Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

The death of Li Sansi became an opportunity for Qin Zhiyu to leave Northern Xinjiang early. He didn't inform anyone in advance that he was leaving, and he didn't even bring a few guards with him, except for his naive son. , and has been with him for many years, a confidant guard named A Yan.

Xiao Nan Guicong opened his eyes, and what he saw was the desolate scene of the blizzard raging in the Northland. He had never seen the gentle spectacle of singing birds and fragrant flowers. Everything he saw along the way felt fresh. He touched this and smelled that, okay? happy.

Seeing his virtuous demeanor running around, Qin Zhiyu suddenly thought that Li Sansi's son in the capital should be his age, and he doesn't know how that kid will live after his death...

A rare tenderness appeared in Qin Zhiyu's eyes. He patted his son's head and asked softly, "Nangui, if you go back to the capital this time, maybe you won't have to go back to the desert for ten or twenty years, and you won't have to worry about Rongdi committing crimes at night." On the other hand, I chopped off your head with a knife while you were sleeping, so I can sleep more peacefully."

Xiao Nangui opened his big watery eyes, quietly waiting for his next words.

"Father doesn't expect anything from you, and he won't demand anything from you. There is only one thing you need to keep in mind. Nangui, you are the empress of Marquis Wu, and you are an indomitable man. When you enter the capital, if you want to replace father, you will also replace father." An old friend of mine, guard a little brother."

From then on, Qin Nangui subconsciously engraved the desire to protect this little brother whom he had never met, and a few days later, he and Li Ying met for the first time.

Qin Zhiyu lied about the date of his arrival in Beijing, and rushed to the outside of the imperial capital one day earlier. In the middle of the night, he went to the outskirts of the unfinished Yuling Mausoleum and dug Li Sansi's tomb.

Emperor Xianzong gave that person enough favors before his death, and he was willing to let him accompany him after his death, and enjoy the treatment of the imperial tomb earlier than the owner of the tomb. I don't know why, I guess he didn't expect it to be so sudden, otherwise he would have mentioned one or two things in the hand letter...

"Li Sansi, tell me how you died..."

Ah Yan bowed to the coffin, without hesitation, he pried open the long nail with his hands, and with a crisp sound, the coffin lid rose up, and a pungent stench came over his face.

Qin Zhiyu covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and rolled his eyes at the man who had been dead for a long time without any trace, "Very good, it doesn't look like he died of poison."

A Yan looked blank, and he explained: "Poisoning death into the body can keep the body from decaying. I received the imperial court's obituary a month ago. If that was the real date of his death, the degree of corruption of the body is normal."

After finishing speaking, he threw away the veil, and touched the bones underneath through the thick silk covering the corpse. He didn't feel that the hand felt too soft or too hard, and the skin, flesh and bones were also normal, which meant that no bones were broken by blunt blows. seriously injured.

In the last step, he lifted the silk and saw Li Sansi who had been buried in the ground.

In recent years, he seems to have aged a lot, or he may have swollen eyes after death, which is why he has sagging eye bags and loose skin.

"Li Sansi, how did you die..."

Facing his old friend who had been dead for a long time, Qin Zhiyu couldn't calm down, and for a moment he lost the severity of his attack. He grabbed the man's collar with trembling hands and pulled it away.

Li Sansi's body has been decomposed, especially a wound less than an inch long on his right chest, mixed with rotting corpse spots, looks very inconspicuous.But when Qin Zhiyu gently opened the wound, he found the silver-gray murder weapon stuck in the flesh.

There are large bruises around the wound, almost occupying half of the body. Although they are of different shades, they don't look like scars caused by violence.

This is……

He looked at Li Sansi who had his eyes closed and his teeth clenched tightly, sighed and patted the man's hand as a comfort to the deceased, then he stuck his fingers into the wound and pinched out the foreign object.

According to the moonlight, one could clearly see that it was a knife blade with a broken handle, mottled and rusted on the surface, and it was half a foot long.

It is enough to see that Li Sansi did not die of so-called melancholy, he was killed.

Qin Zhiyu took care of the man's remains and ordered Ah Yan to take care of everything. He went into the city alone that night and met Jiang Wuhan.

He told the doctor about the death he had found, but the other party's answer was unexpected, "If the knife is inserted into the body, as long as the internal organs are not ruptured, there is no danger of life. I have treated an old farmer before, his legs and feet Not good, he staggered when he walked, stumbled and fell on an iron nail, and the nail head went into his chest for the first time and pierced his heart, but he didn’t die on the spot, and even came to me alive and kicking for help.”

"What's the point?"

"The angle, depth, and strength of the foreign body's penetration are all said. As long as it does not affect the normal operation of the organs, it will not die immediately. I explained the truth to the old farmer, but he refused to listen to the persuasion, and he always felt halfway. The spikes of the iron nails were in the way outside the body, and they were pulled out despite the dissuasion of his family members. The result was hemorrhage, and the person died. The same may be true of Li Xiang's injuries. It was precisely because he knew that the injuries were not life-threatening that he took off the handle of the knife. Let's survive."

"But it happened to be injured on the right chest. Could it be that his heart grew on the right side?"

Jiang Wuhan became dumb when he heard this, thought for a while, and then said: "I take back what I just said, from the time of injury to death, Xiangye may not have survived for three hours."

"Indeed, his wound is not healed...wait a minute, what do you say?"

Jiang Wuhan pointed to Qin Zhiyu's right chest, "Master Hou, please take a deep breath."

Qin Zhiyu did as he did, and his chest fell, and Jiang Wuhan said again: "The thing that makes people pant is in the chest cavity, one on the left and one on the right, and you can't live without any of them. That thing is the lungs. It looks like an air bubble and is easy to break, so people have ribs on both sides to protect the lungs. Once this thing is punctured, it will quickly make breathing difficult and suffocate to death."

In order to present the truth to him in a simple and clear manner, Jiang Wuhan ordered someone to take a pork belly, fill it with air, soak it in a water basin, and stab it with a knife.

It can be clearly seen that the pork belly did not swell in an instant, and the gas inside leaked out slowly.

"If this knife really pierced Xiangye's right lung, at most he can live..."

Jiang Wuhan stretched out three fingers, and Qin Zhiyu asked, "Three hours?"

"Three days. As long as he doesn't move his body, his life will pass slowly. From the initial pain of breathing, to the difficulty of breathing later, he will die of suffocation due to the inability of his lungs to gather air. But if the murder weapon moves..."

As he spoke, he stirred the knife inserted into the pig's belly. Due to the widening of the wound, the water in the tank quickly poured into the pig's belly, squeezing out the air inside. If this is a human lung, then...

"He will suffocate because the blood in his body pours into the lungs, and the lungs will also lose a lot of blood. The bruises left on his upper body are the best evidence. When the flesh is pierced, the blood that flows out is red, but the stasis cannot be discharged from the body. The blood, from the surface of the skin, looks blue and purple, just like the bruises caused by daily bumps and bumps."

Qin Zhiyu couldn't bear to look at the water-filled thing again, and when he thought that this was the cause of Li Sansi's death, he couldn't hold back his heartache.

He buried his face in his palm overwhelmed, and after a long time, he spoke again, "So, the murderer who killed him deliberately tortured him, so that..."

"No, I think the murderer doesn't know anything about it." Jiang Wuhan looked at the murder weapon he brought under the candlelight, looked at it carefully with a handkerchief, and then shook his head.

"This person is indeed prepared. He knows that the width of the blade exceeds the distance between the ribs of a normal adult male, so when he wounded someone, the murder weapon was inserted horizontally, and almost the entire knife was stabbed in. Please look, Lord Marquis, this The hilt of the knife was not broken, but the hilt was pulled out, but the blade remained in the body."

Qin Zhiyu glanced at it, and after just one glance, he understood in his heart, "After talking so much, what exactly do you want to express?"

"I want to say... I have been in the capital and never left. Mr. Xiang was in danger but survived. His first thought must be to come to me for help. Since the prisoner ran away in a panic after committing the crime, what could he bear?" Pain, why would you rather die than ask for help?"

"He...is leaving behind evidence for the identification of the murderer."

"Maybe, but I have to say, if Mr. Xiang honestly waited for someone to save him after being assassinated, he might not die, but he insisted on running around, and he killed himself. A little bit of blood It was poured into the lungs, and it was difficult to breathe, accompanied by the taste of severe pain, it was uncomfortable..."

At this point, Qin Zhiyu couldn't listen anymore, got up and left without even saying goodbye. Early the next morning, he went to the palace to face the saint. The Marquis of Ding'an.

The first time he saw Xianzong, the moment his eyes met, he saw through what the other party was thinking.

He knew that he was rushing back non-stop because of Li Sansi's death, and under that hypocritical concern was a question that was straight to the soul: Why didn't you die?

After seven years of stationing in northern Xinjiang, the smoke filled the air, and the murderous battlefield did not stop him. Instead, he wrote his legendary life of victorious battles.If Lin Xici's fate was so hard back then, how wonderful it would be...

However, after thinking about it, the people who witnessed what happened back then are now old and dead, and there are very few people who can recall the past with him. If Qin Zhiyu dies again, wouldn't it cut him off from everything that year? Last contact...

After a short period of contemplation, a smile appeared on Xianzong's face. He neither talked about the great achievements of the other party in recent years, nor exchanged greetings after a long absence. His first sentence was: "It's time to come back, let's go see Just watch him."

Xianzong's obsession almost made Qin Zhiyu, who had been in ambush for seven years, let go of his hatred.

He suddenly felt that this person has a lot of things to do, but he can take a moment out of his busy schedule to think about that person, even if it is only for a moment, it is also a kind of gift, a kind of pity.

Maybe Lin Xici always had a place in Xianzong's heart, but he couldn't do it because he was on the throne, too much helplessness made him a ruthless emperor.

But when standing in front of Lin Xi's speech, looking at the full-length scroll of the sitting portrait of the man, and meeting the calm and sad eyes of the man in the painting, the scene when he was strangled by himself and swallowed his last breath in his arms It reappeared in front of my eyes again.

Sure enough, Qin Zhiyu still couldn't forgive what this man had done.

The author has something to say: Lord Hou is finally about to take revenge, so you can look forward to it.

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