Lu Ziqing glanced sharply at Yang Yiting who was standing in front of him. Why was this person wearing a half-mask? Could it be that he was afraid or ashamed to 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 delay any longer.
Yang Yiting 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 Lu Ziqing was like this, shouldn't she have dressed herself a little sloppier? Yang Yiting straightened her expression.
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, he had a bit of courage to himself.
He said softly. "Since you are Qin Lin's apprentice, then let's go to the morgue."
The morgue was built in the basement to the north of the Justice Department, where the temperature was low and the corpse was easy to preserve. When she walked to the door, a cold wind blew through. Yang Yiting looked at Lu Zhu 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 through the door, they walked down a dozen stone steps, and they saw neatly arranged morgue beds, divided into two rows, 5 in each row. Yang Yiting stopped and said to Lu Zhu, "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 Yang Yiting. 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 Yang Yiting'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 Yang Yiting, and then took out a pair of white gloves to put on her. As a result, Yang Yiting showed only a small half of her face and a pair of eyes.
After being fully dressed, she nodded to the Morgue assistant, Qin Nian and said, "Go ahead."
Qin Nian 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 placed here for two days and it had begun to smell like a corpse.
Although Lu Ziqing also wore a mask, he couldn't help but frown. The government officials next to him also turned their heads sideways, not daring to look directly. Lu Zhu's face was even paler.
This was Yang Yiting'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 discovered for a long time, and felt that the cells all over her body began to work.
Lu Zhu 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 behaving so abnormally?"
Yang Yiting didn't have the time to guess other people's thoughts. She bent down and concentrated on examining the corpse in front of her.
"The deceased, male, aged 20-23 years old, height..." Yang Yiting 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."
Yang Yiting's tone was flat and without a trace of emotion. She squinted and glanced at Qin Nian who was standing by the side, frowning and said. "Please, write it down."
Qin Nian's mind has been in a vacuum since Yang Yiting started the autopsy. He was calmed by the light in Yang Yiting's eyes and thought. "This is professionalism!" Hearing Yang Yiting's instructions, he immediately responded subconsciously. "Yes." He picked up the brush record, as if it was a matter of course to follow her instructions.
Yang Yiting 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. It was a cause, but not fatal. No abnormalities were found in the lower body."
Yang Yiting looked at the deceased's lower body as usual. Lu Zhu who was on the side saw it accidentally, and almost screamed. She quickly covered her mouth and slid to one side of the morgue chamber. Lu Ziqing and Qin Nian also showed some traces of embarrassment.
Yang Yiting 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 Suzhou?"
Lu Ziqing was bewildered by Yang Yiting'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. "Yes. After checking his name on the list of candidates, he was Du Yu, the eldest son of Du Yuan, the Minister of Foreign Affairs."
Yang Yiting thought a little, and said to him, "Come and take a look."