The Demon Concubine of God

Chapter 132 Autopsy

Master Shen got angry when he saw Shen Pingchang. He got even angrier when he heard what Shen Wen asked Shen Pingchang to bring to him. He gritted his teeth and said, "You little wolf cub! I knew he was just pretending all these years. Now that he has made things worse, he is standing on their side and wants to turn the tables on his own family. They haven't done anything to our family yet, but he rushed to hand them a knife and a handle, and swaggered to let them take my housekeeper away. Now he comes to say such things to me, what does he want to do?"

Such a scolding frightened Shen Pingchang so much that he became like an elementary school student in a private school. He curled up like a quail while listening to the scolding.

Master Shen didn't finish his words, and continued, "I think he has such great abilities because he has learned the true teachings from the three boys of the Ji family. Maybe the four of them have come up with a big trick and are gradually luring our family into the game. Humph! Don't be so proud of your rebellious son. Maybe they have also calculated him in. I want to see how he cries when his death is imminent."

Shen Pingchang was used to listening to lectures in a private school, so he felt most relieved in such a situation. His mind was already full of thoughts, and he was getting into a better state of mind. He didn't even hear people cursing his son's death.

When Master Shen looked back and saw that he was absent-minded, he became even more angry. He raised his hand and pushed him, saying loudly: "I know that you have ulterior motives towards this family, so you don't care about anything. Don't think I don't know why you pretend to be stupid every day."

This high-pitched roar woke Shen Pingchang up. He blinked again and said quickly, "I didn't! I really didn't!"

Lord Shen, who had just returned to the door, heard this conversation and coughed.

Just this one sound frightened the two people and their faces changed.

Old Lord Shen walked up to them, looked at the two of them, and said to Old Lord Shen, "You just said you knew, what do you know? Do you know that he has the same blood as you? Do you know that he and you are kneeling to the same ancestor? You know, you know shit!"

Master Shen was so frightened that he quickly bowed and said respectfully: "Yes, yes, my son is ignorant and narrow-minded."

Old Marquis Shen sighed and said, "How is Chen Feng now? He was able to return safely this time. It is really God's blessing to our Shen family! Don't always think about some calculating things. Don't you think that all the masters in the whole mansion are your brothers and nephews. Take Chen Feng's official position. If you didn't have a good brother like Lao Liu and a good nephew like Xi Feng, your son would be nothing! He is not even a fart."

Master Shen knew what the old man was thinking about. There was a big change in his tone. He didn't dare to suspect or say more. He just kept saying, "Yes... yes..."

After Old Marquis Shen finished scolding Old Master Shen, he turned to Shen Pingchang and said, "Look at how cowardly you are! The servants in this mansion at least call you Fifth Master. Look at yourself. How do you look like a master at all?"

Every word in his words was like a drumbeat beating in his ears, and every beat hit Shen Pingchang's heart, making his eyes twitch. But Shen Pingchang did not show the same reverence as Master Shen. He stood there like a hunched and wretched wooden man.

Old Marquis Shen added, "You have been eating free meals in this mansion for so many years, it's time to find something to do."

Then he turned around and called the eldest master, and asked, "Let your fifth brother find something to do in this mansion. Do you think there is any job available?"

Master Shen was stunned for a moment, then he pondered for a while and said, "We still need a manager for the orchard in the big garden in the backyard. How about asking my fifth brother to take care of it?"

Old Lord Shen nodded, and the matter was settled.

Old Lord Shen scolded Shen Pingchang, "Throw away this old robe you're wearing and ask your elder brother to have someone from the embroidery building sew you two sets of good clothes. You have to work hard for me after you get this job. Stand up straight and speak straight in front of those servants. Don't let those servants look down on you anymore. Do you understand?"

The Fifth Master was still puzzled at this time. He felt that it was not real to look at his old father, so he just bowed slightly and agreed.

Lord Shen didn't say much at this point, and waved his hand and said, "Okay, you all go back! I'm tired, I'm going back to my room to rest."

Master Shen said quickly, "But father... that little bastard Shen Wen had our servants thrown into the Yingtian Prefecture jail. This happened very hastily, I'm afraid it's not that simple, father, you must ask carefully."

Old Marquis Shen said, "Okay! Aren't they just a few maids? Except for that maid Shi, all her family are in our house. The others are not born in our house. These slaves can know nothing, so they can't say much in such a place. Just leave them alone! As for your second butler, I will talk to his father, Butler Shen. The relationship between Butler Shen and I is more solid than that between you brothers. He is a loyal servant picked out of a million. He will know what to do."

Although Master Shen understood this, he still said worriedly: "But... he is my butler! I can't lose him."

Old Marquis Shen raised his eyebrows and said, "Then go find a way! Find a way to get him out! Do you really think he has fallen into the hands of a small Yingtian prefect? ​​He has fallen into the hands of our enemies, the Ji family. The third son of the Ji family is a good investigator, not to mention that he has a second brother. That man has been waiting to catch you in trouble, don't you know? I advise you to clean up those inappropriate things you have done, and don't let anyone really catch you."

Master Shen seemed to have thought of something. He couldn't help sweating on his forehead and bowed quickly, saying, "Yes, son, I know."

Before leaving, Lord Shen instructed the eldest master again: "You should immediately arrange for Lao Wu's affairs. You should also make up for the inadequate arrangements in his courtyard. You should pay more attention to his affairs. He is your own brother."

The master once again promised to make good arrangements.

Watching the old man walk away, the two brothers returned to their own yard dejectedly.

Shen Wen and Doctor Sun followed the third son of the Ji family, Ji Zichu, to the prison in Yingtian Prefecture. Standing at the prison gate, they watched the yamen runners carry the dead Shi Pozi in. Ji Zichu asked Shen Wen, "Are you sure you want to examine the body in the prison? There is a morgue in the yamen, where the environment is good and quiet, and that is the most suitable place to examine the body."

Shen Wen shook his head and declined, "It doesn't matter. It's fine in prison. I'm not afraid of quarrels, but I don't know if others are afraid of quarrels. Don't you think so, Doctor Sun?"

Shen Wen turned back to look at Doctor Sun, who also glanced at her, tilted his head and snorted, and said, "Everything has been done according to your wishes. It's time for the competition, right?"

Shen Wen said: "No problem, you do the autopsy first, and I'll do the autopsy after I see the results of your examination."

After entering, Doctor Sun faced the corpse. He turned around and looked at Shen Wen in confusion and said, "Are you sure you are not trying to make fun of me? Are you using me as a coroner to examine the cause of death for you?"

Shen Wen smiled and said, "What are you thinking? If you want to steal the job of the coroner, the coroner has to agree. Stop wasting time. It will be over in less than two cups of tea. What's so difficult about it?"

Doctor Sun reluctantly pulled open the white cloth on the body and carefully looked at the dead man's complexion, ears, and fingers. He took out a silver needle and inserted it into the finger, then pulled it out and looked at the color change of the needle under the light.

Doctor Sun was silent for a while, and he secretly turned back to glance at Shen Wen's expression.

He felt that this little girl was looking down on his abilities, so he calmed down and decided to use a shocking method.

So he said to the yamen runner who was waiting beside him, "Go and find a few knives from your torture room. Bring all the knives to me. I want to pick one that suits me best."

When Shen Wen heard what he said, he couldn't help but smile.

The yamen runner looked at Ji Zichu in embarrassment.

Ji Zichu asked him to get it for him, so the runner ran to the torture instrument room frantically, and after a while he brought back seven or eight knives of various types for Doctor Sun to see.

Doctor Sun found a two-inch long knife that he used well from among the large and small, straight, curved, bloody and bloodless knives, and then he was eager to try on the dead body's belly.

Before he cut open the corpse, he looked back at Ji Zichu and Shen Wen. Seeing that they were not surprised, he couldn't help but say, "Am I going to do it? Stay away, or I'll get blood all over your faces."

Ji Zichu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, you do your thing, I'm good enough, I can dodge it."

Shen Wen also said: "Me too, I can dodge it too."

So Doctor Sun held the knife steadily and thrust it into the stomach.

That expression and that action were like stabbing an enemy with a knife.

This naturally caused a scream.

It was still a man's scream.

Doctor Sun couldn't help but look back at Ji Zichu.

Ji Zichu was frightened at the time, and thought that blood would really spurt out onto his body after being stabbed by the knife, so he just took a step back subconsciously, but he did not scream.

Ji Zichu shook his head, indicating that it was not his voice just now.

Doctor Sun looked at Shen Wen again, and Shen Wen said innocently, "Don't look at me, this is not the sound when I scream loudly."

Ji Zichu belatedly looked at the yamen runner standing next to him and slapped him on the back of the head.

Doctor Sun found out that it was this kid who screamed.

The boy's face turned pale, and he stammered to Doctor Sun, "Aren't you looking for bad luck? You should know that within seven days after a person dies, their soul will not go to the underworld. This ghost will be disturbed when she sees you destroying her body like this. Maybe she will keep pestering you."

Most people in ancient times were superstitious, and the police were no exception. They were not afraid of robbers and thieves, but they were afraid of the dead lying on the board.