仵作daily [traveling]

Just as the sky turned pale, a loud cock crow woke up all the villagers, and Du Si rolled on the bed a few times before barely getting up.

Pushing open the loose wooden door, the aroma of nature came in, and Du Si went to wash with his messy hair.

Chewing toothwood in the morning and wiping his face with water, these primitive methods all reminded Du Si that he had traveled through time.

That's right, he came from a certain university dormitory in a certain city in a certain district of China on Earth... an overhead world, which is very similar to ancient China, but it does not belong to any of the dynasties he knows.

Thinking of this, Du Si calmly spit out the sawdust in his mouth.

When he woke up, he lay in this room with a letter in his hand, fragments of a teacup lying on the floor, and a wet inner collar.

Now is the era when time-travel dramas are all the rage, Du Si looked at it and knew that he had run into shit|shit luck, he resigned to his fate and opened the letter, and the contents of the letter almost made his eyes pop out.

The difficult and incomprehensible small letters were written on a whole sheet of paper, which made Du Si miserable, but he still roughly read out the contents of the letter.

It was sent by a magistrate surnamed Li. It turned out that he and Du Si's father, Du Yongqiu, were close friends. Now that he has made a fortune, he wanted to find an errand for his son in the county so that his father could rest in peace.

Between the lines, it revealed full sincerity, and even recognized Du Si as a godson.

It turned out that the original owner's name was Du Si, but he had the same name and surname as him, and he happened to be a forensic doctor, so he wouldn't show his feet.

Du Si closed his eyes, and the memories from before his body flooded into his heart like a flood; the original father dragged him until he was eight years old and passed away. It was like sending charcoal in the snow, he packed his luggage and came to Longhua County, and showed the official seal on this letter to the county magistrate, only then did he have a place to stay.

How did he die?

In the last memory, Yuan was lying on the bed with a letter in one hand and tea in the other, it seemed that happiness came too suddenly and he was too excited, and he happened to drink tea at that time...

One accidentally choked to death.

Du Si wiped his face with his sleeve, and simply tied up his hair, sorting out his appearance.

Life in ancient times was boring, bathing was inconvenient, dressing methods were cumbersome, and there was no rich nightlife in modern society.

He has no money, can't go out to play at night, can only read the letters left by Du Yongqiu, and then sleeps, his work and rest routine is more and more like the ancients who go to bed early and get up early.

Du Si hadn't learned anything yet, but her skin became fairer, and it was as conspicuous as it glowed from a distance.

"My lord, it's time for dinner!" A boy in blue ran into the yard, looking at Du Si with bright eyes.

"Go, go have breakfast with me."

Du Si waved his sleeves and led the boy out of the courtyard.

Some detectives had already finished washing and were chatting and laughing at the corner. They were wearing scarlet round-neck shirts with leather belts around their waists, and black boots, with the word "Capture" printed in black on their chests and backs.

This dynasty is also very different from ancient China. The Zhou family is the emperor's surname, and the capital is the capital. The Great Zhou Dynasty has ruled for more than [-] years. Today, Zhou Xiaowen, the young emperor of Zhou, is in charge. Year name, Longhua County is located in a small place on a mountain in Xuzhou, west of the Longxing Canal, very far away from the capital.

For example, the profession of catching government servants is not as humble as it is recorded in ancient books, but is respected by people, although...the money is not much.

The arresters in front of them were all muscular, with big arms and round waists, and those with thick eyebrows were as thick as Heitan, and their sense of justice was overwhelming.

When they saw Du Si, they all squinted their eyes and pretended not to see him.

Du Si was not angry either, and went straight out.

"Hmph, today's world is becoming more and more difficult for people to see clearly. A yellow-haired child can be a gangster, and I think a sow can climb a tree!"

The angry words behind him aroused a lot of sympathy, and Du Si clicked his ears, thinking that he was deaf and blind.

"My lord, how could they say that about you!" the boy said angrily.

"The mouth grows on them, let them speak if they want to speak."

"But…"

"Du Heng, don't be a mother-in-law, I'm going to be hungry." Du Si pulled up the boy in blue and went out from the back door of the yamen.

The blue-clothed boy was a boy he bought at the market when he first came here. Seeing that he was pitiful and that he was ignored by all the yamen, Du Si brought him back to relieve his boredom.

He didn't have a name. Du Si saw that he liked playing with flowers and plants, so he named him "Du Heng".

Villagers in Longhua County get up early, when many small stalls and shops have opened up, and people carrying goods are constantly coming and going, forming a thriving scene.

"But son, what they said is too humiliating..."

Du Heng was still struggling with what to do when he was arrested, and Du Si happened to find the morning stall.

"Young master, aren't you angry?"

"Of course I'm not angry. I came in through the back door." Du Si waved his sleeves to disperse the dust on the table, and sat down on the bench.

"My lord, don't be so loud, you can't talk about such things!" Du Heng wanted to cover his mouth.

He looked at the boy amusedly, "What's more, I'm so young, I can be a county magistrate at fifteen, do you believe me?"

Du Heng pouted and shook his head.

"Two servings of Liu Niang and tofu nao fritters each—" Du Siyang said to the potbellied proprietress.

The guests at other stalls turned their heads one after another, and Du Si smiled again. He didn't care about these gazes, and continued to say to the proprietress with an affectionate smile, "Liu Niang has become more and more hydrated recently. Call Liu Niang your little sister."

"Hey, your mouth is so sweet!"

Du Heng was dumbfounded, staring at his son in a daze.

As a result, Du Si got two bowls full of tofu nao, and the proprietress kindly gave a deep-fried dough stick as a gift.

"My lord... This, this is disrespectful..." Du Heng could barely lift his face when he saw others looking at him.

"Have a meal."

Du Heng shut his mouth obediently.

Du Si ate the deep-fried dough sticks in two or three strokes, and began to suck the tofu nao.

"By the way, my lord, I heard from the yamen servant yesterday that a new arrester is coming today."

"Oh." Du Si was drinking happily.

"According to Wen Chen, he came to report. Now the sun has just risen, and I don't know when we will see him."

Du Heng's face was full of regret, seeing that Du Si didn't respond, he tried to persuade him again.

"My lord, although, although you got into the yamen through other channels, you must not let those people underestimate you!"

Du Si wiped his mouth indiscriminately, "Checkout—"

In the busy street, people come and go, very lively, a young man in dark blue casual clothes walks in it, he has black hair, tall back, straight back, outstanding temperament, all the passers-by are staring at him, the young man His ink-like eyes glanced at the depths of Longhua County—that was the direction of the Yamen.

After eating the tofu nao, the two prepared to walk back to the yamen.

Two patrolling police officers came to meet Du Si, raised their chins when they saw Du Si, and forced their faces to the position where Du Si could not be seen.

"Look at that, your nostrils are going up to the sky!" Du Heng said angrily.

"The night is too long for nothing, and the days are too short for something to do." Du Si smiled, "When the yamen gets busy, I can't worry about it."

At first, Du Si also wanted to be a big ticket, so that the policemen would look at him differently. He was also a little ashamed of his behavior of going through the back door.

But the people in Longhua County are simple and honest, and the weather is good. Since he came here three months ago, he has seen most cases of disappearances. Speaking of murder, it was a few years ago.

Du Si couldn't use any of the methods he learned in the book. He was born thin and unable to do physical work, so he became the only idler in the yamen. As time passed, everyone knew that he had a godfather who was a prefect.

"Young master? Young master!"

Du Si's head hurt from the yelling, and when he looked up, they had already reached the gate of the yamen.

In front of the yamen is a fork in the road, facing Longhua Avenue in the county seat. You can see a majestic building standing in front of you. You can see the open red gate to the end; as the saying goes, the gate of the yamen opens to the south. The gray stone bricks are spotless, and the policemen on both sides carry horizontal knives at their waists, with awe-inspiring righteousness.

A round of red sun rose from the east, and the infinite red glow shone on the bricks of the yamen wall, sprinkling pieces of afterglow. The blazing temperature that seemed to melt into the bones burned Du Si's eyes, leading him into another world.

Every time he saw this scene, Du Si's blood roared, and something seemed to break through the shackles of the blood vessels and rush out.

This student majoring in forensic medicine has a small dream in his heart. The reason why Du Si stepped into the field of criminal investigation is because his sense of justice is too strong.

He was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage since he was a child. Fortunately, the dean relied on love to generate electricity and sincerely took in an orphan like him. Du Si didn't grow up. It was also because he listened to the dean's words so much that he didn't apply for a major in criminal investigation. The dean was worried about his safety. , strongly urged Du Si to choose other majors, and finally Du Si went to the School of Forensic Medicine.

Since Du Si came here, the sense of justice has not diminished but has increased. The conditions in ancient times were limited, and many unjust, false and wrong cases were repeated. justice?

Throughout the ages, an official should serve the country and care for the common people. Although he is just a petty official and his official rank is not high, he still has some role in Longhua County. For the people of Longhua County, he decided to To do my job well, it can be regarded as having done the same good intentions as the original owner's father.

Under the sun of the world, the world is bright and bright, and Du Si wants to be that round of red sun, emitting countless rays of light, illuminating the world's evil nowhere to hide, washing away the world's grievances, and bringing the heinous criminals to justice.

Du Si looked at the lobby of the yamen thoughtfully.

"My lord, why are you standing here? We're going in!" Du Heng shook Du Si in a daze.

Du Si came back to his senses and dragged Du Heng in, receiving a lot of supercilious looks along the way. Du Heng was about to speak, but Du Si covered his mouth.

Du Si blinked at Du Heng. The kid wanted to argue a few times, but gave up.

Speaking of it, the weather in Longhua County is smooth and the weather is smooth, and the yamen is even more upright, and there is no room for a little crime, so the 'criminal' Du Si walked out the back door and was slandered by everyone.

Du Heng blinked, staring at Du Si's back thoughtfully.

The two people entered Yimen, and when they were about to go around to Du Si's residence from the side path, there was a dispute from the screen wall of Yimen.

"My lord! This rice seller stole my chicken and still doesn't admit it, you have to make the decision for me!"

"Nonsense, it's clear that you stole my rice, and instead shot me to frame me."

The two said "Master" on the left and "My lord" on the right, which made the head of the famous figure grow bigger.

The two masters and servants looked at each other and stepped forward one after another.

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