Whose little lady is so crazy?

Chapter 331 Different Autopsies

There's nothing wrong with that. Hong Xiaoduo doesn't care. Even if she lets them see, they won't be able to tell what's special. They will still look at her like a monk in meditation.

Hong Xiaoduo was not angry at all about the doubts in the faces of several people. This was ancient times, and she was a woman and so young. It was normal for people not to believe her, wasn't it?

"Of course." Hong Xiaoduo agreed readily.

The deceased's body was kept in the most remote room of the Ministry of Justice. The disgusting odor could be smelled before entering.

"Come, plug your nostrils." Hong Xiaoduo said as she took out six small cotton balls and gave them to Mu Rongjing and Ding Zhiyuan beside her.

This was something she took out when she was looking through the files and checking the information in her space just now. It was on the locker. It was a medical cotton ball, and she also dropped a little bit of medicated oil on it.

In the past, when I had a stuffy nose due to a cold, I saw a folk remedy on my phone. It was to dip a cotton swab in a small amount of wind oil and put it into my nostrils to relieve the stuffy nose.

So she was sure that a small amount of medicated oil in the nostrils would not cause any discomfort, and this was the best way she could think of to deal with the stench of corpses.

There were masks on the lockers in the space, but she couldn't take them out, but the cotton balls could. She didn't know what the problem was. Was it because the masks were too eye-catching?
Mu Rongjing and Ding Zhiyuan took the small cotton balls she gave them and immediately stuffed them into their nostrils in the same way. It really worked, and they could no longer smell the stench of the corpse.

Yu Anzhong, the Right Inspector General of the Inspectorate, Geng Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice, and the left and right vice ministers, saw the actions of Hong Xiaoduo and the other two. Their facial expressions immediately returned to normal, and they looked at her again, only to find that she didn't seem to have prepared the nostril plugger for them.

Then, Minister Geng's eyes fell on the coroner walking at the back, and the coroner hurriedly handed over an open small jar.

The jar was filled with incense ash, which was familiar to Minister Geng and his companions. They spread their fingers, dipped some in it, and rubbed it on their philtrum.

They have been officials for many years and have handled countless death cases. Although the autopsy is performed by the coroner, who reports the results of each part of the body while checking, and the clerk records it on the autopsy form, in order to ensure the notarization of the autopsy process and the credibility of the results, the chief judge also needs to supervise and participate on the scene.

So, when I told Hong Xiaoduo that she was participating in the autopsy and they had to be present, I didn't mean to make things difficult for her. The reason I said that was because she was talking about her secret technique. Since it was a secret technique, she definitely didn't want others to see it.

The coroner walked forward cautiously and opened the door of the morgue. The stronger stench made Minister Geng and the others frown.

Just as Hong Xiaoduo was about to follow the coroner inside, she turned around and whispered to Mu Rongjing, "Why don't you just not go in."

"It's okay." Mu Rongjing responded softly, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly unconsciously.

As a result, the coroner and his apprentice carried the body out and placed it on the open space.

The light outside is better than indoors.

"Sir, do you want to do it again?" The coroner was a middle-aged man in his fifties with a slightly hunched back. He leaned over and asked Minister Geng.

Minister Geng said to him, "This time you should listen to her. You should do whatever she says to do."

Hearing this, the coroner looked at Hong Xiaoduo, waiting for her to speak.

Hong Xiaoduo looked at the corpse with the covering removed, gritted her teeth, and told herself to stay calm, not to be afraid, and not to vomit.

She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of the dead body starting to rot without an ice coffin.

In modern times, she is not afraid of the death of her elders, because she was already an adult when she experienced it several times. She said, what is there to be afraid of about her elders? It's just sad, because I will never see them again. There are people in the same community who died of illness or accident. She dares to walk outside when it gets dark. When others ask her if she is not afraid, she says, what is there to be afraid of, it's not her who killed them.

After this dynasty, many bandits and pirates died at her hands. She also went from being psychologically uncomfortable at first to having no psychological burden now.

Now she couldn't help but complain about the reason why she was tricked by Old Man Luo and his people into coming here. They said she was the right person, but why didn't the right person choose a forensic doctor?
Seeing that Minister Geng and the others had stopped and had no intention of moving forward, Hong Xiaoduo had no choice but to follow the coroner to the corpse.

Hong Xiaoduo leaned forward slightly and the first thing she looked at was the deceased's hand, the right hand. The autopsy report on the file stated that there were dandruff and blood stains under the fingernails of this hand.

There was no DNA testing in ancient times, so the contents of the nails were only recorded but never collected.

"Could you please take out the stuff from under her fingernails?" Hong Xiaoduo looked at the coroner and discussed with him.

The coroner didn't know who she was and was curious. However, examining corpses was considered a hard and menial job and he had no right to ask who someone was.

This was the first time he heard someone address him with the respectful title "you", and the young lady did not look at him with the slightest disgust or contempt.

"Yes." The coroner responded and took out a small bamboo stick to move the contents from under the victim's fingernails into a small dish.

After finishing, he looked at Hong Xiaoduo again.

Hong Xiaoduo said whatever she thought of, and the coroner did as she said.

The coroner had performed the examination of female corpses many times, but when examining a female corpse in front of a young lady, he felt that there was nothing wrong with him and was afraid that the young lady would be embarrassed. However, he found that there was nothing wrong with it.

This young lady actually asked him to help search carefully to see if there was any hair on the corpse that did not belong to her.

The coroner seemed to understand and thought that he just needed to look for fallen hair on the body. However, he was very confused. How could he determine whether it belonged to the deceased?

Her way of performing autopsies is really different from my own!

Don’t look at the fatal wounds on the corpse, don’t look at the corpse spots…

While the coroner was searching carefully, Hong Xiaoduo was also searching with her eyes. The two found a total of five fallen hairs and several short curly hairs near the private parts.

"My Lords, the inspection here is almost complete. Please give orders to send people to collect the hair and nails of all the people who were in Lefang Mudan Garden that day, including Dong Yuefan's, according to the list in the file.

The hair must have roots, otherwise there will be no effect.

Or it would be better to ask them all to come to the Ministry of Justice and collect the evidence in person.

Also, it's best to keep it a secret from them for now, to prevent them from messing with other people's hair and nails out of guilt." Hong Xiaoduo looked at the adults who had been staring at this side and said.

"Great! If the things found on the victim match those of any one of them, then we can determine who the murderer is." Ding Zhiyuan, who had seen the secret art of blood relationship identification, reacted and clapped his hands excitedly.

Minister Geng and the others all looked at Ding Zhiyuan, who had lost his composure, with an expression that was hard to describe. Was it so easy to identify the murderer? What a joke...