The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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After sending away Sang Chen, Yan Yan began to prepare the artifacts to be used in the post-mortem examination tomorrow.

Atractylodes, saponins, vinegar, knives, needles, gloves, masks... When I was engaged in post-mortem work, I had met more difficult environments than now. Without the tools that are easy, I can still cope with it, so She did not care about this matter, nor did she intend to gossip about it. After the completion of the test, she told Sang Chen that it would be convenient for him to write a lawsuit.

The next day, Yan Yan took the night green, after the city of the Middle East and the Sangchen meeting, and then sent a late green to find a shop that can make needles, and they went to the mortuary of the house with Sang Chen.

The morgue of the state capital Tuen Mun is actually not in the Tuen Mun, but in a more remote place, there is another place dedicated to the placement of the body, similar to Yizhuang.

Yan Yan specially changed the linen robes, dressed in men's clothing, and looked awkward after taking the power fence.

Compared with Yan Yan's waves, Sang Chen is not calm, standing in the circle around the morgue, the hands and feet shaking, and even the expression on the face began to stiffen.

They temporarily stopped in a dead alley, and Yan Yan sat on a pile of bamboo rafts, looking at the appearance of Sang Chen across the power of the soap, and said coldly: "If you are afraid, why should you find any evidence, write a random? Is it okay for the lawsuit to be perfunctory?"

Sang Chen tried to manage his rigid expression and turned to stare at Yan Yandao: "How can you say that if you look for help, you must do everything in your power, even if you can't catch the murderer, you have to list all the doubts. The government has found out that it is."

"Do you think Qin Musheng murders?" Yan Yan was interested to look at Sang Chen, who was shaking and righteousness, and asked an eyebrow.

"This... It is said that Qin Musheng beat Han Langjun to the blood, and he found out that Han Langjun was poisoned. In the next time, he just thought that the time of poisoning was too good. If someone did not intentionally frame Qin Musheng, it was poisoned by Han Langjun. But it did not kill, but Qin Musheng shot and killed people, no matter what point, Han Langjun died." Sang Chen said doubts, the tremors of the legs and feet gradually slowed down, the focus of the appearance, making him a handsome The extraordinary description is more attractive.

Yan Yan smashed, such a sang Chen, where to find a half "two" shadow!

Sang Chen paused: "When the mother is examined, it is best to check whether Han Langjun died of poison or hair, so that he can be convinced when writing the case. I hope it is not Qin Silang. Kill people, otherwise...hey!"

If it is true that Qin Musheng killed people, then with the influence of Qin, the Han family wants Qin Musheng to be guilty of imprisonment. It is really difficult.

Yan Yan remembered that she had seen Sang Chen several times. For the first time, she looked very stupid. The second time she was enchanted by the scent of flowers, it was horrible. For the first time in the Mongolian Pavilion, the pure and clear eyes and the time of reading. Intoxicated, I don’t know what I’m doing, like a book that reads a stupid book. No matter what kind of state, I don’t think of it. He will have such a serious and profound side.

"Mother?" Sang Chen sees Yan Yan for a long time without answering, can not help but sound a reminder.

"Do not worry." Yan Yan faintly returned, and asked: "When can I be examined?"

Sang Chen said a call, and the tension in his heart eased a lot. The probe looked out of the lane for a while and said: "Wait again, I made an appointment with the Korean family. When they were examined, they wanted to be present."

Yan Yan’s face was black and cold: “You didn’t tell me yesterday that Han’s family is going to watch it!”

"This... Han family is also vengeful, when the mother gets her face up, they should not care." Sang Chen is innocent and authentic.

Will not care? Nowadays, even this industry is not very popular. When someone sees a female servant, no one will be surprised!

Yan Yan coldly glared at him, the fingers in the sleeves fretting, she, now can't help but want to dissect the second goods! Sometimes stupid to be sold, but also to count the money, sometimes not only normal, but also very savvy, Yan Yan wants to dissect him to see how this person's brain structure is different from ordinary people.

"How do you want the ceramics?" If Sang Chen said that he did not do it, Yan Yan decided to leave immediately.

"The embryo is already done, it is drying. The weather is fine in these few days. It can be glazed in the early morning of the morning, and it can be cooled." Sang Chen said that it is a fact.

Yan Yan knows that it is out of professional confidence, and everything is in control. Although I did not expect it, Yan Yan was very satisfied with this result.

"People are coming." Sang Chen retracted his head, and the whole person suddenly became nervous. He walked to the face of Yan Yan, his face was a little white, and he was quite apologetic to Yan Yan: "Let the mother and a woman to face the dead body, under ... It’s really hard to be in the bottom of my heart."

"After the horse." Yan Yan also found a horrible shortcoming of Sang Chen, throwing this sentence coldly, picking up the box next to him and starting up: "Go."

"Go, go." Sang Chen nodded, swallowed and swallowed dry, and with the Yan Yan out of the dead lane.

There are actually four carriages outside the morgue! Yan Yan paused a little. Although she is dressed up for men and women, if she is careful, she can still distinguish the gender. Looking at the more than ten people who have slowed down from the four carriages, Yan Yan can’t wait to kill Sangchen. After the corpse was thrown, the sound was like a faint cold pool. "You never told me that there are so many people!"

Lie Xia Yang, Sang Chen’s head actually had a drop of cold sweat, and the face of Junyi was red, and the air was not enough. “You don’t know that there are so many people under it.”

Yan Yan turned his head and slammed him, and felt deeply that he was on a thief boat. Sang Chen was a man who could not judge by common sense.

"I can't recognize myself. I have planted this time. I recognize it! You are waiting for me!" Yan Yan said from the lips and teeth, the voice of depression, seems to be with a gust of wind, so that Sang Chen hands and feet It is getting worse.

"Mr. Sang!" Among the group of people who came down from the Han family carriage, a middle-aged Chinese man with a slight blessing saw Sang Chen and hurriedly greeted him.

"Han County!" Sang Chen quickly bowed his hand.

Yan Yan heard the name of Sang Chen, can not help but see more of Han County, Jinling County, the father of the deceased, a dark blue embroidered official uniform, the beard is only four inches long, repaired very neat, just The slightly fat face has a touch of fatigue and paleness, and has the unique gentleness of the Jiangnan people.

Han County’s gaze seemed to drift away from Yan Yan’s body. When he saw that Sang Chen did not introduce it, he did not ask much. He only said: “This time, the child’s affairs, Mr. Sang’s trouble.”

"Don't dare, Han Langjun and his classmates have a friendship with them. They can stand by and watch in the next squat." Sang Chen responded appropriately and went to the corpse with Han County.

There are only two women in the dozens of Chinese costumes, one is fifty years old and the other is about ten years old. A group of people walked behind Han County and Sang Chen, the old woman, looked at the face for a while, and then followed the support of the middle-aged woman. Yan Yan silently followed the box and followed.

The mortuary museum was built in the western suburbs. It is far from the city, and there are not many pedestrians. Even if so many people are together, they are not worried about making a fuss.

Just stepping into the morgue, a cold breeze blew in the face, with a touch of rot, when the summer, people actually began to chill from the soles of the feet.

The servants of the mortuary were all half-dead, and the leader only looked at Han County and said, "Han County, please come with me."

"Thank you." Han County's voice faintly trembled.

The white-haired person sent a black-haired man, Yan Yan could understand, but saw Sang Chen's trembling legs from behind, somehow, the mood suddenly improved.

The servant took out the key and opened the door. "Han County pleaded."

Han County turned and rushed to the old woman: "Mother is waiting outside."

"No, I have to look at the mountains." The old woman said, she was the first to enter the morgue.

The rest of the people had to follow in silently. Sang Chen’s face was white, but he looked at him with a worried look. He whispered, “You, are you not afraid?”

"Afraid." Yan Yan across the soap yarn, the sound is flat and said: "Now it is summer, the body is afraid that the corpse is all over, the face is completely different, it looks like a ghost, and, you smell it? It has begun to have a rancid taste."

Yan Yan looked at Sang Chen’s pretty face and had no humanity. He slightly licked his lips and felt comfortable. "You asked for an autopsy, wouldn't you plan to stay outside?"

There was a sob of the woman’s low inside, and Sang Chen licked her lips, and the hearts of the gods had not made up their minds for a long time.

"Mr. Sang, you can have a post-mortem." The voice of Han County was heard inside the house.

Sang Chen heard the sound and almost fell. Strongly holding the door frame, pulling out a little more ugly smile than crying, said to Yan Yan: "I, let's go."

Stepping into the morgue, a more chilly breath rushed to the surface, but there was no rancid smell, just the place where the body was placed, the atmosphere always filled with a smell of death. There was a candle in the dark room. There was only one cockroach in the whole room. The surrounding windows were covered with thick felt, and ice basins were placed around the corners to slow down the decay of summer bodies.

When Sang Chen gritted his teeth, he bowed his head and went in. He thought that it was in the middle of nowhere.

Yan Yan followed Sang Chen to the front of the squat, put the box in the handle down, took out the mask and gloves that were stitched green yesterday night, and put it on.

Indoors, the light is not good, naturally it is no longer possible to bring a power fence. After Yan Yan took a good mask, he took the power fence down.

A waterfall like a waterfall appeared, and the Han family suddenly widened their eyes. The small figure and exquisite figure were clearly a little girl!

Yan Yan seems to have not found the surprise of everyone, open the cloak, while wearing gloves, while observing the condition of the body.

Yan Yan took out a set of blank books and threw them to Sang Chen. He said: "Let's take care of Mr. Sang."

Sang Chen shook his hand and opened the book. He now has a blank in his mind, and he doesn't know what to record. How did Yan Yan tell him how to do it.

However, when Yan Yan’s hand just reached the coffin and was ready to start the autopsy, she heard someone screaming outside the door: “And slow!”

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