Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 192: Clearing Wrongs

It is true that every different profession has its own difficulties. Xia Lin finally realized his own limits. Sometimes, if you insist on showing off, you will definitely get nothing in return.

So he waited obediently outside the charity cemetery for Dong Niang to come out, and he waited for more than two hours.

When Dong Niang came out, she looked very tired and her complexion was not very good. I won’t describe the smell on her body in detail, but Xia Lin almost vomited anyway.

"Okay, don't talk for now, go back and take a shower and drink some hot soup, you're soaked in sweat."

"It's not all sweat, there's also corpse fluid."

"Alright, alright, stop talking, stop talking. Go back and take a shower first. I'll go buy you new clothes. Ugh~~"

Seeing Xia Lin's look, Dong Niang pulled him forward without saying a word, all the way to the big toilet in the city. Although it was the coldest time of the year, the smell was still very strong. But strangely enough, after being washed away by the pungent smell of shit, Xia Lin's nausea suddenly eased, and the stench of corpse that had been lingering in his nose just now actually got better.

When he came out again, his mental state was much better than before. He took a deep breath of cold air and felt that the world was beautiful again.

"Hey? You're amazing."

Dong Niang just glanced at him and said: "There is a rule in the coroner's notes that if you encounter a corpse with a persistent stench, you need to sniff the toilet."

"Well, now that you mention it, I remember that the stench of a corpse is not about smell but about spirit. It is said that in ancient times, when people smelled the stench of a corpse, it meant that the place was dangerous, but when they smelled the smell of a toilet, it meant that there were people of the same kind living there, and the danger was over. So the toilet can eliminate the stench of a corpse."

"You also know coroners?"

Xia Lin chuckled: "Go take a shower first, I'll go buy you some clothes, and later I'll prepare a set of records to clear your name. When we get back to my lair, I'll get you a set of forensic medical records."

Dong Niang did not show any expectation or surprise after hearing this, but went back silently. Xia Lin went to the clothing shop in the city and bought her a brand new set of clothes from head to toe.

After Dong Niang finished washing and changed into clean clothes, the strange smell on her body was finally gone. Now Xia Lin could finally look the coroner in front of him in the face.

"Dong Niang, did you find anything during the autopsy?"

Xia Lin pointed to the ginger soup on the table and said, "Drink it first."

However, Dong Niang obviously ignored Xia Lin's request for ginger soup. Instead, she stood there and began to describe: "The deceased had two fatal wounds. One was stabbed diagonally from above the navel, piercing the liver and gallbladder. The other was a horizontal knife piercing diagonally into the heart, damaging both the heart and lungs."

When Xia Lin heard this, he knew that autopsy was not his specialty, but he was an expert in murder. He picked up two wooden sticks from the side and started to demonstrate.

The branches were inserted into Dong Niang's heart and liver and gallbladder respectively: "Is that so? Why is it so awkward?"

Dong Niang lowered her eyelids and looked at the branch pressing against her chest, but she did not have any special reaction. She just said, "The left hand should be used for a forehand stab, and the right hand should be used for a backhand stab."

Xia Lin adjusted his posture and changed the way he held the branch. This made it much easier. He demonstrated it several times, and Dong Niang was stabbed so hard that he felt something was wrong. "Should they be stabbed at the same time?"

"Not sure, but judging by the wound, this person's left hand is strong."

Xia Lin simulated the backhand strong hand pattern again, but still felt something was wrong.

So he continued to try different postures, kneeling on one knee, kneeling on both knees, lying prone, and even lying down with one hand in a raised position, but nothing seemed right.

His professional acumen told him that there must be some clues that he had missed.

"Come on, let's go to the scene." Xia Lin said, and then he called out, "Lao Zhang, come down. Let's take a look around the scene."

The three of them quickly arrived at the crime scene. The place was already in a mess, with a pool of blood on the ground.

Dong Niang walked over to the bloodstain and squatted down to examine it, while Xia Lin also looked around: "Strange, this bloodstain looks so unnatural."

Old Zhang was bored and was about to rummage through the tea set on the table, but Xia Lin and Dong Niang shouted in unison, "Don't move!"

Lao Zhang quickly withdrew his hand: "Why don't you move?"

"General Guo said that no one has moved the body since it was found. Every detail is the same as before. If you move it, you will destroy the current layout." Xia Lin walked carefully on the ground: "This may cause us to miss the clue."

Dong Niang looked up at Xia Lin in surprise, then lowered her head and continued to search.

After a while, Dong Niang stood up and said, "The person didn't die here. He was carried here after death."

Xia Lin walked over and squatted beside the bloodstain and observed it carefully: "Do you also think this bloodstain is unnatural?"

"Well, the heart vein is damaged and the wound is huge. If he died here, this amount of blood would be too little. Zhou Zao also has no blood splatter and no traces of smearing. I don't think this is where the murder happened." Xia Lin snapped his fingers: "That's right! That's it. Come on, follow me outside for a walk."

The inn had been closed a long time ago because of such a big case. There were still some leftovers from that day's meals on the table, and there were also a lot of debris on the floor.

It looked like it was sealed up without being cleaned. Xia Lin and Dong Niang began to search here front and back, up and down.

Until Dong Niang found a drop of solidified and sticky substance on the stairs. She picked it up with her hand, put it under her nose, sniffed it, and then put it into her mouth and licked it: "Hmm, it's human blood."

At this moment, Lao Zhang was not convinced. He tried to show off and found a lump of snot. He pinched and licked it like Dong Niang did, and then suddenly cursed: "Fuck! Bah! Bah! It's snot."

Xia Lin's face turned purple, and he coughed several times before speaking, "Don't mess around if you don't understand. It'll make you sick."

Over there, Dong Niang found the second drop of blood, right in front of a dining table: "Here!"

Xia Lin walked over following the sound and saw a drop of blood where Dong Niang pointed. It seemed that the plasma was dripping from in front of the table.

"This is not a lot of blood. If it was the blood of the messenger, there would be no reason for only two drops. It would be a stab in the heart."

Xia Lin said this and pulled Dong Niang to the table. Although the food on the table had already been cold, it could be seen that the food was quite good. There was lion's head, roast chicken and even a plate of braised donkey meat. The wine in the pot was also the best liquor in the store. They must be entertaining a person of high status.

"Dong Niang, come and sit down."

Xia Lin asked Dong Niang to sit at the table in the direction of the blood drop, then he sat opposite her and picked up two pairs of chopsticks from another table and tried it, but found that he could not perform a thrust in this position.

So Xia Lin quickly came to Dong Niang's left side. After trying again, he still felt it was not going well, so he switched to the opposite side. This time when he tried again, the feeling was different. He could even completely replicate the position where he was injured 100%.

The chopsticks in the left hand are raised to the left and pierced diagonally into the liver and gallbladder from the abdominal cavity. The chopsticks in the right hand take the opportunity to pierce directly into the heart, which happens to complete the killing at the same angle.

Xia Lin then looked at the location of the bloodstains on the ground, estimated the angle of the messenger, and roughly calculated that he did not struggle when he died, probably because he was drunk at the time.

After telling Dong Niang the result, she took Xia Lin back to where she was just now and poked her with chopsticks, making Xia Lin scream...

"You're just taking revenge on me!"

Xia Lin covered his chest and said, "It hurts!"

Dong Niang lifted up her clothes to reveal her belly, which was covered with red marks from Xia Lin's chopsticks, making it look like hives.

"Hey! Girls shouldn't show their bellies casually."

"There is no gender difference in the coroner. Would you accept it if I gave it to you?" Dong Niang sneered, then stood up and looked down at the bloodstain: "This bloodstain is not right. How can there be only this little blood from my heart?"

Xia Lin sat there and thought for a while: "What if the thing is not pulled out? Only a little blood will flow out along with the murder weapon."

Dong Niang frowned: "Then pretend to help a drunk man upstairs, so that people would mistakenly think that he was killed upstairs."

"The room was messed up again, making it look like there had been a fight." Xia Lin raised his head and looked at Dong Niang: "Hmm... what a professional technique."

Dong Niang nodded: "The murderer must be a man, because the force was so great that the victim's left sternum was shattered by the blade."

"He must be a good fighter. This technique can attack the liver and gallbladder and the heart at the same time. Even the Medicine King Sun Simiao can't save him. Lao Zhang, come here."

Because Lao Zhang's figure was not much different from that of the deceased, Xia Lin asked Lao Zhang to pretend to be a corpse that had been stabbed to death, and then Xia Lin carried him upstairs step by step.

If the murder weapon was still stuck in the victim's body at this moment, there would indeed be no large-scale bleeding, but the murder weapon would have to be made extremely thin.

The smelting technology of this era really couldn't make weapons very thin, unless it was the forging technology of Fuliang County, so while Xia Lin was carrying Lao Zhang upstairs to simulate, he asked Dong Niang: "What did the wound of the deceased look like?"

"It's more round, not like an ordinary sword."

Xia Lin blinked and thought for a moment: "Do you think it could be a hairpin... Oh, Lao Zhang, go on your own. What have you eaten in the past few years? Why are you as heavy as a pig? If you keep going, my waist won't be able to bear it."

Old Zhang stood up and straightened his clothes: "Didn't you say that girls nowadays like those who look thin when dressed and have voluptuous bodies when undressed, and don't like those who look like bamboo poles."

At this moment, Dong Niang took off the hairpin from her head and examined it carefully: "Hairpin...hairpin..."

(End of this chapter)