Among the crowd, Lin Youxie was the only one with an expressionless face.

Yang Weitong looked at her and said: "Of course an autopsy is required. There must be an explanation for Wu Lao's death. This is what we do, but..."

According to the established rules, people who are close to the deceased are generally not allowed to conduct autopsies. Because the emotional fluctuations are too great, it can easily lead to deviations in the results... at least not the first one to do the autopsy, lest the results are not objective and some clues are destroyed.

Of course Lin Youxie knew the rules. But she just repeated: "I want an autopsy."

Her eyes were too firm and stubborn.

There were many people present who could be said to have watched her grow up. They watched how that little girl grew up step by step to become what she is today.

She doesn't believe anyone in the entire Beiya now.

But who can not understand?

Yang Weitong was silent.

Zheng Shi sighed: "Let her test it."

Lin Youxie then walked closer, looked down at the body for a moment, then reached out to close the coffin lid.

There was still no expression on his face.

No sadness, no tears.

Jiang Wang silently walked forward, lifted the coffin, turned and walked towards Beiyali: "I'll help you."

Lin Youxie said nothing and just followed him silently.

The crowd made way for them.

The two of them took a coffin and headed straight to the morgue.

To go to the morgue, you have to pass through Bei Ya Prison. This is not the first time Jiang Wang has visited this road.

Carrying the coffin, he walked through the bare iron house.

Not long after, Zheng Shangming followed.

It is appropriate for someone to observe the autopsy during the autopsy.

Since Jiang Wang and Lin Youxie have the same stance, a third person is definitely needed to supervise.

Zheng Shangming, who is responsible for the Feng Gu case together with them, is obviously the best choice.

The sense of proportion in this cannot be accurately grasped by someone other than a person like Zheng Shi.

Although the three of them are considered the backbone of the Qingpai system, the headman on duty at the morgue still carefully recorded the state of Uriel's body and asked the three of them to sign it before opening a separate room for them.

Morgue.

Coincidentally, this morgue is exactly opposite the morgue where Jiang Wang came last time.

If it had not been locked, the doors on both sides were wide open, and Feng Gu's coffin should have been visible from here.

Jiang Wang glanced at the head catcher for a few times before putting down the coffin he was holding.

Speaking of which, the two corpses in the morgue both died because of the same case. They also struggled from that year to the present, so they can be regarded as dying at the same time.

Feng Gu's coffin faced Uriel's coffin, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding.

After the headman from the morgue left, Zheng Shangming explained casually: "The rules are here. It's normal to be stricter. It's not directed at anyone. Brother Jiang, please don't mind."

"What's there to mind?" Jiang Wang twitched his lips: "I'm just curious, if this place is so strict, how did that person get in last time?"

Zheng Shangming was silent for a moment and could only say: "The man who sneaked in last time is called Qi Song. He has an uncle named Qi Huaichang."

When he mentioned this matter before, he only vaguely mentioned it by the name of Yangxin Palace, without saying who it was specifically.

I didn't expect Jiang Wang to be so vindictive, so he asked questions when he found the opportunity.

Although he and Jiang Wang were on different paths and were destined not to become close friends, they did not want to destroy the existing friendship. In comparison, it was not a big deal to let out the news about Qi Song.

Qi Huaichang is also one of the deputy inspection envoys who holds real power. His status in Beiya is no lower than that of Yang Weitong. It is really simple to arrange for someone to be admitted to the morgue.

"Oh, Deputy Ambassador Qi!" Jiang Wang nodded, indicating that he understood, and stopped talking.

At this time, Lin Youxie had opened the coffin lid again, completely exposing Uriel's body to the air.

This is a face she is very familiar with.

Because it is so familiar, it seems strange at this moment.

Ever since she could remember, Grandpa Wu had always looked like an old man. This meant that he was no longer young when he achieved the arrival of God.

But the "old" and energetic spirit of the past cannot conceal the majestic strength and the persistence that breaks everything.

Now it is dry, like a ring of bark wrapped around a piece of rotten wood.

God is dying and decaying.

There are special autopsy tools in the morgue, which are placed next to the stone platform.

But Lin Youxie just silently took out his small black wooden box from the storage box.

Pulled out the first drawer, selected a pair of gloves, and slowly put them on.

Then he pulled out the third layer and selected a two-inch-long pointed knife among the various knives.

Close the wooden box again.

The whole process was very peaceful.

Now, she held the knife in her right hand, while her left hand slowly untied the old man's clothes and gently pressed it on the left shoulder socket.

The skinny corpse in front of her, and the coldness she could still feel through her gloves, were silently describing the facts to her.

The person who said, "I follow my 'law' and walk my way. I don't care about anything, and I don't avoid people and ghosts." No longer exists.

Your "Dharma" is in the Qingpai, and your "Tao" is in the Sanxing Palace.

If it was true that he was "ignoring everything", why did he give up everything he owned in Beiya and pursue it alone for so many years because of his friend's death?

If you are someone who "doesn't avoid people and ghosts", how come you have treated me like your own child and taken care of me for so many years since you were a child?

There are so many questions that can only be kept in my mind and will never have answers.

Lin Youxie was silent.

So what is the point of pursuing the truth?

What is the purpose of pursuing the truth?

Do you lose another relative because of the injustice of one relative?

Facing the corpse in front of her, she doubted for the first time the path she had traveled over the years.

Jiang Wang and Zheng Shangming were also silent, just waiting for her move.

Lin Youxie made the first stab in silence. The tip of the knife penetrated into the shoulder socket and penetrated an inch and a half. She skillfully pulled it down diagonally and made a half arc.

Gently pick it up with the knife, the edge of the knife is opened, and the texture of the muscles is clear.

She looked at it carefully, remembered it in her mind, and then pushed back the cut flesh.

After a simple cleaning, he put away the knife and took out a translucent thin cone, which was only slightly thicker than an iron nail but five inches long.

The index finger and middle finger of the left hand took a few steps on the side of the body and then pressed it in place, then naturally pierced it in...

Jiang Wang and Zheng Shangming watched Lin Youxie silently as they completed all the autopsy work.

From the scalp to the toes, from the outer skin to the internal organs, no possible clues have been missed.

She is so calm.

The movements are clean and precise, without any delay.

Even with the most critical eye, you can't find anything wrong.

Zheng Shangming, who silently wrote down all the data of the corpse in his mind, could not help but be amazed by this superb skill. Compared to Jiang Wang, he was able to understand the "skills" better because of his family background.

And when he looked at Lin Youxie who was already packing the wooden boxes, he was actually even more surprised by how calm she was during the process.

"Have you taken your medicine today?" Jiang Wang sniffed it gently and asked suddenly.

Lin Youxie was stunned for a moment, his hand holding the knife stopped there.
Chapter completed!