No. 4 The Eighteenth Root of Gold Finger

  "Autumn is far away, so you think the village head..."; Lou Dachun's expression turned serious.

  "Not bad," Nie Qiuyuan said expressionlessly, "Father didn't die of a sudden illness, but was murdered."

  Luo Da Chun's face slightly darkened: "I'm telling you, Qiu Yuan, even if you dislike Liu Yue, you should still consider your familial ties. You can't just use her as a live target, can you?"

  Please! Little white face, don't speak so bluntly, okay? Do you know how much I dislike hearing those two words "I hate", how painful it is for me?

  "I will protect her well and won't let a single hair on her head be harmed." The male god said resolutely.

  "I'm willing!" As soon as I said this, I excitedly grabbed one of Nie Qiuyuan's arms. Everyone in the room was shocked, and the male god's powerful body shook, almost spilling a bowl of scalding medicinal liquid on my face.

  He then realized that he had forgotten to put down the bowl in his hand and placed it on the table, supporting me as I sat on the couch. I said weakly in a soft voice: "I know Dad is gone, I feel very sad, but my brain can't remember what Dad looks like, can't remember the days when we were together... this makes me even more sad..." As I spoke emotionally, tears fell from my eyes again, pattering onto my hand.

  I clearly felt everyone in the room go soft, including the male god. Even the air went soft.

  "Don't be afraid." Nie Qiuyuan said, "Now all the brothers in Bowl Mountain are gathered in the conference hall. Let's quickly catch the murderer and it will be fine."

  "How long have I slept?"

  Nie Qiuyuan probably didn't expect me to ask such a question out of the blue, and replied in surprise: "It's almost six hours."

  "Where is father? Where is father?"

  Nie Qiuyuan's face darkened.

  Still in the bedroom, things were too sudden, you are like this, and have not even had time to tidy up father's remains.

  I seized his hand and lifted up my misty eyes to say in a pleading tone: "Brother, I want to see Father for the last time."

  This demand is more than normal. It's just that he won't know what I want exactly.

  Seeing the corpse of the majestic old man lying on the bed, I wailed and rushed up to him with great composure, looking at the lifeless "Dad" with strong emotions, apologizing in my heart while messing around on his body.

  Along with Nie Qiuyuan and the others who had followed him, as well as those who were originally in the house, no one felt that anything was amiss. Even if "I" had a bad temper normally, even if memories were gone, with the body of the most beloved person lying right in front of them, the expression would probably be the same anyway.

  After a long time, Nie Qiuyuan finally came over and pulled me up. Han Meilan had already started sobbing beside us, her shoulders shaking back and forth, which made me feel annoyed and distracted.

  My mind was already a mess. Because I found some inexplicable things on the body of this old man.

  After a person dies, rigor mortis begins to set in 1-3 hours after death and reaches its peak at around 12 hours, then starts to subside after about 6 hours, with the body regaining its softness. The body stops producing heat after death, and the temperature of the corpse drops by about 1 degree per hour. Judging from the rigor mortis and body temperature of this corpse, it is estimated that the person died around 12-14 hours ago, which roughly matches what Nie Qiuyuan said about how long I was unconscious.

  But judging from the livor mortis on his back (I wailed and shook him violently for a while, almost turning him over, loosening his clothes), he should have died earlier than this time. In other words, the livor mortis on this person's body may have appeared earlier than usual.

  The face of the corpse had been wiped clean, but I still found a trace of white foam-like substance between his mouth and nose.

  There was also a faint smell of wine.

  The corpse's face was very peaceful, it seemed like a death with almost no suffering. It was as if he had fallen asleep, and then his body slowly stopped working, sinking into eternal slumber.

  Nie Qiuyuan has already determined that it was a murder, and since the corpse had no external injuries, he must have used a silver needle to probe for poison long ago. I believe nothing will be found.

  I don't know how he determined it was a homicide, because based on the condition of this corpse alone, I still can't rule out the possibility of suicide.

  "My judgment that he was murdered is based on my own injuries." "I" was severely injured because I saw my father get into an accident and was so frightened that I hit my head against a pillar. I observed the injury to my head and it was indeed caused by hitting the pillar, but how severe the injury was cannot be seen now. It's possible that the process of passing through had some healing effect on this body, which is fate, and I can't evaluate it.

  However, there are severe bruises on both of my upper arms, which cannot be caused by a collision. Even if it were a collision, it couldn't be so symmetrical.

  Someone grabbed me with both hands and slammed my head against the pillar.

  A pair of strong, manly hands. Must be a martial artist. I heard that "I" also practices martial arts, and is quite skilled, ordinary people can't handle it.

  So I'll talk about my judgment on the cause of death, which is what I think is the most unthinkable place. Although it's impossible to take blood and liver, stomach contents for toxicological examination, but I think in this state, it's very likely that he was poisoned with barbituric acid salts.

  Barbiturate is an inhibitor and the main component of first-generation sleeping pills. Barbiturate has a strong inhibitory effect on the central nervous system, especially the cerebral cortex. Overdose can cause gradual paralysis of nerve reflexes, leading to respiratory failure and death due to hypoxia.

  What does this mean? Two examples will make it clear. For example, one of the euthanasia injections is mainly composed of barbiturate derivatives, combined with anesthetics and other components, injected intravenously, acting on the cerebral cortex, quickly making people lose consciousness, and soon after, heartbeat and breathing stop, and they will die very peacefully.

  For example, world-renowned sex symbol Marilyn Monroe died from barbiturate poisoning.

  Even if used in moderation, this substance can cause poisoning when combined with alcohol in the human body, and I smelled alcohol on the corpse.

  So, if you take barbiturate sleeping pills, absolutely must not drink alcohol!

  However, the knowledge I've learned shows that barbituric acid was only discovered and extracted in 1903. But this is the Tang Dynasty, isn't it? This world has simply gone crazy and can no longer be measured by common sense.

  Maybe there are still many things we don't know about in history. Alchemy might accidentally produce tofu, and who knows, maybe it can also produce barbituric acid salts.

  All of this was collected and thought about in my wailing. Perhaps you will be astonished to ask: what is the meaning of all this?

  I forgot to introduce myself. I said a lot about the preparation work I did at the beginning, but didn't mention this point. You must have overlooked one sentence I said.

  "My name is Ye Zhenzhen, a third-year female college student."

  As a senior student, you should have a major already.

  Yes, that's my major. Originally I wanted to take the acting department, because I think acting is a very practical skill. But later I found out that in real life my acting ability is also not bad, so I chose another practical major.

  Records show that my male god rose through the ranks in the imperial court, mainly relying on his outstanding detective skills, and was a famous detective at that time.

  It's countless how many golden fingers I've planned for myself, so let's just call it the eighteenth one.

  In short, in order to fight alongside Nie Qiuyuan, I chose a complex and interesting major - Criminal Investigation.

  The author's tears moistened the small handkerchief

  A new week has begun, and I came to take a look today, and was startled. Received many recommendations, PKs, and blessings. How can I put it, sigh... just feeling very moved. On Monday morning, for the first time, my little face appeared on the homepage's new book chart and PK chart, oh~! My little heart! Thank you everyone!

  Also want to thank little Kitty Cat for sending 4 long comments in the middle of the night, praising me to the sky... shy shy shy~~~! However, Meow King said that my B-grade is very high, I think this is the highest honor, yeah, thank you, I will continue to pretend to be a teenager! Three thousand flying kisses!

  From today on, Ye Zhenzhen's Tang Dynasty journey has officially begun! Go for it, Ye Zhenzhen, you must catch up with your male god!

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