Chapter 62 Your smile reveals the obvious signs of your female identity.
The case is closed, and everyone should be happy.
But Li Jin's words, "Let's have a good chat," made Jin Shu uneasy and anxious.
As if on purpose, Li Jin didn't mention the matter again after returning to the Six Doors.
He looked at the case notes that Jin Shu had organized and put them into the display shelf behind him.
He raised an eyebrow and glanced at her: "Come with me."
Jin Shu paused for a moment, then followed in his footsteps.
In the courtyard, under everyone's gaze, Yan Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, his serious aura like a wave of energy, scorching and intimidating.
In the shadows of the Six Doors, seven people wearing jade pendants with the same pattern stood in a row before Jin Shu.
With a serious expression, Yan Zhao took a flat box from Li Jin's hand, looked at Jin Shu who was standing respectfully in front of him, and handed the box, along with a bunch of keys to the coroner's office, to Jin Shu.
Under the golden sunlight, she looked at the brand-new, exquisite set of tools in the flat box, engraved with the words "Corpse Whisperer," and amidst the applause of the crowd, she officially became "Mr. Jin" of the Six Doors Coroner's Office.
Yan Zhao glanced at her smiling face, but then leaned close to her ear and poured cold water on her: "Don't smile. When you smile, the traces of your female body are very obvious."
With just one sentence, Jin Shu felt as if she had choked on her own words, her face immediately turning pale, and all her happiness and joy vanished in an instant.
She pursed her lips, her expression filled with fear, and looked up at Yan Zhao, the old man who always had a cold face and was so serious that it seemed as if the air was frozen. His face was full of friendly words that said, "Don't think you can fool me." He tilted his head slightly and smiled faintly.
Seeing his smile, Jin Shu almost cried.
The reversal came too fast and caught her completely off guard. She thought it would be a happy onboarding reception, but it turned into a chaotic scene in the blink of an eye.
Jin Shu couldn't remember what happened after that, or how she greeted the group. She only remembered making up an excuse and hurriedly slipping back to the coroner's room.
The stream flowed gently, and the pond rippled with clear water. Yan Zhao stood by the pond, leisurely feeding the fish. When he saw her walk in, he didn't turn around, but simply said a few words: "You're back?"
Jin Shu pursed her lips: "Yes, I'm back."
After that, within a five-meter radius, not a single word could be heard.
Yan Zhao was in no hurry, feeding the fish little by little, waiting for Jin Shu to speak first.
His appearance made Jin Shu extremely uneasy, and she hesitated and pondered again and again.
How should she ask such a question? She searched through all the scripts in her mind, but couldn't find a single example.
Let's just ask directly!
After Yan Zhao threw in the last bit of fish feed, Jin Shu frowned and stammered, "My lord... um, who else... who else..."
Yan Zhao glanced at her.
Mr. Jin speaks clearly and concisely when facing a dead person, so why does he suddenly start babbling in front of a living person?
He laughed, glancing at her face: "That's all."
Jin Shu was taken aback.
She watched as Yan Zhao clapped his hands, wiped away the fish feed residue, and remarked with a double meaning, "It's all gone."
The imperial edict remained steadfast and unhurried.
Jin Shu was in a state of extreme anxiety, inwardly roaring.
Even at a time like this, they still have time for puns!
Seeing that she hesitated to speak, Yan Zhao resumed his usual cold expression and chuckled, "Don't worry, there's no one here."
“You should thank yourself for being good enough to keep your head.” With that, he turned and walked inside. “Come with me.”
Upon hearing this, Jin Shu took a deep breath.
She had never been so grateful to God for letting her drink a bowl of diluted Meng Po soup.
If it weren't for my excellent forensic medicine skills, I probably would be dead here today.
The ancients were right: master math, physics, and chemistry, and you can eat your way through the world.
Even so, Jin Shu, whose identity had been seen through by Yan Zhao, was still ashen-faced as a wilted eggplant, grimacing as she followed him into the main hall.
To everyone's surprise, this stern-faced coroner handed Jin Shu a bundle of wrapped pastries from the table, saying, "Here are some pastries from the Imperial Kitchen!"
It was still that serious face, still that cold and aloof demeanor.
Jin Shu was stunned for a long time before she understood the purpose of the snack. She grinned and took it, saying, "Thank you, Master."
But Yan Zhao raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue in disgust: "Didn't I tell you not to laugh like that, or your identity will be exposed?"
After saying that, he added, "Eat without worry. Your brother's bag is here. Don't keep thinking about saving some for him. Kids will get tooth decay if they eat too much sweets."
Jin Shu, standing before him, mumbled "I understand" while her face remained beaming with joy.
Standing in the courtyard of the coroner's office, eating a pastry from the imperial kitchen, she looked up at the clear blue sky.
Jin Shu decided to write a letter about what she had seen and learned during these days, and send it to Liu Cheng'an, the prefect of Dingzhou, who had given her countless help.
She made the decision, but before she could even sit down, Zhou Zheng called her away.
In the sect leader's courtyard, Li Jin looked at the twelve different patterns on the large Xuan paper on the table, which solemnly formed a stone statue.
Below the bird pattern was written the name Xu Weiyou, Minister of Justice, but besides Xu Weiyou, there were eleven other unidentified individuals.
Li Jin stared intently at the picture before him, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
Watching Li Jin struggle alone, Jin Shu stood there for a while, then raised his hand and coughed lightly: "This subordinate has some insights."
Upon hearing this, Li Jin didn't even look up: "Speak."
"In Fang Qing's case, the whereabouts of the letter he sent at night, and in Fan Yin's case, the source of the mercury remains unknown. In addition, given the note's mention of someone providing guidance, I think there is a possibility that Fang Qing's and Fan Yin's cases could be investigated together."
The character "序" (preface) on the door of Fang Qing's desk, and the character "十" (ten) inside the box of the Fan Yin desk.
And the faintly visible floral patterns on the clothes worn in these cases all hinted to her and Li Jin that this might be an organized and premeditated series of cases.
They only found the surface; they haven't delved into the underlying issues.
Li Jin nodded without saying anything.
He already had his own guesses about what Jin Shu was talking about.
Although he hasn't found many people on this network yet, they all point in the same direction: the case from six years ago and the current Crown Prince.
Li Jin took a deep breath, held the blueprint in his left hand, and pushed it to the right.
The paper seemed to possess a spirit; it rolled into a tube, tumbled off the table, and landed among a large stack of scrolls on the floor beside it.
He brushed the dust off his palms: "Let's go."
He said, "Xia Xiaowu's case is not over yet."
Upon hearing this, Jin Shu looked up in surprise: "Is this over yet?"
"The case is closed, but there are still things to wrap up."
Jin Shu was surprised: "I can go, there's no need for the sect leader to go in person."
The usual conclusion is simply to briefly describe the case to others affected by it, allay their concerns, and get life back on track.
Jin Shu can do these things too.
But Li Jin, with a smile on his face, came out from behind the desk and patted her shoulder three times: "We are partners, don't even think about acting on your own."
He glanced at Jin Shu's face, a genuine smile playing on his lips.
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