Chapter 342: Find a way to muddle through

Money can make ghosts push the mill.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

Xiao Jin used silver to open the way; in the huge capital, wanting to find a body that had been dead for no more than a day and met the requirements, saying it was difficult was difficult, but actually, it wasn't difficult.

Many people meant that many people died every day. Added to the many refugees outside the city who had no identity, there was too much room for choice.

With his characteristics as an old oil-slick, he made friends with all kinds of people, spent several hours, and finally found a body that met the requirements.

Chen Guanlou, as a prison clerk, gave enough convenience with one order.

Xiao Jin quietly transported the body into the Heavenly Prison, the details were in place, and then reported the death list.

The list was reported, and there was no movement for the first two days.

According to the rules, if there was no word from above within three days, and no one came to claim the body, the body could be dragged out and buried. The body could not be stored in the morgue for a long time to prevent the occurrence of an epidemic.

Besides, the morgue had limited space. This place in the Heavenly Prison didn't say people died every day, but it was possible for a few to die every other day. The space was limited, so the body certainly couldn't be stored for a long time. Unless enough silver was given, the body would be pulled to the righteous village to be parked, waiting for family members to claim it.

Chen Guanlou harbored secret thoughts, hoping that the above could completely ignore the death list, go through the motions, and once three days were up, drag them all out and bury them.

But he didn't expect that, just on the evening of the second day when he was about to get off work, people from the Ministry of Justice came, and they even brought a coroner.

Chen Guanlou came forward to entertain the officials of the Ministry of Justice, while Xiao Jin took the coroner to the morgue to examine the body.

"The medical official has already checked; these bodies couldn't withstand the punishment, the wounds festered, the pus poison attacked the heart and died. This one died of old age, that one died of illness because the body was not good, that one couldn't think it through and hit the wall with his head and died..."

Xiao Jin, as an old oil-slick, was received by him to receive the coroner, which was the time for him to play the acting skills of an old oil-slick. Without moving a muscle, just like chatting normally, he introduced the situation of the several bodies in the morgue. There was no bias, no special attention, and it even seemed particularly disgusted, not even willing to step over the threshold. He just stood at the door, pointed with his finger, and finished the introduction.

Completely fitting the characteristics of an old oil-slick prison guard, such characteristics could be seen everywhere.

The coroner checked one by one, of course, it was impossible to check particularly carefully; the main thing was to determine whether it met the cause of death on the report form and whether there were other causes of death.

Xiao Jin stood at the door, looking very bored and impatient, but actually observing the coroner's behavior secretly. He found that the coroner seemed to pay extra attention to the body that died of old age, and his heart was lifted.

The body he found was indeed dead of old age, thin and dry but had not seen the sun for years, and the body was messy, added to his detailed supplement, it completely fit the characteristics of the body in the Heavenly Prison. Unless he had fiery eyes and golden pupils, there shouldn't be any loopholes.

The coroner, with his back turned, had a hesitant look, but couldn't find the reason. Holding the principle of "more things are worse than fewer things," he finally drew a circle on the report form and passed it. Then he checked the remaining bodies.

Xiao Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After the inspection, he sent away the coroner and the officials of the Ministry of Justice, and he and Chen Guanlou exchanged a look.

"No problem!"

"No problem!"

The two were almost in unison, and their respective work was in place. As for the officials of the Ministry of Justice, Chen Guanlou handled it very freely; as long as men talked about color, they quickly drew closer to each other. Chen Guanlou was well-informed and was a regular at brothels; as long as he was willing, his color jokes would not be repeated.

The officials of the Ministry of Justice listened happily and even learned a few jokes, preparing to show off in front of their colleagues when they returned to the Ministry of Justice.

Easily dealt with, just waiting for tomorrow to pass, and they could be dragged out and buried.

But...

Everything is afraid of "but."

Good things are not spiritual, bad things are spiritual.

The thing Chen Guanlou was most worried about came; people from the palace came, and among them was an old eunuch, so old that he panted when walking and needed people to support him.

The old eunuch didn't say anything, went straight into the morgue, and went specifically for the body that died of old age.

Chen Guanlou didn't follow, but stood in the small courtyard outside the morgue, perfectly playing his identity. He was just reluctantly accompanying, and didn't want to get close to the morgue, nor did he want to get to the bottom of the palace's intention, deeply understanding the set of self-preservation.

Xiao Jin followed him, looking a bit trembling.

Chen Guanlou covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief and whispered: "Relax, what are you nervous about?"

"Is the official not worried?"

Chen Guanlou chuckled coldly, looking determined, and said: "So many days have passed, the body has already started to rot, what can an old eunuch find out? Nothing more than seeing if the body is the appearance in memory. But the prisoner has been imprisoned for more than thirty years, and it is the Heavenly Prison without light, the appearance has long changed. Don't say the old eunuch can't recognize it, even if his own mother came, his own wife came, they might not recognize it. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

Chen Guanlou gritted his teeth, "Unless that prisoner has an obvious birthmark on his body."

"Ah!" Xiao Jin was panicked as soon as he heard it. Fortunately, he still remembered the occasion and didn't dare to show his face.

"Then what to do?"

"Cold mix! Now we can only take one step at a time."

Chen Guanlou was also very irritable.

Don't say he didn't think of the birthmark before, even if he thought of it, he couldn't help it. He hadn't seen Wang Qiren's body, only his face, and the face wasn't clear either. In the dark Heavenly Prison, with a little light, added to the fact that the other party's beard and hair were messy, he didn't know how many years it had been since he cleaned it up. Once the other party shaved his hair and beard, he couldn't guarantee that he could recognize the other party at a glance.

He guessed that the death news report might alarm the palace.

He guessed that there would be a coroner to examine the body.

He just didn't expect that the palace would actually invite an old eunuch to identify the person.

The Heavenly Prison had no files on Wang Qiren, and he wasn't clear about what physical characteristics he had. The handyman who delivered the food only cared about delivering food and cleaning up hygiene, and he wasn't clear about whether Wang Qiren had obvious birthmarks or scars on his body.

Alas!

Can only listen to heaven's fate.

Today's time passed especially slowly.

It was clearly a gloomy morgue courtyard, but Xiao Jin was so nervous that he broke out in a sweat.

"Calm down!" Chen Guanlou covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief and reminded the other party in a low voice.

"Is the official not nervous?" Xiao Jin asked quietly.

"Nothing to be nervous about. If they really ask, you just say you don't know anything. Originally, we don't know anything. What is the prisoner's surname and name, we are completely unclear. If they insist that the body is not the prisoner, you insist that the one who died in the prison is this person. As for whether it was swapped, anyway, we don't know. God knows when it was swapped, perhaps it was ten years ago."

Chen Guanlou made up his mind; once the other party made trouble, he would stir up this muddy water.

A prisoner without files, a prisoner imprisoned in the deepest part, everyone hadn't even seen him, insisting on not knowing, pushing the matter to ten or twenty years ago, could always muddle through. ===== CHAPTER 343 =====