On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

Even if Gongsun Zhuoyu did an autopsy to handle the case, he had never encountered such a wicked thing.He was startled, which was rare, and he ran out in a hurry after realizing it. Who would have thought that he would run into Wen Zhongqing who was chasing him.

"Hey hey!"

Wen Zhongqing did not practice martial arts better than Gongsun Zhuoyu, he was knocked to the ground directly, fell on his back, his eyes stared at gold stars.

Gongsun Zhuoyu was startled into a cold sweat. When he saw Wen Zhongqing, he grabbed him from the ground, pointed to the inside and asked, "What's in that room?!"

Wen Zhongqing was confused, and subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed, but saw a female corpse lying on the ground with her mouth wide open, smiling at herself miserably, her face turned pale with fright, and she screamed out: "There is a dead woman!" Ghost ah ah ah ah!"

He yelled and scrambled back, the sound directly attracted the yamen servant on duty, a group of people rushed over from the front hall immediately, surrounded the bedroom tightly, and the saber at his waist was unsheathed.

"What happened?"

"Where did the ghost come from the Yamen?"

Everyone chattered and looked around, but when they saw the female corpse lying under the middle hall, their voices stopped abruptly and they fell into a deathly silence.

You hour has passed, and the yamen servants were supposed to go home after work, but at this moment they had to gather together in the courtroom.Candles were burning on the candlesticks, and the flickering candlelight made the normally fortified lobby even more spooky.

There are no people watching the excitement outside.

A cold female corpse was kneeling under the hall.

Her figure seemed to be fixed by something, and she kept kneeling on the ground, clasped her hands together, and looked up at the sky.The corner of the mouth formed a strange arc because of the large tear.Her face was covered with bruised and purple corpse spots, and her expression was distorted in horror. After the wax solidified, her mouth was stretched wide, and a section of the wick was exposed.

A woman is like a human candle, as long as the wick is lit, it will start to burn.

It is said that if you raise your head three feet, there is a god on it, but when she looked around, she couldn't see where she came from.

Gongsun Zhuoyu couldn't even sit on the chair anymore, it seemed like there were nails on it, and it was uncomfortable no matter how much she sat on.He habitually wanted to pat the gavel, but when he realized something was wrong, he threw it back. He stumbled and pointed at Wen Zhongqing and said, "You, you, you... turn her around, don't face me."

Wen Zhongqing was not lightly frightened, she kept shaking her head and waving her hands: "Master... my lord, this subordinate is afraid."

"Bastard," Gongsun Zhuoyu glared, and slapped the table angrily, "I haven't asked you where this corpse came from, but you're already scared!"

Wen Zhongqing's legs softened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud: "My lord, I really don't know where this corpse came from. The entire Jingzhao Mansion has never seen this woman before."

The yamen servant on the side also nodded: "Yes, my lord, the subordinates have never seen this woman before. Could it be that someone deliberately killed her and threw her here to provoke her?"

Only Ye Wuhen can do this kind of thing that provokes the government, but he is still in death row, and he is seriously injured, and he will be beheaded next month.Furthermore, he is a chivalrous man, so he should not attack a weak woman.

Gongsun Zhuoyu still felt panicked, so he simply walked down from the courtroom, and glanced at Wen Zhongqing: "Where is Wu Zuo?"

This corpse is not an ordinary evil, he doesn't want to examine it himself.

Wen Zhongqing swallowed her saliva, and said with difficulty: "My lord, his wife is about to give birth, and she disappeared as soon as Youshi came. I'm afraid I won't be able to find her now."

Amitabha.

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to himself that today he really hit a ghost, who would be so idle and throw the corpses everywhere.He rolled up his sleeves, extremely annoyed, frowned and said to Wen Zhongqing: "Go and get all the things for the autopsy."

Wen Zhongqing froze for a moment: "Huh?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu glared at him: "If you don't go, then you will do the autopsy!"

Wen Zhongqing didn't dare to delay, and immediately ordered someone to fetch the guy who did the autopsy.A group of yamen servants surrounded him, and saw Gongsun Zhuoyu put on cloth gloves, and then fiddled with the corpse with a look of resignation.

Gongsun Zhuoyu touched the back of the female corpse's head, followed the spine all the way down, and finally touched a hard object, ordered someone to hold a candle to look, and then found the clue.

Gongsun Zhuoyu pushed back the female corpse's hair, and manipulated it with tweezers, only to hear a soft clang, a steel nail was pulled out from the back of the neck, and the female's head was finally no longer stiff and upright, and slightly drooped. It's just that the mouth is still open.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, who was so vicious, and the methods were too cruel.

Gongsun Zhuoyu endured the discomfort and continued to check. Finally, nails were found in the joints of the limbs of the corpse. However, the death time was too long, and it was difficult to return to the normal posture after the nails were pulled out.

Wen Zhongqing was taking notes beside him, both scared and curious: "My lord, how did this woman die?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu pressed the woman's chest and abdomen, which was hard and swollen: "It may have been poured with wax oil and scalded to death."

He tried to get the wax block out of the woman's mouth, but he gave up thinking that it might tear the mouth wound.

Gongsun Zhuoyu said to Wen Zhongqing: "You post the portrait of this woman tomorrow, and check her identity first. It's getting late, so go back to each house, and continue to check tomorrow."

After saying that, he tore off his gloves in twos and twos, and ran to the well in the backyard to fetch water and wash his hands.Seeing the dark sky outside, the people felt terrified, and left the government office in twos and threes as if fleeing for their lives.

Wen Zhongqing was forced to stay here for portraits.He bit the bullet and glanced at the corpse, then turned his head in a horrible way, took out the rice paper from the desk tremblingly, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink.Take a look at the woman, draw a stroke, take a look, draw a stroke.

And here, Hong Shilang just came out of the palace, and suddenly heard that Gongsun Zhuoyu had captured his precious son, his complexion changed immediately, he got in the carriage and ordered his servants to rush to Jingzhao Mansion, who would have thought that he would be caught halfway. People stopped.

The coachman hastily reined in the reins and let out a cry. Seeing a luxuriously decorated carriage parked in front of him, he subconsciously looked inside the curtain: "Master, the road ahead is blocked."

Hong Shilang frowned, thinking of Hong Wentao in his heart, his tone became anxious and impatient: "Tell him to get out of the way quickly."

The coachman faltered: "Master, it seems to be Deputy Envoy Wu of the Beijing Law Department..."

As the deputy envoy of the Beijing Law Department, Wu Yue often walked around, and his face was somewhat recognizable.He was sitting on the shaft of the chariot with his sword in his arms, staring at the coachman with a pair of dark eyes, his expression calm.

"Wow—"

When Hong Shilang heard the word Jinglusi, he lifted the curtain abruptly. He raised his eyes to take a closer look, but saw that Wu Yue was driving the opposite carriage, and his heart skipped a beat.

Wu Yue is Du Lingchun's confidant, he is sitting outside driving the car at this time, so it is self-evident who is sitting inside.

Hong Shilang slightly raised his voice and asked, "Is it Du Sigong if you dare to ask?"

The voice fell, but there was no one answering quietly.

Hong Shilang hesitated for a moment when he saw this, he could only bite the bullet and got out of the carriage, trotted all the way to the other side's carriage, cupped his hands through the curtain, and asked with a smile, "Is it Du Sigong?"

The carriage finally moved.But seeing the curtain was slowly raised by a slender hand, revealing a slightly feminine face, it was Du Lingchun.He closed his eyes lightly, and greeted without any emotion: "Lord Hong, what a coincidence, where are you going?"

Hong Shilang didn't understand the key point for a while, he heard the words and replied vaguely: "There is something urgent, I have to go to Jingzhao Mansion."

Du Lingchun was stunned, and then asked: "What's urgent?"

Those who can reach high positions in officialdom are all good people.Hong Shilang thought that Gongsun Zhuoyu was picked up by Du Lingchun, and the other party intercepted him here today, could it be to support him?He was vaguely uncertain, so he could only smile and said: "The dog has nothing to do with it, and has committed a lawsuit, so I rushed over to have a look."

Du Lingchun raised his slender eyebrows, lowered his eyes, and said casually: "It is said that raising or not teaching is the father's fault. Although Master Hong loves his son dearly, he should not spoil him too much, otherwise it will be heard in His Majesty's ears. Wouldn't it harm your son to be impeached by the official censor?"

After finishing speaking, he said lightly: "Young man, it's better to suffer a little bit."

Du Lingchun put down the curtain and told Wu Yue: "It's getting late, let's go."

Wu Yue raised his horsewhip and whipped it, made a hasty sound in mid-air, and drove away in the carriage.Tuliu Hong Shilang stood on the spot, frowning, thinking about the meaning of Du Lingchun's words.

Seeing this, the coachman asked aloud: "Master, are you still going to Jingzhao Mansion?"

Hong Shilang flicked his sleeves and sighed heavily: "No, go back home!"

That Du Lingchun obviously came to support Gongsun Zhuoyu, he couldn't put his whole family on it because of a rebellious son, besides, the nobleman is pregnant with dragon descendants and struggling in the palace, why bother to offend the Du brothers and sisters.It's just that the old lady at home dotes on her grandson, and I'm afraid there will be a fuss.

The carriage gradually drove away, Wu Yue looked back, and said through the curtain: "Company, they have left."

Du Lingchun sat inside without raising his eyelids, and hummed: "I know."

Hong Shilang is a smart person, so naturally he can't afford to conflict with himself.Furthermore, Hong Wentao was held in prison and suffered some physical pain, and was released within a few days.

Wu Yue asked: "Company, are you going back home?"

Hearing this, Du Lingchun put the teacup heavily on the low table at hand, and said with indistinct emotion: "Go to Jingzhao Mansion."

Gongsun Zhuoyu had only made such a big mess on his first day in office.How could the Hong family be easy to get along with? If he hadn't secretly sent someone to pay attention, I'm afraid that tomorrow's impeachment memorial will be full of court cases.

The previous few Jing Zhaoyin resigned because of their ass getting hot. If Gongsun Zhuoyu was dismissed the next day after taking office, wouldn't it be a joke.

Coincidentally, when Gongsun Zhuoyu walked out of the gate of the mansion, he saw a familiar carriage parked at the door. He guessed it was Du Lingchun, and immediately lifted the curtain of the carriage and sat in. His voice was pleasantly surprised: "Sir?"

Sitting inside, Du Lingchun raised his eyelids when he heard the words, and said in a bad tone: "So it's Mr. Gongsun. Today's new official takes office. How do you feel?"

Every time he calls Gongsun Zhuoyu Master Gongsun, he must be acting out of yin and yang.

However, Gongsun Zhuoyu was stunned by the corpse today, and his brain didn't react. Hearing this, he really thought that Du Lingchun was caring about him, so he immediately buried his face in his arms with tears in his eyes: "Company."

Crack, rub, rub, rub.

Du Lingchun couldn't stand it anymore, he pushed it twice but couldn't push it away, with an embarrassed expression on his face, he scolded him in a low voice: "Gongsun Zhuoyu, I haven't troubled you yet, you are crying and wronged!"

The author has something to say: Gongsun Zhuoyu: QAQ, people are afraid