Sun Simiao picked up a scalpel, cut open the deceased's abdomen, and after just one glance at the blackened intestines, he knew what had happened. He cut off a section of intestine and shouted to the surrounding crowd.

"Everyone, please look!"

"This person's intestines are black, clearly indicating arsenic poisoning!"

The surrounding people were not very surprised to hear this, but seeing Sun Simiao waving the intestines around, many people still felt very uncomfortable and vomited.

However, Sun Simiao was already used to these things and not only did he not feel any discomfort, but he also cut open the deceased's lungs, trachea and other parts to check.

After a quarter of an hour, Sun Simiao stood up again.

"Fellow villagers, it can be basically concluded that this person is dead!"

"This man is about forty years old, with a bluish complexion and a emaciated body. He is clearly suffering from chronic illnesses, such as damp-heat and tuberculosis!"

"But his immediate cause of death was still arsenic!"

"And the time of death was no more than three hours ago, with fresh blood still seeping from the nostrils and ears!"

As Sun Simiao spoke, the scribe took notes. Seeing that the scribe had written everything down, Sun Simiao immediately grabbed a brush and wrote his name on the paper.

Thus, this autopsy report will be the most valuable report in the Tang Dynasty, and no one can question it, nor dare to question it.

Upon seeing this, Lü Junfang immediately slammed down the gavel.

"You audacious Zhang Er, the evidence is now irrefutable, what excuses do you have left to offer!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Er's face was filled with panic, but he still tried to remain calm and offered his explanation.

"My lord, I truly do not know. I only suspected it was related to the Crown Prince's salt after my elder brother's sudden death..."

"Hmph!"

"You audacious scoundrel, how dare you try to argue!"

"Guards, administer severe torture!"