These two were brothers? Lu Ziqing glanced sharply at Zhao Ling and Qin Niansheng who were standing in front of her. One was the elegant Young Master Pianpian, and the other was a sloppy boy with a gray-headed face. Were these two people surely taught by a master? Why was this person wearing a half-mask? Could it be that he couldn't show his true self?
But at the moment he couldn't control so much. Whether it was true or not, it was left to be discussed later. First, they had to solve the current problem. The body had been in the morgue for two days, and it would only be more difficult to drag it any longer.
Zhao Ling looked at Lu Ziqing's eyes. This was the youngest third-rank senior official of the Dasheng Dynasty on the record, and he was really impressive. He wore a purple official uniform, his face was stern and restrained, but his sharp eyes reveal his shrewdness. It was as if he could see through the secrets of one's heart at a glance, leaving one with nowhere to hide.
This person was difficult to deal with. Knowing that Qin Niansheng was like this, shouldn't she dress herself a little sloppy? Zhao Ling straightened his expression and saluted Lu Ziqing with a calm expression. "Cao Min Mo Xin, I greet Master Lu."
Lu Ziqing knew that he always had a dark face and was unsmiling. Most people couldn't help but feel a little scared when they saw him. Today, seeing that Mo Xin was able to look straight at him so calmly, made him gave a nod of appreciation. At least, she had a bit of courage to himself.
"You don't need to be polite." He said coldly. "Since you are Qin Lin's apprentice, let the officer go to the morgue."
The morgue was built in the basement to the north of the Criminal Department, where the temperature was low and the corpse was easy to preserve. When she walked to the door, a cold wind blew through. Zhao Ling looked at Luzhu who was pale and so frightened, and became worried. So she asked her to wait outside the door, but Lu Zhu loyally insisted to accompany her in.
Entering the door, walking down a dozen stone steps, they saw neatly arranged morgue beds, divided into two rows, 5 in each row. Zhao Ling stopped and said to Luzhu, "Azhu, take out the contents of the bag."
The name Azhu was unisex, which should not make people suspicious of her identity.
Lu Zhu carried a blue cloth baggage in her hand. After she opened it, she took out a weird lake-blue dress and put it on Zhao Ling. The cotton and linen material was put in from the front hands and bound with a belt at the back of the waist. The clothes were very plump, covering the whole body, making Zhao Ling's figure more petite.
Everyone had never seen this weird costume before, and looked at her strangely. Lu Zhu took out a mask of the same color and put it on the face of Zhao Ling, and then took out a pair of white gloves to put on her. As a result, Zhao Ling showed only a small half of her face and a pair of eyes.
After being fully dressed, she nodded to Qin Niansheng and said, "Go ahead."
Qin Niansheng also put on a mask, walked to one of the beds in the upper left corner, and lifted the white cloth covering it, revealing a naked male corpse. The corpse had been parked for two days and it had begun to smell like a corpse.
Although Lu Ziqing also wore a mask, she couldn't help but frown. The several government officials next to him also turned their heads sideways, not daring to look directly, and Lu Zhu's face was even paler. Alternately, nausea and vomiting.
This was Zhao Ling's first real post-mortem since she came to this world. Standing so fully armed in front of a corpse, she immediately found the sense of professionalism she hadn't seen for a long time, and felt that the cells all over her body began to work. Luzhu looked at her lady's eyes shining at a corpse incredulously, and thought sadly "It's over. My lady has lost her senses in the fire? Why is she so abnormal?
Zhao Ling didn't have the time to take care of other people's thoughts. She was bending down and concentrating on examining the corpse in front of her.
"The deceased, male, aged 20-23 years old, height..." Zhao Ling paused, she converted according to the measured size here, and continued. "About 6 feet, judging from the corpse spots, the time of death Because..." She wanted to say 40-48 hours, but when she thought about it wrong, she changed her words. "About 24 hours, that is, two days ago."
Zhao Ling's tone was flat and slowly said without a trace of emotion. She squinted and glanced at Qin Niansheng who was standing by the side, frowning and said. "You write it down."
Qin Niansheng's mind has been in a vacuum since Zhao Ling bent down and the autopsy started. He was calmed by the light in Zhao Ling's eyes and thought, "This is professional!"
Hearing Zhao Ling's instructions suddenly, he immediately responded subconsciously. "Yes." He picked up the brush record, as if it was a matter of course to follow her instructions.
Zhao Ling continued to examine the body. "Slightly cloudy eyes, no abnormalities in the nasal cavity and external auditory canal, pale lip mucosa, no damage. The teeth are intact, with a few black objects in the interdental space. No damage is seen on the neck. There is a slight bruise on the left chest, which is initially judged to be caused by external forces. Cause, but not fatal. No abnormalities were found in the lower body."
Zhao Ling looked at the deceased's lower body as usual. Green bamboo who was on the side saw it accidentally, and almost screamed. She hurriedly covered her mouth and hid to the side. Lu Ziqing and Qin Niansheng also showed a trace of embarrassment.
Zhao Ling ignored them. She was carefully examining the palm of the deceased. When she checked the palm of his right hand, she paused for a while, looked at Lu Ziqing and asked, "Is the deceased a person from Wenju?"
Lu Ziqing was bewildered by Zhao Ling's serious demeanor during the autopsy. He suddenly heard her question. His always sharp eyes were stunned for an instant, but it was also a flash of bewilderment. Then he nodded and said. "That's right, it has been with the candidate list. After checking, it is Du Yu, the eldest son of Suzhou Duyuan Foreign Affairs."
Zhao Ling thought a little, and said to him, "Come and take a look."