Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 200

Song Mingxuan arched his hands to Mr. Zhao and said, "Caomin is Song Mingxuan from Heqiao Town. This year's scholar who came to Beijing to take the exam has long heard that Mr. Zhao is an upright official in the eyes of the people in the capital. Caomin just has a few questions. I would like to ask Mr. Wuzuo, is it convenient?"

Wearing thousands of clothes and wearing nothing but flattery, Mr. Zhao also felt a little complacent when he heard people praise him so much, Xiao Yiming on the side couldn't help but said: "Grandpa, let him watch it, if it wasn't for today He, and we can't find any witnesses, maybe he can make some new discoveries."

After hearing this, Zhao Caifeng became addicted to the autopsy, and said, "My lord, that little pony also recognizes it. I didn't expect him to die so wrongly. My lord, please go and kowtow to him!"

Mr. Zhao thought for a while, and it wasn't a big deal, so he nodded and said, "Master Liu, take them to the nearby morgue to have a look, it's summer, solve the case earlier and let the corpses be buried earlier Ann, so as not to make the yamen smell bad."

Master Liu took Song Mingxuan and others to the morgue inside the yamen, and Xiao Yiming followed.

That Feng Yuzuo was still studying the corpse there. Seeing so many people coming at once, he felt a little itchy. He just lifted off the white cloth covering the corpse, stretched out his hand to reveal the bruise on the neck of the corpse, and explained to everyone: : "According to the judgment of the lower officer, this young man should have died of suffocation. You can see the scar under his neck, which is short on the left and long on the right. It should be caused by the murderer pressing down hard with his right hand; The mouth should have been strongly suffocated, causing the tongue to stiffen and protrude, so it cannot be closed."

Song Mingxuan studied the corpse for a while, and seeing that Zhao Caifeng was still nearby, he only stepped forward to cover the important parts of the corpse, and said: "There is such a case in the "Wu Zuo Shi Lu" written by Tan Wu of the previous dynasty, and there is a court case. The person who accused the concubine of murdering her husband's death is somewhat similar to this young man, except that there is a pinch mark on this young man's neck, but this may not be the real cause of this young man's death."

Zhao Caifeng breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Song Mingxuan standing in front of her, she didn't dare to go up to look, for fear that Song Mingxuan would become more suspicious, so she obediently hid behind him.Hearing what Feng Yuzuo said, Xiao Yiming leaned over to take a look curiously, and saw two dark things lying in Feng Yuzuo's bloody hands, he couldn't help but swallowed again and said, press down. nausea.

Song Mingxuan only opened his mouth and said, "Mytharidin is a product from the Western Regions. It is usually used to make wine. Because it is poisonous, few people swallow it. It seems that the pony must have been forced to eat it."

At this time, looking at the scars on the neck of the corpse, the scars seemed to be closer to the lower jaw, and it seemed that the lower jaw was squeezed open to pour something into it.

Feng Yuzuo put the mylabris in his hand into the plate held by the next hand, washed his hands in the basin beside him, lit a fragrance, bowed respectfully to the corpse three times, and said: "Brother, I'll get someone to sew your belly up for you in a while. If you're wronged, don't bear any grudges against me as a big bastard. There are old and young and there are young."

Zhao Caifeng only pursed her lips and smiled after hearing Feng Yu's words, and remembered that she had never done this when she was a forensic doctor. Those corpses under her hands were just dead corpses for her own research, but It never occurred to them that before they died, they were also flesh and blood people.Zhao Caifeng always thought that as long as she worked hard, helping them find out the real cause of death was the greatest respect for them, but there was always some human compassion missing.

Thinking of this, Zhao Caifeng felt inexplicably sad, so she just knelt down and solemnly kowtowed three times to the pony's body.

(End of this chapter)