Chapter 59 Chang Yunxiao Joins the Organization
Late at night, the entire Longchang Academy, after experiencing a whole day of thrills, fell into a deep sleep as if exhausted.
In the darkness mixed with the air of books, only one room in Wenhan Hall had a light on, and the pale yellow candlelight cast the shadows of two people on the window.
"When dissecting, we usually start from here. To facilitate inspection, we can sometimes use an I-shaped incision..."
In the room, Chang Yunxiao was sitting in front of a table with candles lit on it.
He pointed to the diagram of the human body that he had drawn. Zhong Maoqing stood behind him, stroking his chin, his face solemn, and nodded as he listened.
This small academy is home to many talented people. There are techniques that even no one in the Dali Temple has mastered. I didn't expect to meet someone who knows the subject here.
He has lived to such an old age, and today he finally opened his eyes!
There was a knock on the door, interrupting Chang Yunxiao's words.
A constable walked in.
"My Lord, these are gloves made of sheep intestines, as you ordered."
I'm so tired. I still have to work in the middle of the night. Even a donkey needs to rest at night!
The kid from the academy is really nosy. He made some "lamb intestine gloves" that made Zhong Sicheng very excited. He asked them to go to the mutton selling place overnight to find lamb intestines, wash them clean, and make this thing.
The young constable held back a yawn and handed over a translucent object.
After Chang Yunxiao unfolded it, it turned out to be in the shape of a pair of gloves.
"How is it?" Zhong Maoqing asked expectantly.
"It's too thin, and only one layer is easy to break. It should be at least two or three layers."
Zhong Maoqing nodded. It would be terrible if he got touched by those dirty things on the corpse.
Almost every year, a coroner or medical examiner falls ill and dies from direct contact with corpses.
During the dissection during the day, he was watching from the side and noticed that the thing Chang Yunxiao was wearing on his hand was very novel. After asking, he found out that it was a "glove" made of sheep intestines.
This is such a good stuff!
He must figure out how it is done, and then promote it across the country starting from the Dali Temple!
The young detective took the ball of "gloves", walked out of the door dejectedly, and glanced at the dark night.
I need to make a few more layers. This thing is not that easy to make!!!
I feel suffocated when I think about the things inside the sheep intestines when I clean them.
But I am a government official making a living, and the superiors have given the order, so what else can I do?
Working late into the night but not getting any salary increase.
Life is so miserable!
…
Zhong Maoqing and Chang Yunxiao chatted until dawn, and then they stopped talking as they were still not satisfied.
Zhong Maoqing touched his empty stomach and asked Chang Yunxiao with a smile if he wanted to eat.
He's treating.
Breakfast consisted of two bowls of glossy millet porridge, some side dishes and salted eggs.
While eating, someone came to see Zhong Maoqing and said that there was a letter from the capital.
Zhong Maoqing opened the letter and read it quickly line by line, his expression becoming solemn.
He put the letter away and looked out the window, as if he was thinking about something.
The casualness just now has disappeared, replaced by a cold and oppressive feeling.
For Chang Yunxiao, who has been in the Criminal Investigation Bureau for many years, this atmosphere is simply too familiar.
It's as intimate as an autopsy.
Zhong Maoqing's gaze suddenly fell on Chang Yunxiao.
"Something happened in the capital, so I have to leave."
Chang Yunxiao nodded, his reaction was very calm.
If you want to leave, just leave.
Zhong Maoqing pondered and continued:
“In recent years, I have been sorting through the files of the Dali Temple, and I have come to realize the importance of autopsy.
If we only examine the external injuries using traditional methods, the useful information that can be obtained is limited, so I also highly recommend performing autopsies through dissection. However, I have not met anyone who is proficient in this field over the years.
Are you willing to go to the Dali Temple with me?"
Zhong Maoqing thought for a moment and continued:
"I heard that you haven't even obtained the status of a student. If you follow me back to the capital, you won't have to take the imperial examination to become an official. This is a shortcut."
Chang Yunxiao still had no reaction.
He had no interest in either the imperial examination or entering officialdom.
And it sounds like there's a lot of trouble ahead.
"No."
Zhong Maoqing choked.
He was the Dali Temple Secretary, a fifth-rank official of the imperial court, and he personally recommended him to the Dali Temple!
This is an opportunity that many people dream of!!!
If you want to refuse, just refuse. Can you be more tactful?
Doesn’t he have any dignity?!
Zhong Maoqing did not give up. An idea suddenly occurred to him and he suddenly remembered Chang Yunxiao's appearance during the autopsy that day.
This kid seems to really... like corpses?
Thinking of this, even Zhong Maoqing himself felt a little abnormal.
But still tried:
"We have a lot of cases, all of which are major cases, the kind that involve deaths.
The bodies of some extremely vicious criminals are not allowed to be collected after their death. If you go there, I can apply to the higher authorities and give you these bodies to practice with.
Hey——You, don’t go!”
Zhong Maoqing was anxious. Don’t you even look down upon the job at the Dali Temple?
They treat us really well!!
Chang Yunxiao's back had disappeared outside the door, and a cold voice floated in from afar.
"I'll pack my things, leave a letter, and leave today."
…
When Chang Yunxiao returned to the study, Xu Shiming and others had just woken up.
When everyone heard Chang Yunxiao say that he was going to Dali Temple, they were stunned and thought they had not woken up yet.
Zhou Da turned over and got out of bed.
"Lao Chang, what did you do wrong? Why didn't you tell your brothers?"
Xu Shiming slapped him on the back of the head.
"Are you stupid? The government will arrest the criminals. Old Chang is the provincial detective 'Little Song Ci'. He is now in the Dali Temple to serve as the coroner!"
Little Song Ci...?
Chang Yunxiao paused slightly. He hadn't heard these three words for a long time.
Zhu Lan and others also heard that he was leaving and came out to see him off.
When Qiao Youyou saw Chang Yunxiao, she finally asked a question that she had been holding back for a long time.
"Old Chang, they all say you like corpses, is that true or not..."
So curious!
Chang Yunxiao: ...
He's not a necrophiliac.
"I just like listening to dead bodies tell stories."
Qiao Youyou's hair stood on end. "What story?"
"the truth."
After Chang Yunxiao finished speaking, he walked towards Wulei Pavilion, where Zhong Maoqing was waiting for him.
"etc!"
Zhu Lan took two steps forward and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"There is something I may need your help with."
That's right, she wanted to ask Chang Yunxiao to find out about Ding Wangyuan's case.
After all, the academy has too few sources of information, and now that Chang Yunxiao has entered the Dali Temple, it is a perfect opportunity.
Helping Ding Wangyuan overturn the verdict can prevent Ding Xiaoqiu from turning evil.
…
Chang Yunxiao arrived at Wulei Pavilion and saw the figure in purple robe from afar.
Zhong Maoqing nodded to Chang Yunxiao, as if he was still waiting for someone.
After waiting for a long time, he finally sighed.
It seems that the teacher is unwilling to help him after all.
"Let's go."
Zhong Maoqing took Chang Yunxiao towards the gate of the academy.
Outside the mountain gate, the hired carriage was already waiting there.
The bleak autumn wind blew, but the man next to the carriage stood as tall and straight as a pine tree, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind.
Who else could it be if not Cen Songbai?
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