then did he find out that the boss was dead."

Jian Qing jumped up and ran out. Zhao Er knew that she must be rushing to see the first scene and hurriedly followed her.As soon as the two people moved, the people behind them all cheered and surrounded them. This battle alerted the people here who were originally unaware.

Loncin Automobile Dealership is located in Shangyuan County, close to the Imperial City of Yingtian Mansion, which is a crowded place. In addition, it is also a dealer, so there are usually a lot of people coming and going.

When Jian Qing and others passed by, the Shangyuan County government officials had already put Loncin Automobile Dealership under martial law. However, because of this, many people were attracted to watch, and they pointed and said that people had been losing their lives during this period. You can see the frightened look on everyone's faces.

No one knows who will be next?Why would he die?
Jian Qing came over, but couldn't get in.

Fortunately, Zeng Zuochao came over quickly with his people. He was a pampered old man. He ran over all the way, sweating on his forehead and panting. When he couldn't catch his breath, he shouted, "He Jiu, He Jiu, come here quickly, go." Check it out, how did you die?"

Jian Qing followed her in. She was wearing a tattered sheepskin coat, and she looked like the same person as He Jiu. The government officials thought she was He Jiu's recent apprentice, so they didn't stop her.

As for Zhao Er, it would be too easy for him to get involved among these government officials.I don't know how he got in. As soon as Jian Qing made a mistake, he followed her.

In the backyard, beside the stable, blood was flowing all over the floor. Before they could get closer, everyone smelled a strong smell of blood.

Beside the manger, there was a man lying down. He was about five feet and one inch tall. He was facing down. Only the back of his head could be seen. His hair was scattered on both sides. A very obvious wound about an inch long was exposed on the side of his neck. The gap was about half Finger width, blood solidified on the hair, the wound stood out, hideous and terrifying.

The deceased's right hand was bent on the ground, in front of his head, and his left hand was at his side, with his elbow facing outward and his palm facing up.

After Zeng Zuochao saw it, he first asked, "Come here, find someone to ask, has anyone touched this body?"

This is exactly what Jian Qing wants to ask. There are many mysteries in the body's throwing posture. It is obviously unwise to conduct an autopsy without asking clearly.

The first shopkeeper who discovered the scene was named Fang San. He was only sixteen years old and did not have the shrewdness of the waiter. He was so frightened that his legs were like chaff and he could not speak clearly. "No, it hasn't moved, little one." Yes, when you look at it when you are little, that’s it.”

Fang San's legs were bent, and he was holding the hem of his clothes with both hands. He was obviously very scared, but he still couldn't help but glance at the dead person from the corner of his eye, as if if he was not careful, the dead person would deceive him and pounce on him.

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