Nightfall Chapter 139: The haze under the rusty nails
Chapter 139 The Haze Under the Rusty Nails
Because of frowning, the two triangular eyes of Shangguan Yangyu-sama are even more ugly. He lightly stroked his jaw and thinned his beard, looked at Lin Ling in disgust, and said, "Although you got the order to return to Beijing from the military department, the Tianshu office has also proved your identity. Naturally, this mansion will not rule you out of the military camp. It’s a crime, but you should be clear that the case has been closed for a long time, and the coffin has to be re-examined for your unnecessary remarks. What kind of statement is this?"
Hearing these words, I knew that the conversation between the two parties in the Chang'an Mansion’s Yamen was not very smooth, let alone a pleasant one. After a little silence, Lin Ling said softly: "Master Fu Yin, if Chang’an Mansion insists not He is willing to open the coffin and re-examine, saying that he can't be humble, only to invite someone from the military."
"Are you using the military department to suppress the chief officer?" Shangguan Yang Yu has never been a hard-hearted person, but now he has a chance to sit on the seat of the Chang'an city official office. Where can he fail in front of his subordinates? He sneered and reminded him with a sneer: "The tomb is buried in Yushi. Even if the case changes, it is a matter of public security in the capital. If this mansion does not speak, even the military department will not make sense to intervene. Go to Yu Qian to fight with your general?"
Lin Ling thought about the instructions of the former military master before leaving. He looked at this Chang'an Mansion Yin, and suddenly understood something. He smiled and said, "My lord, the humble duty only discovered some doubts, so I told Chang'an Mansion. I think that since the adults are willing to come to the cemetery, they naturally have some meaning, but I don’t know what things the adults need to pay attention to and be careful. I also ask the adults to speak frankly."
Shangguan Yangyu's complexion was slightly sullen, and after lightly stroked his beard and sinking for a moment, he said blankly, "Any matter of the case is suspicious, whether it is an official or an ordinary citizen's surname. Naturally, you have to study and judge carefully, but you have to be clear that this matter has nothing to do with the military, and it has nothing to do with General Xiahou."
Lin Ling understood the concealed meaning of Lord Fu Yin's words, and after pondering for a while, he lowered his voice to ask for instructions: "There is another business trip back to Beijing from my humble position, but I accidentally discovered...There is something wrong with the remains of Yushi in the tomb?"
"This is the truth." Shangguan Yang Yu glanced at him indifferently, and said, "And you must remember that, no matter what the result of the coffin is opened later, you can only secretly find the true culprit. Investigate, especially not to let the lady in Yushifu hear the wind."
A subordinate official heard this and said embarrassingly: "My lord, if you want to open the coffin for an autopsy, you must always notify the Imperial Palace. Otherwise, if a lawsuit is filed in the future, it will be difficult for us to hold the truth. ."
Shangguan Yang Yu did not answer the advice of his subordinates, but still looked at Lin Ling quietly. The meaning of this style of expression is very clear. It is up to you to open the coffin without asking the suffering master. Back up.
Neither can use the name of the military department and General Xiahou. If there is disagreement afterwards, he will have to carry the black pot. A bitter smile appeared on Lin Ling’s face, thinking about the officials in Chang’an, whether they were the previous ones. The calligrapher who has dealt with in the days, or the Lord Fu Yin who came here in person today, how can they be so slippery and not leaving their hands?
If you change to another situation, Lin Ling flatly refuses to carry this scapegoat. There is no military headquarters and generals to protect him, even though he is a great master of the cave profound realm, facing the anger of the Yushizhai It would be troublesome. However, the general was severely ordered, and he was very sure that there was indeed a problem with the remains in the tomb, so after a moment of silence, he looked at Master Yang Yu, nodded his head, and said, "As the master wants."
"Very good." Shangguan Yangyu's expression was calm, but deep in his heart he began to feel anxious emotions rising. This great teacher from the Northeast Army, since he dared to carry such a **** pot, it means that he is facing the tomb. The situation in Zhang Yiqi is very sure. As a result, what conspiracy was really hidden in the death of Yushi Zhang Yiqi?
Workers, Yazuo, holding all kinds of tools, waited by the tomb of the Imperial History. By the time spring entered Zhongtian, one day when the Yang Qi was at its peak, with a shout, the workers transferred from the cemetery were in Chang'an. Under the command of the government's engineering history, the tomb pile that was cleaned up by the family only yesterday was turned into a noisy construction site.
The tomb was opened from the back, and a dark coffin lay quietly between the damp tomb. The workers put a wooden frame on the tomb, tied seven ropes, shouted, and it took a long time to lift the heavy The coffin was hung up.
As the coffin was opened, Shangguan Yangyu moved so fast to cover his nose with his handkerchief. After a while, he realized that he didn't smell any tangy stench. He frowned and looked inside through the crowd. I saw Hao Zuozheng half-heartedly doing an autopsy, and vaguely I could see some things that I didn't know if they were bones or burial objects.
After a while, Hao Zuo walked out of the crowd, bowed to Shangguan Yang Yu, and took off the oily mask covering his mouth and nose, and his voice rang with the strong smell of peppermint oil.
"My lord, there is no doubt."
"Huh?" Shangguan Yangyu heard the words and looked at Lin Ling who was silent beside him. There was no anger or disappointment after being molested in his eyes. There was only questioning, because he knew that things were definitely not that simple.
Lin Lingwang asked Hausaku: "Have you checked the head of Master Yushi?"
"Of course I checked." Wazuo didn't know his identity, and answered very politely.
After Lin Ling was silent for a long time, he looked at Shangguan Yangyu and said: "There is a hard object in the Yushi skull. It is not sure whether it is a nail or some other weapon."
Shangguan Yang Yu looked at him with a sneer, thinking that the subordinates in this mansion would never be greedy for this first job. As long as you delay for a few moments, you still can't hold back anymore, and said indifferently, "A big thought The teacher used his mind to look at the remains of the deceased. I heard that it is extremely unlucky and taboo. You have been silent before, and this government can understand it."
Lin Ling's face was pale, and he laughed bitterly and said: "In order to maintain the dignity of Tang law, to defend imperial officials, there are some rules. At this critical moment, I can only ignore it for the time being."
"Good point." Shangguan Yangyu raised his jaw slightly and said coldly: "So if you find anything, you'd better make it clear in advance, and don't let the people in this house waste their time and effort."
Lin Ling responded calmly, then stopped making any cover, and walked directly to the black coffin with Shangguan Yangyu and Wu Zuo, raised his arm in the air and pointed at the side of the remains covered with cloth, and said: "It should be It’s indented into the scalp, so you can’t see it with the naked eye. If you remove all the fur and scalp, you can find the problem."
The official coffin was opened for post-mortem, and he also paid respect to the deceased. He rarely opened his stomach. What's more, it is the Tang Yushi who lies in the coffin now, listening to the other party’s scalp. He glanced at Lord Fu Yin in embarrassment, rubbed his hands and asked: "My lord?"
"Hands." Shangguan Yang Yu said indifferently: "If you can't find any problems, naturally someone will take the initiative to appeal to the court, and the anger of the Yushifu will not fall on you as a small person."
Lin Ling stood silently beside the coffin, smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking that at this time, he still didn't forget to repeat and emphasize that this person is like the high-ranking Chang'an Fu Yin, more like a sordid little official in the village.
At this time, the officials of the Chang'an Mansion surrounded the coffin and drove the curious cemetery workers away. They watched the movements of Wu and couldn't help but wonder what was under their scalp?
The remains of Yushi in the coffin have long been rotted, and the cloth tape that tied the hair was left behind. Scattered and wilted hair stuck to the scalp, Qian Zuo carefully removed those fur and mud-like underneath. The scalp, then splashed water on the slightly yellowish-white skull, and wiped it with a cloth.
A very subtle small wound appeared on the top of the skull, with rotten flesh that I don’t know if it was dirty or coagulated. With the cloth wipe and washing with water, it became clearer and clearer until the wound was visible. Things inside.
The officials around the coffin all held their breath, Shangguan Yangyu's brows frowned, and as Wu made the needle-nose iron pliers in his hands, everyone's bodies became more and more tense and stiff.
As if pulling out a rusty knife from the bone, a creaking and terrifying sound rang from the coffin. His forehead was full of sweat, and he pressed the corpse's head with one hand to prevent it from being torn off by himself. He pulled out the hard object hidden in the head of Yushi's remains.
It was a very long iron nail. I don't know if it was soaked in blood or corpse water for too long. The nail was covered with rust, but the front end was still extremely sharp.
Looking at the iron nail in Wu Zuo’s hand, everyone around the coffin took a breath of air, as if seeing the horror of a cold iron nail nailed into Yu Shi’s head one day last year. In the picture, he couldn't help but shook his head in horror. Some people even shrank their necks subconsciously.
Lin Ling stood by his side and remained silent and calm, because among the people present, he was the only one who had been able to determine in advance what he would see at this moment. He looked at Master Yin of Chang'an Mansion with an extremely ugly expression and said calmly:" My lord, doubts have emerged. The next investigation is about the Chang'an Mansion, so humble positions will no longer participate."
Shangguan Yangyu stared at the rust nail for a long time and was silent for a long time. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the person’s cold voice and said: "This mansion naturally does not require your participation in the case, but I must remind you that it should be reported to the Criminal Ministry. The government will report the matter of your majesty. If you hear about your majesty’s affairs, the government will write a memorial. But if you hear some words outside before the real murderer is found out, you can blame me for pulling the general in."
Lin Lingyi responded, and then left the cemetery.
Ning Que didn't know that Yushi Zhang Yiqi's tomb was reopened, and the autopsy of Chang'an Mansion re-examined. The nail he had driven into the opponent's brain had been discovered. So he didn't know that he had just embarked on the road of revenge for less than a year, and the thick haze had thickened his path.
He feels that his future is very bright, because two days later, the second floor of the college will open, and it is also the time when he is determined to take a fight.
On this day of Spring and Jingming, the students of the academy went to a certain Qinggui restaurant and banquet in order to cheer for the six people of Xie Chengyun and other technical subjects to enter the second floor. Among them, he was forcibly pulled by Situ Yilan.