Chapter 55 The Prime Minister of Dali Temple

As soon as Chang Yunxiao said the words of dissecting the corpse, everyone's expression changed.

For a moment, angry, shocked, and hateful eyes were all focused on Chang Yunxiao.

"You, you——!" Censor Zhao pointed at Chang Yunxiao, and the blood in his body rushed to his forehead.

Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents. Even if a person has passed away, the body must not be damaged at will.

But this boy who appeared out of nowhere, not only did not show enough respect to his dead daughter in his words, but now he actually dared to speak outrageously and even wanted to harm the body! ?

This is not only outrageous, it is simply hateful!

Coroner Zhang was also frightened. Is this child crazy?

Coroners only examine external injuries during autopsies. I have never heard of anyone daring to use a knife on a corpse, let alone saying these words in front of the deceased's family.

The dead are the greatest, do you understand?

Even the death row prisoners in the prison hope that their bodies can be kept intact, which shows how much people care about the integrity of their bodies after death.

Where on earth did this kid learn these crooked ways!!!

Censor Zhao took two deep breaths and shouted "Someone come", wanting someone to drag Chang Yunxiao away.

Upon seeing this, Captain Zhuang hurried forward to help the Lord Censor calm down.

"Sir, please don't be angry, this kid is just a little jerk who knows nothing.

Don't be fooled by his appearance. In the county examination some time ago, he couldn't even get the status of a student.

He must be crazy and wanting to stand out, that's why he said so many crazy things!"

"Who said my son doesn't know shit!?"

Coroner Zhang jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on, and for the first time he spoke so loudly to Captain Zhuang.

"That's because my son didn't take the county exam. If he had, who knows who would have won the first place!"

"That's nonsense. You're just a lousy coroner who feeds on dead people. What good things can you raise?"

"Mr. Zhuang, can you please say it again?!"

"I can say it eighty times!"

Captain Zhuang sneered again, "And now I suspect that your boy has some bad intentions towards Mr. Zhao's daughter. Maybe Miss Zhao's death has something to do with him!"

"You are slandering me!"

Coroner Zhang pounced on Captain Zhuang, and the next second, his thin body was thrown to the ground.

Censor Zhao was still wondering whether his daughter committed suicide, but after hearing what Captain Zhuang said, he felt that Chang Yunxiao was even more suspicious.

How could a mere college student be more powerful than his father, a coroner?

No matter how you look at it, it seems like he's pretending.

He dared to say that the person did not commit suicide, and even wanted to operate on the body. Could it be that he wanted to take this opportunity to destroy some evidence?

Overwhelmed by grief, Censor Zhao has lost his mind and is only thinking about seeking justice for his dead daughter.

"Come here, arrest him for me!" As soon as Censor Zhao gave an order, some people surrounded him and tried to hold down Chang Yunxiao.

Zhong Maoqing, who was wearing a purple robe beside Cen Ye, finally couldn't help it.

"stop!"

He walked out from the crowd.

The students nearby looked at this strange face curiously.

Judging from his age, he seems like a teacher in a college.

But teachers never carry such a terrifying and murderous aura.

Especially those eyes, looking at them for a long time makes people feel creepy.

Captain Zhuang was about to arrest Chang Yunxiao when he was suddenly interrupted and looked unhappy.

He glared at Zhong Maoqing fiercely, his eyes flashing with threats, "You are here to do your job, if you dare to make trouble again, I will lock you up too!"

Zhong Maoqing glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and snorted with disdain.

It was as if the other person was not worthy of talking to him at all.

Captain Zhuang was angered by his attitude.

"This captain sees that you have an unknown background, and you might be in cahoots with that kid. I'm not afraid that you won't tell the truth when you're in jail and you'll be severely punished!"

After saying this, he waved his hand, and several constables holding iron chains rushed towards Zhong Maoqing aggressively.

Suddenly, a figure rushed over, staggered and fell to his knees in front of Zhong Maoqing.

Censor Zhao raised his head and cried out:

"Zhong Sicheng, please help me, my subordinate!!!"

ah?

The detectives stopped in astonishment, their hands holding the chains hanging in the air, looking at Captain Zhuang at a loss.

Captain Zhuang was also dumbfounded.

What...what Sicheng?

Censor Zhao was crying and snotting.

It would be fine if he was just a small county constable who had never seen Zhong Sicheng, but he was a seventh-rank censor after all. How could he not know the dignified Dali Temple Cheng Zhong Maoqing!

Rumor has it that Zhong Sicheng handled countless criminal cases and even received praise from the emperor himself.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the next candidate for the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple.

Although I don’t know why this gentleman suddenly appeared in Jiangzhou, if he can intervene in this case, he will definitely be able to get to the bottom of his daughter’s death!

"Please stand up, Lord Zhao." Zhong Maoqing helped Censor Zhao up.

The other party's daughter had just died and he was heartbroken, so his words and actions were a bit extreme, which is understandable.

but--

Zhong Maoqing looked coldly at Captain Zhuang. The oppressive feeling brought by years of solving cases and executing sentences in his eagle eyes made Captain Zhuang's knees go weak involuntarily.

He suddenly knelt on the ground, cold sweat pouring down.

"Has your county's court always been so confused in handling cases?"

Coroner Zhang was so frightened that he knelt down as well.

"Your subordinate, your subordinate..." Captain Zhuang's lips trembled and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"What kind of official are you? How dare a lowly clerk call himself an official in front of me?"

Captain Zhuang sat on the ground dejectedly, knowing that his career as a captain was over.

Zhong Maoqing was too lazy to look at him any longer and said to Censor Zhao:

"Master Zhao, please consider the autopsy carefully.

I know that Lord Zhao loves his daughter dearly, but her death is indeed somewhat strange. If the truth cannot be found out, I am afraid Miss Zhao will not rest in peace in her grave."

"But, but..."

Censor Zhao still couldn't accept that his daughter couldn't even leave an intact body after her death.

Zhong Maoqing sighed, "It will only leave a small wound on your daughter's body. Do you want to let her leave this world unclearly just because of this?"

"Okay." Censor Zhao thought for a long time and finally made a decision.

"But we can't let this kid do it." He looked at Chang Yunxiao and didn't believe that a student from an academy could do this.

What if I was so clumsy that I actually damaged my daughter's body?

Zhong Maoqing was also a little embarrassed. The Dali Temple did have a coroner who knew a thing or two about autopsy, so at least taking something out of the stomach would not be a problem.

But the Dali Temple is far away in the capital, and by the time we transfer personnel over, the bodies would have rotted away.

He looked at Chang Yunxiao and asked: Can you do it?

Chang Yunxiao nodded calmly, that’s great.

Zhong Maoqing turned to Censor Zhao and said:

"Then I will have to do it myself and let this boy assist me."