Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 128 - 127: Shocking the World

Yan Daoxin stood to the side, watching as Zhu Yu silently examined the situation inside the cavity. He couldn’t help but feel a bit curious and cautiously moved closer. However, just a glance inside made him feel as though his own organs were being twisted by an invisible hand, causing his vision to go black.

With a strong sense of self-awareness, he stepped back a bit to avoid causing any trouble instead of helping out.

After taking a few deep breaths, he managed to settle his churning stomach, cleared his throat, and tried to make his voice calm and steady: "Is there anything unusual?"

"Everything is unusual," Zhu Yu replied without looking up, "I can’t see the heart clearly right now, but his liver and spleen are twice the size of an ordinary person’s, if not more.

I don’t know why, but his liver and spleen suddenly swelled to this extent, causing his blood to circulate too quickly, and the volume of blood far exceeded what is normal.

That’s why his eyes were red, his veins bulged, and he bled from all orifices at the time of his death. His abdominal cavity was filled with blood that couldn’t clot normally."

Having checked other areas, Zhu Yu picked up the knife from before, carefully opened the bloated stomach and took out a clump of undigested food mush.

Perhaps the air was filled with a fishy smell, making it hard to discern, but Zhu Yu noticed that even though Pang Centurion had eaten dinner quite some time ago, by now the food in his stomach should have a sour stench.

But she detected none of it.

It seemed as if the food had just been chewed and swallowed, only to sit in the stomach without any changes.

Could it be... when Pang Centurion exhibited unusual might, battling seamlessly with Lu Qing and the others, he wasn’t precisely a living person anymore...?

His mind was caught in a bizarre excitement, unleashing enormous strength, but his brain wasn’t clear, so he couldn’t recognize his comrades or the Commander of the camp.

Meanwhile, everything else in Pang Centurion’s body was rapidly deteriorating, ceasing to function.

Thus, the food in his stomach remained just as it was swallowed, undigested.

He couldn’t feel fatigue, couldn’t feel the soreness or tearing of overexerted muscles, couldn’t feel the pain of weapons striking his body.

Pang Centurion wasn’t simply bewitched or possessed.

He was a walking corpse in an state of high excitement!

Looking at the food mush in her hand, Zhu Yu’s previously vague memories began to clear. She cautiously retraced her memories, finally finding a shred of clarity in the fog of chaos.

Standing behind her, Yan Daoxin listened to her discoveries. His expression grew serious as well, furrowing his brow, even temporarily forgetting his discomfort at the scene before them out of concern.

When Lu Qing pushed the door open, he saw Yan Daoxin’s troubled expression.

They had known each other for nearly twenty years, and Lu Qing had seen this guy pretend to be composed many times, but such seriousness was rare.

Meanwhile, Zhu Yu stood next to the wooden table, facing the corpse of Pang Centurion. With a mask on her face, her expression was unclear, but her demeanor gave Lu Qing a sense of the unspoken heaviness and tension surrounding her.

"What’s wrong? Not going smoothly?" he asked.

His voice was low, but it unexpectedly startled Zhu Yu, who was deep in thought, searching her memory for clues. Her hand trembled, spilling the food mush she was holding.

Seeing it was Lu Qing who had entered, she hurriedly motioned to stop him from advancing but hesitated as she remembered the bloodstains on her gloves, quickly withdrawing her hand.

Fortunately, Yan Daoxin was there to pull Lu Qing back.

"I’m telling you, now is not the time to play hero. Don’t quarrel with me. Listen to advice and don’t go any closer," Yan Daoxin quietly warned Lu Qing, "Or else you’ll just cause trouble instead of helping."

Lu Qing glanced at him, released his grip, and walked over to Zhu Yu, where he examined Pang Centurion, splayed out, as if seeing an ordinary scene, before turning to Zhu Yu, clearly still waiting for an answer to his earlier question.

Zhu Yu was surprised.

Although she had demonstrated her skills in autopsy before Lu Qing, proving her capability and courage, today’s situation was truly extraordinary.

Even Yan Daoxin, a traveling doctor, had turned pale with fright, yet Lu Qing remained so composed.

"No, very smoothly," she quickly shook her head, coming back to her senses.

"Can it be sewn back up?" Lu Qing asked, glancing towards the door, "After all, he’s part of the imperial guard. Leaving him like this might not go over well."

"You don’t have to worry about that," Zhu Yu nodded, of course, she couldn’t just return the corpse to Situ Jing in such a state.

Not only must she avoid that, but she also had to ensure Situ Jing couldn’t see much of anything amiss, at least superficially.

She retrieved a crescent-shaped Black Iron needle and a thread of silk finer than hair, threading it through the needle’s eye.

"That’s not the thread you used to stitch that soldier’s wound earlier," Yan Daoxin immediately noticed the difference.

"That was silk thread earlier. Once used, it dissolves into the flesh over time, ideally before the wound fully heals," Zhu Yu explained as she carefully aligned the stomach cut she had made, without looking up, "But this Centurion is dead. Dead flesh will never heal. If I use silk thread, it will dissolve too soon, leaving the cut open, which seems disrespectful to the deceased."

Yan Daoxin looked at Pang Centurion’s body on the table, his lips moving slightly but, in the end, swallowing his words.

In his view, they hadn’t been treating the dead with much respect as it was...

Zhu Yu was unaware of Yan Daoxin’s internal musings. She swiftly sewed the stomach, layer by layer, intricately closing the wound with silk thread. With the final stitch, she expertly knotted it and cut the end, then straightened up, feeling intense soreness in her back, yearning to rub it, but her dirty hands held her back.

In her moment of hesitation, Lu Qing’s hand found its way to the sorest part of her back, expertly kneading it at a perfect pressure that eased the uncomfortable soreness.

Yan Daoxin widened his eyes at the sight of the two in front of him.

He used to think Lu Qing’s personality was just hard to gauge.

But now, he sees this guy is a real oddball!