night!
The capital of Dali.
Feiyuwei, Northern Pacification Division.
Although it was late at night, this was the main detective office of the Dali Dynasty, and officials wearing flying fish uniforms were coming in and out. Every noisy sound represented a major case.
However, there is one place that is particularly quiet.
That was the coroner's room where bodies were kept for examination. Outside the room stood several men in official uniforms, and the one leading them was even one of the Nine Ministers.
The Minister of Rites was one of the Nine Ministers and was in charge of diplomatic power.
There were no less than ten officials outside the courtyard, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
The source of all this was a corpse in the coroner's room.
Gan Nation's proton in Dali...
Dead! Died in the capital of Dali.
Whatever the cause of death, it is a serious diplomatic incident.
The coroner's room.
“It hurts, it hurts so much!”
Ying Wuji only felt pain all over his body. This pain was not the pain of broken tendons, bones, or torn skin, but the feeling that his muscles were stiff, as if they were stuffed with stones.
Cardiopulmonary block, no heartbeat, no breathing, suffocation to the depths of the soul.
I couldn't even close my eyes, they felt extremely sore.
All signs indicated that...he was a stiff corpse.
But I can see the quaint roofs, hear the faint sounds of footsteps, my brain can think, and I can even feel wisps of memories that do not belong to me drilling into the depths of my brain.
"So, I traveled through time and space to a corpse?"
Ying Wuji felt a headache, not knowing what the point of traveling through time and space to a corpse was, but he knew that if he could not gain control of this body, he would be buried in the ground in a few days.
At this moment, a series of footsteps were heard.
He wanted to call for help, but no sound came out.
After a moment, several women appeared in his sight. They were all wearing official uniforms and were looking at him with either nervousness or curiosity.
"This is the Crown Prince Ying Wuji of the Qian Kingdom. He is quite handsome."
"What crown prince? He used to be the only son of King Gan. If he could return home safely, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the crown prince. But now King Gan has another son, and he has awakened his ancient bloodline. How can the crown prince be passed to this mediocre hostage?"
"No wonder... Ying Wuji used to behave properly, but after suffering such a big blow, it's no wonder he gave up on himself."
"Staying in a brothel for three days and three nights is too much for even the strongest man!"
"But I heard that he has already reached the tenth level of the Condensed Spirit Realm. As a warrior with a strong physique, it is rare for him to die of a stroke on horseback."
"Not surprising, I heard there were seven famous prostitutes in his room that night."
"Pooh! Profligate bastard..."
Several female officials were discussing the matter in a lively manner.
But after hearing the sound of footsteps, it stopped abruptly.
They all turned around.
"Sister Wizard!"
"Sister Wizard!"
"Sister Wizard!"
An indifferent voice sounded: "Since you have left the sect and entered the dynasty, you don't need to address me as a sister. From now on, you should call me Wu Baihu."
The female officials quickly responded, "Yes! Wu Baihu!"
Wu Shuangxu nodded: "Let's start the autopsy!"
After saying that, he took out a pair of ice silk gloves and put them on his hands.
A female official asked curiously, "Hasn't the accompanying coroner already checked it out? The rapid weakening of the heart pulse and intracranial hemorrhage are the symptoms of a stroke. Do we still need to..."
Wu Shuangxu said calmly, "It is bad for a country's reputation if its hostage dies of a stroke. The envoy of Gan is outside the coroner's room. He doesn't trust the coroner of Li, so he asked us to re-examine the body. This is about the diplomatic relations between the two countries. You and I must not have preconceived ideas. A thorough autopsy is the correct answer."
"yes!"
"Take off your clothes!"
"yes!"
The female officials were quick and agile and quickly stripped off Ying Wuji's clothes, leaving him only in a pair of trousers.
It sounds very erotic, but the reality is that Ying Wuji can be manipulated by anyone like dried bacon.
Ying Wuji couldn't help but complain in his heart that these young men who had just graduated were so talkative and unprofessional.
He was anxious.
How can I control this body? I can clearly feel the existence of my limbs, but I always feel like some key stimulation is missing.
As long as he can wake up, even if his position as crown prince is lost, he is still a prince of a country. Even if he is a hostage sent to another country, he will live better than ordinary people!
But now, he could do nothing.
Seeing these beautiful female officials doing whatever they wanted, but unable to interact with them.
hateful……
"hiss……"
Ying Wuji only felt a cold finger poking his chest, and then a cold air slowly flowed around his heart.
Wu Shuangxu frowned slightly and quickly checked other organs: "The meridians are completely blocked, and the time of death is more than two hours. The heart meridian is damaged and the kidney essence is deficient, which is indeed consistent with the symptoms of impotence. But his internal organs are full of true energy, and it has not dissipated for such a long time after his death, so his internal organs should be healthy.
His father was the King of Gan, and his mother was from a prominent family in the Gan State. Even if his talents were mediocre, his physique would be far superior to that of ordinary people, and it was impossible for him to have congenital deficiencies.
Anyone could have a stroke, but not him!"
The female officials were shocked: "You mean someone did something shady?"
If it is just a sudden disaster, it will at most embarrass the country and will not have a particularly big impact on the diplomatic relations between the two countries.
But if someone really did something bad in the territory of Li, the diplomatic relations would deteriorate at best, and the two countries would go to war at worst. You know, King Gan only has two sons.
The female officials quickly checked it and became even more confused: "But there is no trace of poison!"
Wu Shuangxu looked a little serious, pointing at Ying Wuji: "Take off his pants!"
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