Yu Qiansi was not in a hurry to perform an autopsy, and followed what Xiao Zhang Wu said and checked whether there were any hidden injuries on the head of the corpse.
Boyi helped her lift the body from the coffin so that she could inspect it.
Thanks to this fine soft corpse incense, the corpse in the coffin actually looked like someone was sleeping soundly.
"There are no hidden injuries on the head."
Before Boyi put the body back, Yu Qiansi moved the strands of hair around his neck and glanced at the back of his neck.
Boyi was startled and naturally understood the intention of Yu Qiansi's move. Just in case, he also took a closer look.
Everything on the back of the neck was normal, and no strange marks were found.
He reminded in a low voice: "If it is an illusion, it will not disappear after death."
Yu Qiansi nodded: "Then I have to take off my clothes and belt."
Although the tomb was dark, Boyi still had a look of embarrassment on his face. He turned around and said, "I'm going to help Shi Mo'er find something that can be exchanged for money. If you need help, just call me."
The candlelight danced in the tomb. After about a moment, Yu Qiansi took a deep breath and gathered the clothes of the corpse.
Boyi, who was picking with Shi Moer, heard the noise, was startled for a moment, and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"
He was extremely calm along the way today. He was so quiet that he couldn't even remember what he and Yu Qiansi were doing when they took such a big risk together.
Even when he saw the body of Queen Ming Ao, he was not disturbed at all.
But at this moment, for the first time, he truly felt where he was standing and what he was doing.
And, right in front of him was the answer he was searching for.
"There are many short sharp weapon wounds on the body, including a sharp weapon wound on the left chest that was fatal. At that time, the dagger must have been the murder weapon."
Yu Qiansi knew that this was very important to Boyi, and quickly said: "But Queen Mingde must not be the murderer."
She waved to Boyi to come closer.
"Look," Yu Qiansi raised an arm, opened her sleeves, and said, "There are many linear bloodstains on her palms and fingers, especially the bloodstains on the two edges of the palms are particularly deep, as if someone had used a thin
The thread was wound around many times and blood came out. The same was true for the other hand."
Boyi stood on the other side of the coffin. Hearing this, he raised the other arm of the body and looked at it. It was indeed true.
But this trace is really strange.
Yu Qian clasped her palms together and shook her head: "This is not a struggle injury after being tied up with your hands."
No one would be stupid enough to tie someone else's hands but not their wrists.
But the wrists of the corpse were clean and there were no obvious wounds.
Yu Qiansi circled his hands in the air, clenched his fists and pulled them to both sides, as if he was pulling a colorless thread.
However, there is a situation where such scars are very likely to occur.
Yu Qiansi's eyes flashed, she lowered her head and pointed at the inside of the corpse's palm.
"This is what matters to me the most."
There were calluses on the corpse's tiger's mouth, on the inside of the four fingers, and on the ulna.
Boyi knew as soon as he touched it that this was a martial arts cocoon that he had been practicing martial arts for many years. Judging from the direction of the cocoon, Lin Guifei was also an expert in using weapons.
"This..." Boyi was also troubled for a moment and whispered: "Lin comes from a family of military generals, so it is not uncommon for her to know some kung fu. However, I have never seen her wield a sword when I was a child.
Get a gun."
Yu Qiansi motioned for them to cover the coffin.
However, he walked around to the other side of the dragon coffin and looked down at the other phoenix coffin in front of him, somewhat unsure of his decision.
According to her character, she finally came here to find out clearly. But this is the coffin of Empress Mingde after all. Empress Mingde made every possible effort to set herself on fire and died for Boyi. What if she died in front of Boyi?
I'm afraid he will be sad for a long time if the restaurant opens.
Forget it, the body was burned to a disgrace anyway, and with her current level of inexperience, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to find anything.
So he turned around and patted the dragon coffin on the other side, and shouted softly to relieve his anger: "Open this!"
Boyi's depressed mood was mostly dissipated by this slap.
It's really nonsense, but it's something only she can do. Such a sneaky thing, but she makes it look like gambling.
Yu Qiansi puffed up her face: "It's so easy to come here, I have to check everything clearly. I can't make another trip next time if there is a problem, right?"
Boyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he and Shi Moer worked hard to open the dragon coffin.
This time, Shi Moer's fear could no longer be concealed.
He simply moved outside the tomb and hid behind the door, holding his head in his hands, as if he was keeping things out of sight.
Yu Qiansi then whispered: "You don't want to know, your father...how did he die?"
Boyi didn't know what he thought of, his face was deep, and he slowly shook his head.
"Although I don't care, but..." Yu Qiansi curled her lips and said casually: "Whether it was a serious illness or another cause of death, since I have the opportunity to check, I naturally want to find out."
It would be interesting if he didn't die from a serious illness.
If someone really dares to tamper with the emperor, they should not be underestimated.
Although it is of no use to her, it would be a good thing if it can help the young master and make him more alert.
"Huh?" There were many criss-crossing small wounds on the late emperor's chest, which seemed to be new wounds covering old wounds, repeated many times. The wounds were very shallow, like a dagger scratching lightly.
Yu Qiansi looked at Boyi aside with confusion on her face.
"How is this going?"
Could it be that the late emperor had some strange habit of self-destruction?
Boyi's expression flashed, and he reached out and pulled his robe to cover the wound: "It's nothing, it's just an old injury."
"No, nothing!"
Yu Qiansi opened her robe again and suddenly thought of something.
She stretched out her hand and grabbed Boyi's collar, trying to pull it away. Boyi was startled, pinched her wrist, and asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Yu Qiansi was shocked by his extreme behavior and apologized many times: "I remember... you also have such a wound on your body. Was... he hurt you?"
The lights in the tomb became darker and darker, and Yu Qiansi's vision was blurry, but the memories came back to him more and more clearly.
She recalled that in the ghost market, when she was treating the poisoned Boyi, she had caught a glimpse of his injuries.
Among them was an old wound on his chest.
It is very similar to the wound at the bottom of the late emperor's chest.
Not only that.
That day, after Jiang Jiqing returned from Qi Buddha City, he broke into Wang Song's room. His clothes were disheveled and he seemed to have some deep or shallow wounds like this on his chest.
what on earth is it?
Something seemed to be floating in her mind, but it was difficult to catch the feather in the darkness.
Even the dim light couldn't hide Boyi's stiff expression. There seemed to be an undercurrent surging behind his dark eyes. He frowned in pain and whispered, almost as if begging for mercy: "Aru..."
Yu Qiansi was aroused by this look and came back to her senses in shock, covering the wound on the late emperor's chest.
"sorry......"
Boyi shook his head and forced out a pale smile.
"However," Yu Qiansi said calmly: "The late emperor did not die of a serious illness, but died of excessive blood loss."
