After rejecting the marriage, the head of the Qin family was crushed by me.

Chapter 140
"She is old and can't smell the smell of cooking fumes, but she is unwilling to be lonely. Before that, if there were no children to talk to her, she would follow me into the kitchen, sit aside and watch me cooking, and then follow me Just for chatting." Marshall said sincerely, "I really hope you can chat with her for a while."

"Okay." Qianzhe Mian didn't care much, "This isn't a big deal. Let's go quickly so that she doesn't get hungry."

The two of them moved very quickly this time, and soon they reached their mother-in-law's house.

"Mother-in-law, we are back. I will cook for you. How about Mr. Anton come and chat with you today?" Marshall ran over excitedly, but was stunned when he ran to the old man. " Eh? Mother-in-law? Why are you ignoring me?"

He timidly stretched out a finger under the old man's nose: "Mother-in-law? Mother-in-law?"

Qianzhe paused for a moment, then walked forward quickly, checked the old man's breathing, and felt the carotid artery.

It turned out that... there was no movement at all...

"Do you mind if I check it out?" Qianzhe Mian looked at Marshall, "I may need you to avoid it."

"Okay..." Marshall said dullly and turned around blankly.

Qianzhe Mian put on his gloves, lifted up the hem of the old man's clothes, and looked at his buttocks. He saw that the corpse spots had already formed.

She stretched out her finger and pressed the spot where the corpse stain was, and it faded; then she removed her finger, and the corpse spot reappeared.

"Settlement period corpse stains." Qianzhe Mian told himself in his heart.

She put back the hem of her clothes, stretched out her fingers to lift up the old man's trouser legs, poked the old man's triceps calves, and then poked the deltoid muscles of his upper limbs.

Rigor mortis has already occurred in the triceps surae, but rigor mortis has not yet occurred in the deltoid muscles of the upper limbs.

Qian Zhemian covered his clothes and took off his gloves: "Marshall, I've finished the inspection. Can we talk somewhere else?"

"What are you talking about? Let us listen too?" Carlo came out of nowhere with a stern look on his face.

"It's not a big deal." Qianzhe Mian spread his hands, "According to my judgment, the old man has been dead for about three hours, less than four hours."

"I understand." Carlo nodded, "I will arrange for someone to bury her."

After saying this, he took Qin Yelan away.

Marshall held his head in pain, with a cry in his voice: "How could this happen...she...didn't even know that her grandson died in a foreign country...how could this happen...?"

"Everyone has his or her own destiny. You...be grieved and accept the changes." Qianzhe Mian was not good at comforting people, so he said dryly, "Do you want to go back and take some time off?"

"Then...I'm leaving first...I really should take a breather." Marshall stumbled and almost fell, then he stood firm and stumbled away.

Qianzhe Mian stood there and bowed three times to the deceased: "Old man, your grandson's death will not be in vain."

She turned around and looked at a tree on the side of the road with a cold look: "Who?"

"Mr. Anton." The person who came out was Qin Yelan. His eyes were indifferent and his tone was a little cold. "As a photographer, why do you know the knowledge of forensic medicine?"

"This is normal." Qianzhe Mian shrugged and spread his hands, speaking in a normal tone, "Before this, I was running on the battlefield. Of course, I had to make sure the person lying in front of me was dead or alive. Otherwise, wouldn't it be easy for me to... Accidentally exposed state secrets? I have always been a neutral person and will not help any country to profit, and naturally I will not harm the interests of any country."

"Excuse me, do you have any questions?" She asked very good-naturedly after explaining. "No...no more." Qin Yelan waved his hand hurriedly, "I'll take you back."

"There's no need to send me back." Qian Zhemian's eyes were slightly cold, "I think you don't look like the people here."

"Ah?" Qin Yelan didn't know why.

"Your hands and your neck." Qianzhe Mian said softly, "They are not the same skin color."

She smiled lightly: "I'm going back first."

Qin Yelan stood there and looked at the back of his hand, and then realized that he had indeed forgotten to cover the skin color on the back of his hand.

He patted his head and cursed himself for being confused.

Qianzhe Mian returned to her residence smoothly. After the experience of taking pictures just now, the residents here were extremely friendly to her and offered her various foods from time to time, but she rejected them one by one.

She locked the door, took out the cell phone that she had turned off, and pulled out a stack of paper from the table, which was covered with dense handwritten symbols.

Worried about the monitor under the table, Qian Zhemian didn't make a sound. He just silently took a photo of his research report and sent it to Yuncheng. He attached a sentence at the end: "If Qin Yelan is not in the laboratory, please Recall him as soon as possible, he has my experimental notes in his hand, which can help you speed up."

Yuncheng always responded quickly to Qian Zhemian's news. Within a few seconds, he sent an "OK" gesture.

When she saw the news, she felt a little relieved and lay down on the bed leisurely.

After a while, a message from Yuncheng came over again: "Mo Jue, Qin Yelan will be coming to the laboratory in the early morning. Is there anything else you want to remind us?"

"Keep an eye on Qin Yelan. Don't let him leave the building where the laboratory is before I come back." Qian Zhemian thought for a while and replied.

Yuncheng on the other side was stunned when he saw the news, but he readily agreed.

After Qian Zhemian read the news, he turned off his phone, sat down at the table, and developed and framed the photos he took today bit by bit.

When it was all over, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, and there was a knock on her door again.

Qian Zhemian pressed his swollen temples, stood up and opened the door. Outside the door were Carlo and Marshall. They were standing together chatting. Marshall was silent, but Carlo talked more.

"Excuse me, what do you want from me?" She asked lazily, leaning on the door.

"Ah, Mr. Anton, we are here to inform you that the funeral of the mother-in-law at the entrance of the village will start at ten o'clock tomorrow morning." Carlo said hurriedly, "Also, what my assistant said to you this afternoon, Don’t take it personally, if it offended me, I would like to apologize to you on his behalf.”

"He was just asking a routine question. There is nothing offensive or offensive." Qianzhe Mian looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression, "So you... don't have the custom of burying corpses for seven days?"

"Mother-in-law is a civilian after all..." Marshall lowered his head, "Here, civilians are not qualified to stay in morgue for seven days... If you die, you will die. Even if it is fake death... there will be no chance of living anymore... What's more, mother-in-law is not faking her death..."

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