Chapter Fifteen This Undertaking Is Not Simple

  Jin Shiye merely hummed lightly and didn't return the courtesy, his face revealing a mocking smile as he said: "What kind of characters did you write?"

  Yang Qiuchi looked at the content he filled out on the form and found nothing wrong, so he asked in confusion: "What does 'Jin Shiye' refer to...?"

  Master Jin folded his fan and tapped on the table: "Read it out loud, what have you written?"

  Yang Qiuchi looked carefully again and whispered: "Blood sample... remains..."

  "Hahaha......" Master Jin laughed loudly, "Is this how you write 'blood' character? Who taught you?"

  Yang Qiuchu was taken aback: "Why isn't it like that..." Suddenly remembering something, he realized that he was currently in the Ming Dynasty, and people in the Ming Dynasty used traditional characters. The character "" he wrote was a simplified character, no wonder they didn't recognize it. This thing is not easy to explain. The traditional character for "" should be "", but there were too many strokes, Yang Qiuchu couldn't remember it at all. What to do? He could only smile awkwardly: "Teacher Jin, how do you write this character?" Jin Laoshi was quite straightforward and wrote a traditional character on a piece of paper. Yang Qiuchi copied it, then continued filling out the form. When he encountered traditional characters he didn't know, he asked Jin Laoshi. With Jin Laoshi's help, he finally finished filling out Bai Xiaomei's form and handed it over for him to review.

  Jin Shiye took the corpse's ID card with a sneer, initially looking disdainful, but as he read on, his expression became increasingly solemn. By the end, not only had his smile disappeared, but he was also shocked. After finishing, he carefully examined Yang Qiuchuan: "Little brother, have you ever been a troublemaker before?"

  Yang Qiuchi shook his head.

  Master Jin looked at the corpse again, and Song Zhizhou, who was standing beside him, asked: "Sir, what's wrong? Is something written incorrectly?"

  Jin Shiye handed the corpse to Song Zhixian: "Please take a look, sir!" After a pause, he sincerely praised, "This little guy is not simple at all!"

  The county magistrate Song had a lot of doubts in his heart, and he took over the autopsy report. Master Jin pointed to a place on it and said, "Your Honor, please take a look here." County Magistrate Song took a look and saw that it was written: "The deceased's face is cyanotic, pupils are dilated, conjunctiva is highly congested, there are blood flow marks in the nostrils, and there are blood-like residues in the oral cavity. There are three places of skin peeling on the lower part of the neck and throat knot and its two sides, which can be felt by hand, tongue bone and thyroid cartilage fracture."

  Song Zhi County took a deep breath, writing so accurately, some words had never been heard before, but at first glance, it was clear what was being said. Compared to the previous ones that were written like poetry and prose, vague and unclear autopsy reports, this one was accurate and comprehensive by countless times.

  "Master Jin pointed to another place and said: 'Sir, please take a look here.'"

  Song Zhi County looked at it with admiration, and saw that on top was written: "The deceased had two shallow red skin abrasions between the breasts, a ring-shaped tooth mark on the right buttock, accompanied by subcutaneous bleeding. On the inner side of the left thigh, two inches from the knee, there was a skin abrasion scar." Seeing this, he couldn't help but praise: "Yang Wu, you've written an excellent autopsy report!"

  Song Zhixian continued to read, "The hymen has seven new wounds...". This line of words was not very clear, and he asked: "Yang Yi, this sentence 'hymen seven points' is not very clear to the official, can you explain it?"

  Yang Qiuchi leaned in to take a look, and this sentence read: "The hymen has a fresh wound at 7 o'clock, the tear extends from the free edge to the base, the wound has blood scabs, labia minora, labia majora mucous membrane congestion, edema." He chuckled and said, "What's so hard to understand? Seven o'clock is...". Suddenly remembering that ancient times didn't have clocks, this seven o'clock naturally didn't know what it meant. He used his hand to draw a circle and explained: "The hymen at 7 o'clock refers to the position of the left lower corner of the hymen when the deceased was lying on her back."

  Song Zhi-xian and Jin Shi-ye exchanged a glance, nodded slightly. Yang Qiu-chi looked a bit embarrassed: "I'll change it to a more common way of saying it." Song Zhi-xian nodded again, handing the corpse grid over to Yang Qiu-chi.

  Yang Qiuchi put down his pen after revising it and said, "I'll go check on that corpse on the ground now."

  Song Zhixian waved his hand and said: "Wait a minute, I'll ask you, how are you so familiar with autopsy?"

  Yang Qiuchi thought to himself, "I've studied forensic medicine at medical university for so many years and worked for several years, and I've dissected over a hundred corpses. How could I not be familiar with it? If I can do an autopsy, then the inspection report I write will be professional. But there's no way to tell them that." So he said, "I was just writing randomly, whether what I wrote is right or wrong?"

  Song Zhixian smiled and said: "Right, right! Very good, I've never seen such a wonderful corpse before." He turned his head to ask Master Jin, "Isn't that so, sir?"

  "Ah, yes! I've been a judicial clerk for over ten years, accompanying many magistrates and examining countless corpses. Honestly, I've never seen such a well-written autopsy report before. You're quite skilled in this field, I must say! I was mistaken about you!" He then bowed to Yang Qiuchu.

  Yang Qiuchi felt a bit embarrassed as the two of them kept praising him, so he humbly said a few words and then turned to kneel down beside Bai Suimei's corpse, carefully examining the strangulation marks on her neck. The shape of these marks was very similar to those on Bai Xiaomei's neck, suggesting that they might have been made by the same person. Just as he was about to untie Bai Suimei's clothes for further examination, Song Zhixian spoke up in a low voice, "How's the situation? Any leads on cracking the case?"

  The reason why Song Zhixian asked this question is that Yang Qiuchi's autopsy report was so accurate. If the case could be solved, it would be a great achievement, but if not, there would be no room for excuse, and the accurate autopsy report would become a tight noose around his own neck. Song Zhixian had no idea how to investigate this case, and looking at Jin Shifu, he probably didn't have any ideas either. Thinking of his superior's contemptuous gaze, Song Zhixian felt increasingly anxious and finally couldn't help but ask Yang Qiuchi if there was any possibility of solving the case.

  Yang Qiuchi bowed his head in contemplation. The case had only been exposed for three or four hours, and if the scene was well preserved, the killer's scent should still be present. It would be great to have a police dog to try tracking the scent. Without waiting for Song Zhixian to ask, he turned to ask Yin De: "Young Master Yin, who discovered it first?"

  Yin De wiped away her tears, choking with sobs: "It was me... at noon I went to Long Gongzi's house for a banquet and returned home. When I pushed open the door and took a look, I found that they had already... already... Wuuu..."

  "Has anyone else been to the scene?"

  "I shouted loudly at the door, and people came running over. When they saw the situation, everyone panicked, and in the chaos of rescue efforts, it wasn't until half a day later that we discovered... both people had stopped breathing... waaahhhh..."

  It seems that there are many people entering the scene, the smell is messed up, even if there are police dogs, they may not be able to track it down. Yang Qiuchi felt a bit disappointed.

  At this moment, a "wang wang wang..." dog barking sound came from afar, the barking sound getting closer and closer, a black shadow flashed, and a small dog jumped into the room and ran to Yang Qiuchi's side.

  Yang Qiuchi looked down and saw that the little dog was the same black dog that had been chased away by the house slave earlier, following him. He was overjoyed: "Little Black! You're back! How did you know I was here? You're so clever!" Squatting down to pet Little Black's back, Little Black let out a few happy whimpers and wagged his tail affectionately around Yang Qiuchi.

  At this time, urgent footsteps and noise came from outside the door. Several house slaves holding wooden sticks rushed into the room, saw the little black dog, and went forward to beat it.

  "Halt! What are you doing?" Yang Qiuchi shouted in front of the little black dog.