The room for the people.

Song Yu lay on the shelf, covering her body with a layer of white cloth, covering everything.

When Su Qingran saw this scene, she frowned slightly.

The body was hidden in the room. Why didn't she notice the abnormality when she was packing her luggage?

He raised his foot forward and prepared to lift the white cloth.

In the past two years, as long as the body is seen, she will have a post-mortem examination, and she has formed a conditioned reflex.

"What are you doing?" Yun Jin stopped her.

"Look at how he died."

"It's a question, you killed me." Li Liang added.

"Then tell me, how did I kill him? Did I wipe the neck with a knife or stab the stomach?" Su Qingran's voice was slightly cold.

Li Liang was stunned and then opened his eyes, "You killed the person, how do we know?"

Su Qingran glanced at the few people in the room and saw that everyone was looking at her with the eyes of a murderer.

His eyes turned around and fell on Murong Che, "I said I didn't kill people, is the prince trusted?"

"How can I believe in you?"

"I'll ask the prince to give me a chance to have my autopsy!" Su Qingran's solemn, her round and tender little face was firm.

"Examination...automation?"

After speaking, everyone in the room looked at her in surprise.

"You can have a autopsy?" Li Liang said in surprise.

Su Qingran ignored it and looked at Murong Che again, "I beg the prince to give Han Qing a chance to prove his innocence."

"But... Song Yu was clearly killed by you, how else can you prove it?" Li Liang murmured.

The others also agreed, "Yes, the facts are all in front of you, and you still want to argue!"

"Han Qing, you'd better help..."

"Quarrel."

Murong Che's word was deserted and immediately shut up everyone in the room.

Yun Jin looked at him carefully and hesitated: "Criminal, I will take them down."

"No need, just let them watch me for the autopsy here. Maybe the murderer is among them." Su Qingran narrowed her eyes, and her cold and sarcastic eyes flashed across everyone's faces one by one.

When faced with those unnatural black pupils, the sarcasm at the corners of his mouth became even more serious.

"When will this prince promise you to have an autopsy?"

this……

Isn’t he just the default meaning?

"Criminal, you are the Minister of the Dali Temple. I heard that there have never been any unjust cases in the case you have passed. Now that the slave is wronged, you will definitely not sit idly by, right?" Su Qingran began to flatter.

"Are you finished?"

Seeing that he did not respond, Su Qingran was stunned and nodded.

She really couldn't think of how to praise him anymore.

"It's OK to have an autopsy, you have to agree to this prince with a condition."

"Prince, please tell me."

"I'll talk about the conditions later, you can check it first."

Su Qingran's eyes rolled, wouldn't this scum dig a hole for her, right?

Without thinking too much, he stepped forward and took off the white cloth covered by Song Yu's body.

At this time, Song Yu's eyes were wide open, his eyes were protruding, and his face turned red and black.

It looks a bit terrifying at first glance.

Everyone took a look and they were so scared that they stepped back and did not dare to look again.

However, Su Qingran seemed to have not seen a corpse for a long time, and was a little kind.

After checking Song Yu's face, he couldn't help but sigh. This enchanting man with a vigor about cleanliness always twists and turns, but unexpectedly he turned into a cold corpse in a blink of an eye.

"It seems like I'm dying with my eyes open." Bailihe glanced and spoke lightly.

"If you are suffocated to death, you will naturally die with your eyes open."

As soon as Su Qingran finished speaking, a subtle sound came from the crowd, someone accidentally kicked the chair.
Chapter completed!