The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 524 Autopsy
"The same arrow has about the same strength, because the distance is different, the depth of the haystack is very different."

Gegen looked carefully along, and it was true.

He continued to analyze: "Remember carefully, how much of the arrow that killed the patriarch is still exposed outside the skull."

This dial is like waking up from a dream.

Indeed, that arrow penetrated a little too deep. At that time, I was only concerned about grief, and never suspected that there would be something strange in it.

Gegen was so startled that he grabbed the hem of his shirt: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

He pursed his lips and said nothing, just looked back quietly.

One is that the time has not come, and the other is that I am afraid of scaring the snake.

Gergen naturally didn't understand his double worries, but he immediately understood the meaning behind this matter.

His complexion gradually became serious, and the fingers that clenched the robe slowly loosened.

"Let me... think about it."

In the middle of the night, the blackness that can't be seen.

Deep in the top of the mountain, a faint yellow light flickered around, illuminating the soft land below.

There were several figures standing around, two sleepy-eyed youths carrying shovels, their faces full of bewilderment.

"What is... what?"

Looking at the Faxiao who grew up together since childhood, Ge Gen closed his eyes and said cruelly: "Dig!"

Boom!The shovel dropped from his hand and hit the ground with a muffled sound.

"you……"

"Don't talk nonsense, dig quickly!"

Rubbing their palms together lazily, the youths began to move deeply and shallowly.

On the quiet mountain, apart from the gentle whistling of the night wind passing through the valley, there is the sound of digging.

Half an hour later, the dark coffin lid was revealed.

Gergen jumped into the pit first and beckoned.

Brothers Taibu and Moerg looked at each other for a moment, then obeyed the order and stood on both sides.

"Hey-"

The three of them worked hard together, and the pine wood cover slid halfway, and a rotten smell rushed towards them.

Huangfu Yue approached with an oil lamp, and the situation inside the coffin was fully displayed.

The temperature in this mountain is relatively low, and there is almost no abnormality in Jebu's body. The face has been wiped clean, and the blood hole on the head is particularly conspicuous.

"Ang Qin." Ge Gen called the middle-aged man who had been in a trance.

"Hey."

He hesitated to get closer, but when his eyes fell on the corpse, he calmed down.

Stretching out a pair of bony hands, brushing away the hair on the forehead, carefully looking at it for a while, and pulling out a cowhide bag at the waist to unfold it.

Small hammers, awls and other tools are all available, faintly reflecting silver light.

Strangely long fingers flicked and pinched a thick needle.

Then he groped and sprinkled some colorless powder on the needle, after spreading it evenly, he probed into the original hole.

Taking advantage of the gap between the autopsy, Ge Gen explained: "Ang Qin worked as a corpse worker in the early years, and worked as a job. If you want to talk about the degree of understanding of corpses, he is the best in Kled, and he has a weird temper. Don't break your mouth."

While speaking, the long needle retracted, bringing out some red, white and white sticky matter.

"Hey..." Taibu and Moerg whispered and took a few steps back.

Ge Gen slanted his eyes, and the two hurriedly covered their mouths, and then remembered that they had just touched the coffin, and their faces turned pale.

"Two and a half inches..." Ang Qin twisted the needle and said to himself.

After a while, he bowed and said: "Judging from the strength, it is very strong. It should be a crossbow. It can't be done with ordinary arm strength, but there is one thing, even if it is a crossbow, the distance from a hundred meters away is at most about an inch. The scars on the archers are extremely deep, and the distance between the shooter and the archer should be only three to five meters."

He stumbled, even though he was mentally prepared, Gegen still felt unacceptable.

Three meters to five meters means that the death of my father has nothing to do with those assassins who are elusive.

It's the people around you.

(End of this chapter)