The tone of non-rejection was slightly tough, but Lu Ziqing didn't care about it. He walked up to her, and Zhao Ling said, "Look at his right palm."
Lu Ziqing was also an exquisite and thorough person. After Zhao Ling reminded him, he immediately saw the doubt. "He was not a scholar!"
Ruzi could teach! Zhao Ling nodded and said. "From the distribution of calluses on his palm, it looks like he has held a sword for many years."
Lu Ziqing glared at Qin Niansheng with a dark face, and said coldly. "Such superficial things can't be detected, so do I dare to say that you're a fake?"
Qin Niansheng gave him an innocent look, lowered his head and abdomen, and said. "Did I ever say that I was a fake artist? I have been emphasizing that I am a starter!"
The surface of the body was normal, and indeed the cause of death could not be detected. Zhao Ling asked Qin Niansheng. "Do you have a scalpel?"
Qin Niansheng replied in a whisper. "There are yes, but...it seems to be rusty..."
Speaking of later, the voice became low, a little lack of confidence. Why was it a bit embarrassing? But could this be blamed on him? It was rarely used even when the master was here.
Hearing that, Lu Ziqing's face turned darker. Zhao Ling said helplessly to Green Bamboo. "Azhu, give me the knife in the bag."
Lu Zhu said bitterly, "Little...Young Master, you don't really want to do that anatomy, do you?"
Lu Ziqing's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the master and servant a few times, thoughtfully.
Zhao Ling nodded to Luzhu, motioning her to take it out quickly. Lu Zhu reluctantly handed her a thin and sharp dagger. This is the first scalpel that Zhao Ling drew by herself and made here. It just happened to be used to try it smoothly.
She pressed her left hand on the chest of the deceased, and lowered the knife with her right hand. The blade ran a straight line in the middle of the chest. A little black blood leaked from the knife edge, and then a bloody air spread across the room.
When Zhao Ling opened the corpse's chest, Lu Zhu's face was already white and couldn't be whiter. Now that she smelled the smell of blood, she turned her head and leaned down, could not help but retched. The tough-looking people appeared to be in discomfort, and turned their faces one after another.
"If you can't stand it, go outside." Zhao Ling said faintly, but the movements in his hands did not stop.
"Little...Young Master, I..." Lu Zhu couldn't stand it anymore, and she rushed to the outside when she heard the sound of vomiting. After a while, the two government officials also ran outside the door.
In the morgue, apart from Zhao Ling, who focused on the post-mortem examination, there were only Lu Ziqing who watched Zhao Ling looking through the internal organs of the deceased intently, and Qin Niansheng, who had a pale face struggling to write.
After a whole hour of inspection, and by examining all the organs of the deceased's brain, heart, stomach, lungs, kidneys, and intestines one by one, Zhao Ling finally came to the conclusion that the deceased died of acute pulmonary embolism. Respiratory failure, the cause of acute pulmonary embolism should be some external cause, because the deceased was healthy and free from disease. So were these black substances in the teeth gaps?
Zhao Ling looked at the few black particles wrapped in the white handkerchief and thought, "This should be some kind of medicine, but what exactly is the composition of the medicine?"
She needed to conduct further tests. But she was not sure whether it could be verified. It was because the conditions here were too simple and lacked equipment and tools.
In this way, the deceased may have died of poisoning. But who was he? Why fake Du Yu's identity? Where was the real Du Yu? This matter seemed to be getting more and more complicated, and Lu Ziqing fell into contemplation.
But today was finally a great day. Not only did he find out the real cause of death, but more importantly, he eliminated Fengze's suspicion in this way. This was the most important thing. In the past few days, under the pressure of General Zhengxi's Mansion, Lu Ziqing was still a little tired.
Next, the first thing he had to do was to check Du Yu's whereabouts and the real identity of the deceased.
After two days in prison in the Criminal Ministry, Fengze was acquitted. He heard that it was Qin Niansheng's senior brother Mo Xin who helped him remove the suspicion. He insisted on seeing him, determined to thank him face to face. So he took Qin Niansheng to look for someone in the Criminal Ministry.
At this time, Zhao Ling was being aggressively questioned by Lu Ziqing in the side hall of the Xing Department.
Lu Ziqing is such a shrewd person. Since he discovered the clues in the morgue, he had seen through the fact that both Zhao Ling who was Luzhu's master, and the servant, were both female companions in men's clothing.
At this moment, he stared at Zhao Ling with scorching eyes, and asked, "Who are you? Why do you pretend to be Qin Niansheng's senior and a woman pretends to be a man in the Criminal Ministry?" He had sent people to investigate Qin Lin. Except for Qin Niansheng, he basically had no second apprentice.
Zhao Ling cried secretly. "This Lu Ziqing is really not easy to fool, has he seen through it so quickly?" She thought she was dressed a lot like this. It was just that she couldn't tell him her true identity anyway. This was not only related to Zhao Jiang's Mansion, but also related to Xuan Wang's Mansion, and she couldn't afford the consequences.
So she could only smile apologetically, and said to Lu Ziqing. "Lord Lu, please forgive me, I really can't tell you about my identity for the time being, but master Lu can be rest assured that there is no malice in me. I just intervened in this matter to help a deceased person."
"You can't tell me who you are?" Lu Ziqing asked with a frown.
Zhao Ling still shook his head, "I can't reveal too much, please forgive me, Master Lu."
"Do you think I can't find out if you don't say it?" Lu Ziqing said coldly.
Zhao Ling smiled and said, "I feel that what Master Lu has to do now shouldn't be here to discuss my identity. Isn't the identity of the deceased more important?"
Lu Ziqing snorted coldly. When he saw there was nothing to ask at the moment, he walked away, thinking about going to Qin Niansheng to find out about the situation. He didn't believe that he could not find out the true identity of Mo Xin.