Chapter One, A Bow to Heaven and Earth (5)

This time, there lay a fully ripened corpse between her legs

Autopsy

The cold moon sighs softly, almost forgetting this matter...

In August, the heat has not yet dissipated, and keeping a corpse concealed in a box is certainly not a long-term solution

Cold Moon neatly rolled up her sleeves, bent down to explore with both hands, carefully lifted a clump of blackish substance from the box, and slowly knelt down, gently placing the charred, foul-smelling corpse on the clothes that Jing Yi had laid out before her, and then said, "This is how I brought it over"

The matter of autopsy, Leng Yue herself is also a latecomer in this field, so she is very clear that regarding a corpse, from daring to look at it to being able to look at any kind, from daring to touch it to being able to touch any part, requires a gradual process. If one rushes into it, the consequences would be a hundred times more severe than becoming obsessed with martial arts.

He is afraid of seeing blood; could it be because of this

Jing Yi rubbed his nose with a hint of helplessness and said, "I can smell it."

Jing Yi nodded; he had been waiting here until now for her to say these words

Jing Yi gazed at the beam of the house, breathing slowly, interrupting the cold moon's recollection of yesterday's tragic scene with a single remark, "I believe the murderer is very likely a woman"

Jing Yi, with a slightly darkened forehead, replaced his pen with a clean one, dipped it in the tea bowl, and offered it to Leng Yue, who, however, did not reach out to take it

A day has just passed one morning, will there be a third time today

At the moment Jingyi made her choice, she realized that she was wrong; she had fundamentally made the wrong decision.

She knows that Jingyi is afraid of many things, including blood, which he had never mentioned before

The cold moon let out a shallow sigh, straightened her posture, drew a dagger from the mouth of the charred corpse, wiped it a few times on the garment laid beneath the corpse, returned it to her waist, glanced at the teacup held by Jing Yi, and suddenly smiled brightly with a cheerful mood. She leaned over and lightly bestowed a kiss on Jing Yi's forehead, which was glistening with fine sweat

Cold Moon felt a pang in her heart and quickly held her tongue. When she spoke again, her voice was noticeably softer. "Then you should go outside; don't cause any more trouble here"

The cold moon remarked lightly, "Wasn't a considerable amount used on the day of the wedding? It must have been transferred onto him when he was brought over."

Jing Yi took the teacup from Leng Yue's hands, swiftly darted to the fish tank, and skillfully scooped up more than half a bowl of water. In the blink of an eye, he floated back, presenting the bowl with both hands to Leng Yue, while not forgetting to carefully pick out the tiny floating duckweed from the water, leaving Leng Yue with no trace of anger.

I know

The cold moon maintained a chilling yet alluring posture, turning to look at Jing Yi, who appeared to be in a daze, and said, "Paper, pen"

One cannot blame her, as Jing Yi does not look like someone who would hold a high official position. Moreover, at the moment, he is only wearing a soft, lightweight inner garment, squatting obediently beside her with his long legs bent.

There is a distinction between charred corpses and roasted meat

Good

Jing Yi couldn't help but think, was the little girl in his memory, who would cry so loudly that the entire street could hear her even if she just scraped her knee, perhaps just a figment of his imagination

With a single word, Leng Yue did not give him the chance to regret

As he saw Leng Yue about to lower her head to bite the dagger, Jing Yi quickly reached out to stop her, "You hold the dagger well, I will take care of it."

Jing Yi felt a sudden churn in her stomach

The coat spread out on the ground is intended for what purpose, Jingyi could probably guess, so when he took it off, he was already prepared to part ways with this garment from that moment on.

Jing Yi shrugged, sat down cross-legged on the ground, and said, "Well, I am here, so you can do whatever you need to do."

This is the second time she has kissed him in one day

However, in this case, the corpse would not be able to pick up much of the scent of cold moon's powder on itself

The cold moon ghost unexpectedly asked, "What blood?"

You insert the pen tip into his mouth, pushing it as deep into the throat as possible, twisting the pen tip along the walls, then take it out and dip it into the tea bowl to clean it, doing this five or six times will suffice... Spread the paper over the corpse's chest, and do not let any water drip onto the corpse.

I hadn't noticed it before; I just caught a whiff of it... There is a faint scent of powder emanating from the box. "Jing Yi took a slow breath and confidently added, "The chaotic red from Qiansefang."

Such matters are unlikely to simply disappear without a trace

"Who told you to dip it in ink... change to another one, dip it in clean water."

It is..." Jingyi thought carefully for a moment, "red, sticky and gooey, just like the kind found in ink paste and in honey water.

I am going out, what will you do

Jing Yi slowly regulated his breathing for several rounds, helplessly gazing at the tightly closed box, and seriously asked Leng Yue a question, "Is this charred corpse thoroughly roasted?"

Leng Yue twitched her lips and said, "If you really can't stand it, you might as well go out early. If you end up vomiting on the corpse later, whatever punishment I assign you to copy will be at the discretion of Prince An."

Leng Yue wanted to ask him if he had seen any other dead things, but just as the words were about to leave her lips, she suddenly remembered that Jing Yi had indeed seen some.

Take the dagger, or take the pen, choose one.

Lengyue sighed with a sense of resignation, deftly pinching the edge of the lid and lifting it slightly. An indescribable aroma wafted out from within, causing Lengyue to furrow her brow slightly.

Jing Yi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his expression lightening a bit, "As long as there is no blood."

Jing Yi hurriedly took the pen that would never again be used by him for writing, and as instructed by Leng Yue, dipped it a few times in the tea bowl. The filth adhering to the pen tip dissolved in the water, and the bowl of clear water suddenly became much richer.

Jing Yi still shook his head

Jing Yi gritted his teeth and repeated the actions of Leng Yue several times. When Leng Yue called for a stop, Jing Yi firmly believed that he would not have the mood to pick up a pen again in the near future

Only then did Leng Yue lift the teapot with one hand and hold the teacup with the other, directing the spout towards the cup's opening, tilting the pot, tilting it further, tilting it again... until it was almost turned upside down, she paused and raised her eyes to look at Jing Yi, who was squatting beside her with an expression of intense focus, "Where is the water?"

That ... ...

Jing Yi curled the corners of his mouth into a smile; although it was an unappealing smile, it was enough for Leng Yue to recognize it as a smile indicating that everything was well.

The cold moon bent down and bit the dagger with her mouth, freeing one hand to snatch the pen from Jing Yi's hand, and decisively inserted it into the corpse's mouth, causing Jing Yi's neck to stiffen.

Jing Yi honestly shook his head and said frankly, "I am the Deputy Minister of the Dali Temple, there is no need to meet, nor can I meet."

The cold moon cast a glance at the unusually quiet Jing Yi, who sat cross-legged in place, motionless. With his chin slightly raised and lips gently pressed together, his eyes silently fixed on a spot on the beam, as if he were waiting for execution

If you really have nothing to do, then lend me a hand

At the end, Jingyi earnestly asked, "Is this water okay?"

After moving in, Jing Yi never mentioned that cat again, life went on as usual, and she continued to interact with everyone in the Jing family, almost forgetting about the matter.

The cold moon had not yet come to a conclusion, while Jing Yi calmly said, "Whatever preparations are needed, Madam may command without hesitation."

The cold moon lifted the hem of her garment, which was tightly cinched at the waist, and she spread her long legs to kneel directly above the small charred corpse. Gradually lowering her back, she adjusted to a position where neither could touch the other. Then, with one hand, she pinched the charred corpse's cheeks, while with the other, she took out a dagger from her waist and slowly cut open the lips of the corpse, which were burned and blurred, carefully prying open the jaws.

Jing Yi could not help but think that if he had really left just now, she might have used other parts of her body to do something at this moment. As for which part would be used for what, Jing Yi felt that unless he witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never be able to guess in his lifetime

She said which character is not good, and specifically mentioned the character "help".

Jing Yi's words were understood by Leng Yue.

However, in the next moment, what Leng Yue did made Jing Yi suddenly feel that carrying this charred corpse from the bedroom to the study was actually nothing significant.

Leng Yue was taken aback; she had not even gotten the body out yet, so how could he possibly have such a notion? "Why?"

I need to discuss with Prince An about increasing the wages for the forensic experts

In the cold moonlight, Leng Yue found it hard to comprehend; the bright red blood and the charred black corpses, at a glance, the charred corpses appeared even more unseemly. How could Jing Yi be more afraid of blood?

... ...

The reason for the lack of visibility is that there are indeed numerous criminal cases handled by the personnel of the Dali Temple in the court. Cases that have been reviewed by the Ministry of Justice are sent for re-examination, those directly submitted by the Jingzhao Prefecture, as well as those appointed by the Emperor or Prince An. However, the most important task of the Dali Temple has always been to adjudicate cases involving officials of both civil and military ranks in the court. Jing Yi holds the second highest position in the Dali Temple, and naturally, the cases he oversees are all of utmost importance.

Leng Yue looked at Jing Yi, who had an innocent and harmless expression, and asked, "Have you ever seen a dead person before? Death from illness and the like also counts."

Leng Yue hesitated for a moment, "Are you really okay?"

Leng Yue quickly stirred a few times with the pen, then deftly pulled it out, glancing sideways at Jing Yi, and vaguely uttered the word "water".

It was only then that Leng Yue realized that the reason he asked such a hair-raising question was because he was afraid of blood

Just do what needs to be done

The paper and pen should be used for making autopsy records, but what purpose can the teapot and teacup serve

Recalling his appearance yesterday when he was retching in front of Prince An, Leng Yue raised her eyebrows and said, "Why didn't you think of the smell from the gambling house yesterday?"

Jing Yi sat with a stiff back, his expression as complex and difficult to articulate as the scent that permeated the room

Only after Leng Yue repeated it twice did Jing Yi come to his senses. He grabbed the paper and brush that were resting beside him, just as he was about to hand them over, he suddenly recalled the moment when Leng Yue had asked him where the water was while holding an empty teapot. He hurriedly stood up and quickly dipped the brush tip into the inkstone on the table before handing over both the paper and the brush.

Jing Yi was momentarily stunned and let out a sigh, resigning himself to fate

There is no need to see it in person, because even if he were to take over a murder case, there are coroner officials to conduct the autopsy, as well as minor officials responsible for supervision. Given his official position, he does not need to personally view the body at all

He has always believed that after Lengyue discovered the corpse in the box under the bed, she first went to the study to move the box containing the painting he had made into the bedroom, then exchanged the contents of the two boxes, and finally used this box to transport the corpse to the study

It is not that he was unaware of the reason for being praised by Lengyue, but rather because of Lengyue's kiss

Since he is aware of such matters, he cannot leave her here all alone

Did you not use any perfume this morning

Cold Moon was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean by ... fully roasted?"

Indeed ... only by seeing it with one's own eyes can one truly understand

He did not know what was on Leng Yue's mind, but he did know that she rarely asked for help in her daily tasks. If she brought up the matter of needing his assistance, it must be something that she could not handle alone and required his help.

Indeed

Jing Yi was momentarily taken aback

Jing Yi was originally a civil official, and it was almost instinctive for him to take up a pen to work. Moreover, he instinctively did not want to kneel on a charred corpse

The cold moon became even more stunned.

It has been spilled, you didn't say it needed water... Water, right? Coming right up!

He has been curious for over a decade, and today, he finally knows what the first thing is that Leng Yue has asked him for help with in this lifetime

That's fine, as long as he is not afraid

Jing Yi's gaze suddenly fell from the beam of the room

As she placed the bowl on the ground, Leng Yue reached out to open the box. Just as her hand touched the lid, she suddenly recalled something and turned to look at Jing Yi, whose expression had already become complicated. "Tell me honestly, have you seen a corpse in the Dali Temple during these past six months?"

A charred corpse with a completely disfigured face lay before them. Jing Yi was unable to scream, and Leng Yue was already quite surprised. Upon seeing the pen he handed over, Leng Yue was even more astonished

Unless ... ...

It is thoroughly cooked from the inside out, and no blood flows out no matter how it is turned over

The cold moon gazed at him for a while, and she felt that this timid rabbit must have forgotten something. Thus, she curled her fingers and tapped twice on the lid of the box, "What is contained inside is焦, corpse."

The first time, she nearly suffocated him with a kiss.

By the time Jingyi was contemplating these matters, Lengyue's patience had already been exhausted

That is the scent on me

The cat that Jing Yi cherished the most died tragically and inexplicably six months ago, its fur stripped away and its flesh mangled, left at his doorstep. Jing Yi did not shed a tear, nor did he lose his temper; he simply moved out of the Jing family mansion that very day with the deceased cat, taking up residence in this courtyard, which is quite distant from the Jing family mansion. The reason was that this house is closer to the Dali Temple, allowing him to sleep in a little longer every morning

Jing Yi's Adam's apple trembled slightly, "You are... how did you bring him here?"

Well done

At the beginning, she wanted to keep Jingyi around, precisely to have him lend her a hand at this moment

I was still not fully sober from the alcohol yesterday

This is nothing unbearable; the atmosphere in a gambling house is much more complex than this

To be precise, she is unable to free her hands to receive it

For his precious daughter-in-law, who has had a grudge against studying since childhood, how could a pen be something used for writing

It is not that she cannot understand what Jing Yi is saying, but rather that these words do not seem to come from Jing Yi's mouth, especially... He speaks so seriously, so calmly.

The cold moon took the outer garment handed over by Jing Yi with a sullen expression, spread it out on the ground, and Jing Yi walked back after taking a turn in the room, holding a teapot in his left hand and a teacup in his right, with a piece of paper and a pen clenched in his mouth

Jingyi felt a bit like crying

When officials commit crimes, it is not certain that among a hundred cases there will be even one involving a homicide

I need a teapot, a tea bowl, paper, a pen, and your clothes... Stop! The one outside is enough

No.