Chapter 10

How should she answer? Zhuo Qing pulls her lips lightly and replies lazily: "I'm just passing by."

Passing by?!

Everyone is dumbfounded. What kind of answer is this!?

Prime Minister Lou rubs his nose, pretending to cough lightly, so as not to burst into laughter. Passing by?! He can actually think of that.

He he he... simply contempt of court! Wu Zhigang's face turns black with anger. Ignorant child, what kind of place does he think this court is! Forgetting for a moment that Prime Minister Lou is still by his side, Wu Zhigang walks to the middle of the main hall, points at Zhuo Qing and shouts angrily: "Unreasonable, come here! Give me him..."

"Lord Wu." A not-too-heavy, not-too-light call, like a basin of cold water poured from the head, Wu Zhigang wakes up, hurriedly turning back, replying respectfully: "What are Prime Minister Lou's instructions?"

Standing up and smoothing his slightly wrinkled gown, Prime Minister Lou asks: "Where is the corpse now?"

Wu Zhigang looks at the yamen runner who came to report, and the yamen runner replies in a panic: "Still in the prison."

Walking through the main hall, Prime Minister Lou walks toward the side door. Wu Zhigang is startled and follows immediately, asking urgently: "Prime Minister Lou, what are you doing?"

"Let the coroner go over and examine the corpse. This Prime Minister wants to supervise personally, whether it is suicide or murder!" Prime Minister Lou is neither hot nor cold, unable to see whether he is happy or angry. Following him in panic, Wu Zhigang's back is already soaked.

Upon hearing that the corpse is to be examined, Mrs. Lin rushes forward again. Lin Bokang died suddenly, and the villagers also want to see clearly. A group of people also follows and rushes in. By the side door, the yamen runners' long staves have already been raised: "You cannot enter!"

Mrs. Lin grabs the long staff tightly, her hands shaking, crying while colliding: "Why? That is my husband!"

Wu Si blocks Mrs. Lin's side with his tall and sturdy body, his honest face full of pleading: "Government runner brother, let us in!"

"No!" The yamen runners don't even look at them, with no room for negotiation.

Zhuo Qing leans against the door frame, watching the tug-of-war between the villagers and the yamen runners lazily. They don't understand anything, and it's useless to go in. It's better to pray that the Prime Minister is brilliant and can solve the case. Yawning, Zhuo Qing turns to go out. She is sleepy to death. Since she arrived in this place inexplicably, she hasn't had a good sleep. She needs to find a place to rest well before thinking about what to do next.

Just as her foot crosses the threshold, a male voice as clear as a spring sounds: "Let them in."

The person who comes is Prime Minister Lou's personal guard. The yamen runners look at each other and dare not stop them, immediately releasing the long staves. The villagers, along with Mrs. Lin, rush in.

A very nice voice. Zhuo Qing looks back curiously. A white shadow appears by the side door. He should be Prime Minister Lou's guard. Squinting slightly, Zhuo Qing observes secretly. Estimated height 190, skin as white as snow, dark brown hair matches him very well, features are clear, sky-blue eyes are like transparent glass. Combined, he can be called a top-notch mixed-race beauty. But the most special thing is not these. There are no excessive expressions on his face. He looks neither cold nor gentle, a kind of detached temperament. She doesn't like it much, but she has to admit, it's very charming!

The man suddenly walks toward her direction. Zhuo Qing pulls the hat brim and waits for him to pass. He stops beside her, and his indifferent voice says calmly: "Let's go."

"Where to?" Zhuo Qing plays dumb.

"I don't mind doing it myself." Following the cold response, a pale hand grabs Zhuo Qing's arm tightly.

"Stop! I can walk myself." Damn it, so strong!

Mo Bai lets go slowly, walking in front without saying a word. Zhuo Qing rolls her eyes. It turns out that bodyguards of any era must be cool! Unwillingly, she follows him into the prison. When passing him, Zhuo Qing snorts coldly: "Looking at your beautiful eyes, I won't hold it against you." Otherwise... she has another bad habit, which is holding grudges!

Mo Bai is startled. Beautiful? Because of these eyes, he was abandoned by his family. Everyone said he was a ghost. He had no relatives, no friends, and no one was willing or dared to look directly into his eyes. Such eyes, he said they were beautiful!?

A trace of mockery flashes in his eyes, but his pale face remains indifferent.

Prison

Zhuo Qing turns around and finally reaches Lin Bokang's cell.

Zhuo Qing deliberately observes the surrounding environment. The cell happens to be at the very end of the prison. The duty yamen runners don't walk in, so they can't see this cell at all. And I don't know if it's a coincidence or intentional, the few cells near this cell are all empty, which means that what happens in the cell basically won't have any eyewitnesses.

The entrance of the cell is already crowded with people. Zhuo Qing stands at the very outside, but can still see the corpse hanging high under the roof beam. The deceased's face is purple, obviously swollen, and the facial skin has scattered punctate hemorrhages. It should be asphyxiation, that's right. Looking down, Zhuo Qing's brows knit unconsciously.

"Greetings to the Prime Minister!" A male voice sounds behind her. Zhuo Qing looks back and sees a man in his thirties rushing over, bowing to Prime Minister Lou.

"Who are you?" What he asks is the middle-aged man, but Prime Minister Lou's eyes only stay on Zhuo Qing. The gaze he used to look at the corpse just now was focused and sharp. Jing Sa checked all night last night, and there is no disfigured teenager in Niu Family Village at all. Who is he, and was kidnapping Qingfeng his idea, and what was his intention? Prime Minister Lou is very interested in knowing everything about him!

The middle-aged man replies respectfully: "The commoner is Wang Bingsheng, a coroner in Yingtian Prefecture, who has been examining corpses for more than ten years."

Coroner? That is the ancient forensic pathologist. Speaking of examining corpses, a confident and even conceited expression appears on his face. Zhuo Qing's irritable mood finally becomes a little better. She really wants to see how they examine corpses.

"Good, then you examine it well, whether it is suicide or murder." He only cares about the case, but not the person. If it is murder, this case must be involved, and those who can kill in the Yingtian Prefecture prison are not simple characters.

"Yes."

Wang Bingsheng walks into the cell, and the yamen runners have already taken the corpse down.

The purple face plus the swelling makes it almost impossible to see the original appearance. The stiff body lies straight on the ground. Mrs. Lin cannot bear the blow and collapses on the ground: "Husband..."

"Be careful, Madam!" The villagers help Mrs. Lin to the side. Zhuo Qing takes the opportunity to walk into the cell. She only glances at the strangulation mark on the neck, puts her ten fingers into the deceased's hair, and checks the head carefully. After a while, she lifts the deceased's neck and checks the back of the neck. After looking, she pauses, then presses the deceased's mouth, and a trace of saliva flows along the corner of the mouth.

(End of chapter)