the lava pool and its edges, lying or crouching everywhere…Black Mountain, Red Pool, a bunch of dogs... uh, a bunch of beasts that look just like dogs.Let me know if you have other text you'd like tr..."Alright, we've chatted enough for now. You all can go. Come back if you need anything else," said Mr. Jiang with a smile after taking a deep breath.
The coroner and officers from Zhaocheng immediately agreed, regardless of how the official from Linzi felt. They quickly left, hoping to avoid any further trouble.
The scene in this morgue is just unbearable. It's worse than any nightmare!
After calming his agitation, Mr. Jiang turned calmly and walked towards the autopsy table.
"What can I help you with" he asked with a smile.
"Take this piece of intestine," Lin Youxie said without looking up as he continued to busy himself.
Lord Jiang, of course, feared nothing.
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He has been ruthless on his journey, with countless souls lost under his blade. He has slain innumerable beasts and sea creatures as well.
What severed limbs and bones I've seen.
Just a mere corpse, just a mere piece...
He looked calmly.
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"Um, well..."
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Then Jiang finally asked, "Are there any gloves left"
He could wrap his palm with Tao Yuan, but it always felt strange. After all, this Tao Yuan usually resided in the Heavenly Palace...
"Oh, yeah." Lin Youxie casually took out a pair of gloves and handed them over. The other hand was still resting in Huang Yiheng's abdomen, tilting his head to the side, squinting at...
Jiang Wang took the pair of translucent gloves and hurriedly put them on.
The touch is slightly cool, a bit enclosed and stuffy, but very light, not at all affecting finger movement.
He reached out…
He grasped the section of intestine. His movements were so gentle, as if he were holding a priceless treasure.
"Raise it a little bit," Lin Youxie commanded.
Jiang Wang silently raised her head.
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“Look at this lung,” Lin Youxie held up an object and presented it to Jiang Wang.
"What's wrong with your lungs" the seasoned Qingpai elder, Ginger Sir, said without changing his expression.
"Look at these bright spots at the edge of the lung."
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Lin Youxie said: "The lung belongs to metal. Huang's Qi is so sharp and fierce, it suggests residual metallic energy in his lungs. He couldn't possibly be the cowardly and afraid-of-death person that legend describes."
“Of course he wasn’t cowardly. He dared to risk his life in front of the executioner and earned the position of pacifier, how could he be cowardly” Jiang Wang had some thoughts, but couldn't grasp them immediately, only addressing Huang Yixing: “It’s just that for him, bowing down to power is the right thing to do, and it’s not a shame.”
Lin Youxie gave him a surprised look, seemingly not expecting him to know so much about Huang Yixing.
Jiang Wang said frankly: "After the Battle of Qiyang, I intended to vie for the position of pacification envoy. I had researched them all."
Lin Youxie didn't care much about the location, he nodded, put the lung back in its original place, and fiddled with it for a while.
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"Hold your chest up."
Lord Jiang remained expressionless and did as he was told.
Lin Youxie's fingertips glimmered with a faint light. She swiftly traced her finger across Huang Yiheng's left forearm and right thigh, then plunged her finger into the wounds, as if feeling something within the muscle fibers.
After a while, he finally withdrew his fingers.
"Could you help me tidy up" she said.
Jiang Wang looked at the various organs mixed together and couldn't help asking, "How do you organize them"
"Put them back in their proper places."
Lin Youxie casually said, then took out a small wooden box and placed it beside Huang Yixing's corpse. He opened it. Inside were various small tools—knives, awls, scissors, hooks... everything imaginable.
... I don't know what they are used for.
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Jiang Wang didn't really want to know either.
He wore translucent gloves and, expressionless, placed the organs before him back in order: heart, liver, spleen, lungs, stomach...
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The corner of his eye twitched involuntarily.
Although he was ruthless against his enemies, he had never shown any interest in studying corpses. This was truly the first time.
But as a dignified fourth-rank Qing Pai, one absolutely cannot appear timid at this juncture.
Especially not in front of Lin Youxie, this woman.
Therefore, he still completed the task very well.
Lin Youxie was doing his own thing in an orderly manner, with a calm expression and indifferent eyes. He looked just like a chef cooking, something he did every day, as repetitive and ordinary as it could be.
Jiang Wang watched her meticulously examine Huang Yiheng's corpse with a series of small tools...
Unable to hold back, he blurted out, "Your gloves are pretty good. Are they issued by the Patrol Department"
“Oh, gloves. I made them myself,” Lin Youxie said casually. “These are corpse membrane gloves.”
At that moment, Jiang Wang had a bad feeling.
Lin Youxie continued, "A corpse is composed of countless clues, which have a kind of wonderful harmony and often point to the answer. But anything external can affect this harmony, even break it. Gloves like these can isolate that influence."
She hesitated for a moment before saying, "This glove is rooted in rotting flesh and fueled by death energy. It was refined with corpse oil and consecrated with secret rituals. It naturally fits with corpses, allowing it to blend seamlessly without affecting the body itself."
Jiang Wang didn't want to speak anymore.
He could only feel the slimy, repulsive touch passing through his fingertips.
But he couldn't take off the gloves immediately, otherwise, how could he, Jiang, have the face to stand tall in front of Mr. Lin
One word, "patience"!
He began to recite the true solution of "Flame Flower Burning City" in his heart.
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Time flies!
After toiling for half an hour, Lin Youxie began to sort through his tools.
“Next, we’re going to the place where he died.” she said casually.
"Alright." Jiang Wang's voice was calm as he slowly removed his gloves and placed them on the table. "Here are your gloves back."
"Thank you," he said politely.
You're welcome.
Lin Youxie put the small wooden box away and began to touch up Huang Yixing's remains.
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She also had a full set of tools, which was a small pouch. When opened, the tools were varied and numerous: silver wire, fine brushes, cattle hair needles...
She paid meticulous attention to her makeup, almost as if she were sculpting her face.
As if sensing Jiang Wang's confusion, she casually explained: "Because I shuffled the clues, I should return them to their original order. That way, if I can't find anything in the end... perhaps limited by my abilities, or suddenly die, then the next hunter who takes over this case can continue the investigation."
He spoke very calmly.
It is also very reasonable.
As if she was born to investigate cases, she herself was a part of every case. Like the tools she carried with her, each had a specific function and could be replaced at any time.
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"Do you need help" Jiang Wang asked thoughtfully.
"No need, this is a delicate job," Lin Youxie said.
Though underestimated, Jiang Wang wasn't angry. Instead, she felt relieved.
"Good." Jiang Wang said, "I'll go take a look outside first."
Lin Youxie did not raise his head: "Please."
Jiang Wang walked out of the morgue with a calm face. Outside was the street submerged in the night.
Tonight's Zhao Heng City, is silent.
Although Master Jiang wanted to shout a few times.
The water flowed swiftly between my fingers, washing over my hands repeatedly.
The stream of water that Dao Yuan had condensed scattered far away. It swirled a few times with the wind, and he blew his hands back and forth to clean them until the discomfort subsided.
Of all the things Lin Youxie said just now, the phrase that struck him most was, "A corpse is made up of clues."
This is an abnormally cold statement.
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Jiang Wang couldn't help but think, in this woman's eyes, were there really no flesh and blood organs
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What kind of person is the renowned hunter, Lin Kuang To make his daughter develop such a worldview about this world
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