Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 129 - 128: Concealing Something

Zhu Yu was feeling very uncomfortable from bending over to sew for too long, the soreness in her back was unbearable. Lu Qing’s precise massage relieved her a lot, so for a moment, her mind was only filled with the relief of being freed from the pain in her back, and she didn’t think about anything else.

When the soreness subsided, she realized it was Lu Qing helping her.

Such an act, if between a typical couple, would mean nothing, but the problem is they are not an ordinary couple; they are clearly superior and subordinate fighting for their career under the guise of a married couple!

Moreover, there was still Yan Daoxin beside them...

Zhu Yu paused in her actions of organizing her tools. Her waist instinctively stiffened as she wondered how best to speak up, but Lu Qing had already retracted his hand and moved aside on his own.

Zhu Yu packed up her tools, turned her head to say to Lu Qing, "My lord, it shouldn’t be a plague, there’s no need to worry excessively."

She then said to Yan Daoxin, "Can you please ask Fu Lu to fetch some clean water for me, and a cloth towel, also ask General Situ to get a set of clean clothes for us to change for this Centurion after we clean off the bloodstains.

He was also an innocent victim, dying so painfully is already unfortunate enough, we should at least make him look presentable."

Yan Daoxin thought she made sense, pulled down the black veil from his hat to cover his face, walked outside, and after two steps, stopped to point at Zhu Yu’s leather mask and said to Lu Qing, "You should get me one of these, it’s more convenient, this hat is too much trouble!"

Saying so, he went outside to instruct Fu Lu to fetch water and told Situ Jing about finding clothes.

Once Yan Daoxin left the woodshed, only Lu Qing and Zhu Yu remained inside, and Lu Qing asked her, "Was it poisoning?"

Zhu Yu nodded, but only nodded, not uttering more than a word.

Lu Qing seemed to understand and did not press further.

Soon, Fu Lu brought the water in, also holding the clean clothes sent by Situ Jing’s people.

"Chief Historian, let me handle the cleaning and changing! You wash your hands and rest for a while!" He momentarily paused at the sight of Pang Centurion soaked in blood as if he were in a pool of it, and put down the water bucket and clean clothes before taking up the cloth towel and walking to the table, "I’m afraid I’m not fit for fine work, but strength tasks like these are no problem.

Pang Centurion was not a small man in life, and now he’s dead, he’s even heavier, you wouldn’t be able to move him."

Zhu Yu realized that was just the case; earlier, it took her most of her strength to slightly lift one side of Pang Centurion to check his back when examining for additional blisters.

If she had to move the corpse to change it into clean clothes, it would indeed be beyond her strength.

Fu Lu worked swiftly, clearing the blood-stained Pang Centurion from head to toe in a blink of an eye, turning the bucket of clean water into a bucket of blood water.

After cleaning off the blood, Lu Qing stepped forward to take another look at Pang Centurion.

Without the pungent bloodstains, aside from the overlapping blisters on his arms and legs, Pang Centurion’s chest wound became a neat scar due to Zhu Yu’s careful stitching, leaving only a fine line.

It’s visible but not frightening.

Yin Daoxin, taking another look at the scene, felt much relieved seeing the neatly sutured wound, as opposed to the gruesome open-belly sight earlier which he couldn’t stomach or force himself to witness, now he found it astonishing.

Quickly, Fu Lu helped Pang Centurion put on the clean clothes, making him look even more peaceful.

Lu Qing signaled Fu Lu to take the bucket of blood water out for disposal, then led Zhu Yu and Yan Daoxin out of the woodshed.

Situ Jing had been waiting outside; seeing them come out, he quickly approached: "Anything to report?"

"This is not a place to talk, my Chief Historian has already worked hard examining the body, General Situ, please find a place for us to sit down and talk slowly." Lu Qing didn’t answer directly.

Situ Jing was taken aback, quickly nodded: "I was just being impatient and overlooked it!

Please follow me, I have a tent where I usually stay when I’m overnighting at the camp, let’s head there and have a proper talk."

He led them to his tent, a simple setup with just bedding, a low table, and cushions scattered loosely around.

"The big camp is not like other places, it is quite basic," Situ Jing wasn’t sure who exactly this Golden-faced Imperial Censor was, but since they were sent by the Holy Emperor, he dared not treat them lightly, even though he wasn’t good at making polite conversation, he still had to offer, "when I usually discuss matters, I sit here on the floor, hope you don’t mind."

"No problem." Lu Qing, first to lift his robe slightly, sat by the low table.

Zhu Yu and Yan Daoxin also sat down beside him.

The personal soldiers outside tactfully brought in a pot of tea and a few teacups before silently leaving.

"I wonder if there was any discovery after Lord Chief Historian looked at Pang Centurion earlier?" Situ Jing, eager to know the results of the examination, immediately asked, not even bothering to pour tea.

"Rest assured, General, it was not a plague." Zhu Yu replied to Situ Jing, "I examined carefully, and Pang Centurion did not have any lesions inside that would indicate a plague infection.

If it were due to a plague, regardless of what signs showed externally, you wouldn’t avoid degeneration of the internal organs when critically ill.

Yet Pang Centurion was the opposite; he did not die from organ failure, but rather his organs suddenly went into overdrive, causing him to bleed from seven orifices."

"Oh?" Situ Jing raised an eyebrow, "So he died of poisoning?"

Zhu Yu nodded to affirm his speculation.

"Does the Chief Historian know what poison it is? Why could a poisoned person suddenly become immensely strong, lose familial recognition, and strike at anyone he sees?" Situ Jing asked puzzled.

Zhu Yu hesitated slightly, then shook her head, "Sorry, alas, I can’t figure it out just yet."

Situ Jing felt a bit disappointed but also understood, as this bizarre occurrence was the first time his army had encountered it, and he hadn’t heard of such cases from his father or elders before.

The personal attendants of the Golden-faced Imperial Censor were, after all, ordinary people, so it’s normal not to have answers to such peculiarities immediately.

However, Lu Qing, on the side, raised his eyes to glance at Zhu Yu, appearing to discern something beyond the leather mask, then silently looked away without speaking.