Chapter 1652: Chapter 27: Autopsy (Part 2)
However, this bit of unease only lightly passed by, and he resumed his cultivation.
When the time comes to face it...
He will face it.
A group of well-known figures from the Green Plate System stood mutely waiting in front of the Patrol Inspection Bureau’s entrance.
This scene made the streets nearby Beiyaduwei tense, and for a long time, even the peddler’s cries were silent.
Beiyar Commander Zheng Shi couldn’t help but glance at Jiang Wang beside him.
Among those present welcoming the casket, each waited with differing emotions.
Nervousness, sadness, anger.
All suppressed.
Yet, this shining young genius was busy with cultivation.
Others saw diligence, but he saw clarity.
Maintaining one’s clarity amidst the crowd.
Jiang Wang was clearly someone with well-defined goals who knew exactly what he wanted.
Previously, Zheng Shi couldn’t comprehend why this young man would refuse the position of Beiyar Commander, but now he somewhat understood...
Ultimately, their paths diverged.
When Yang Weitong personally drove the carriage over, it was already late at night.
"I picked up Elder Wu by the sea, requested a thin coffin in Heavenly Mansion City for temporary encasement, and hurried non-stop..." explained this disciple of Imperial Court Adviser Yi Xingchen, carrying the dust of travel.
Zheng Shi silently walked up to the coffin, gently slid open its lid, and bowed his head to look at the person inside.
"Elder Wu..." He sighed deeply, "Has returned home."
In front of the Patrol Inspection Bureau’s gates, crowds gathered.
Almost all the Qing brand catchers wore expressions of sorrow.
Truth be told, anyone who had struggled within the Green Plate System for some years had received guidance from Wu Lie.
Some could not hold back their sobs, others silently wept.
There were certainly those who relished the collapse of a grand residence.
Those who secretly vowed to one day uncover the truth and avenge Elder Wu were not lacking either.
But amid this atmosphere of universal grief, a calm voice emerged—
"I want to perform an autopsy."
Amidst the crowd, Lin Youxie’s face alone remained expressionless.
Yang Weitong looked at her and said, "An autopsy is indeed necessary. Elder Wu’s death requires an explanation. That’s our job, but..."
According to customary protocols, those close to the deceased are generally not responsible for the autopsy due to extreme emotional fluctuations that might skew results... At least they shouldn’t be the first to examine, to avoid skewing results and destroying clues.
Of course, Lin Youxie knew the rules. But she simply repeated, "I want to perform an autopsy."
Her gaze was too firm, too stubborn.
Many present could say they watched her grow. They saw the little girl of yesteryears gradually become who she was today.
The whole of Beiyaduwei; now she trusts no one.
But who can fail to understand?
Thus, Yang Weitong was silent.
Zheng Shi sighed, "Let her perform the autopsy."
Lin Youxie walked forward, gazed at the corpse momentarily, then reached out to close the coffin lid.
Still, no expression showed.
No sorrow, no tears.
Jiang Wang silently stepped forward, lifted the coffin, and turned to walk into Beiyaduwei: "I’ll assist."
Lin Youxie spoke no words, only silently followed behind him.
The crowd parted to let them through.
The pair, with the coffin, headed straight to the morgue.
To reach the morgue, they had to pass the Beiyaduwei prison; this was not Jiang Wang’s first visit here.
Carrying the coffin, they walked past the bare iron house.
It wasn’t long before Zheng Shangming followed.
It’s customary for someone to observe during an autopsy.
With Jiang Wang and Lin Youxie’s unified stance, a third person was necessary for oversight.
Zheng Shangming, who was in charge of the Feng Gu case with them, was evidently the best choice.
The nuances involved could not be handled accurately by someone like Zheng Shi.
Despite all three being regarded as key strengths in the Green Plate System, the officer on duty at the morgue carefully documented Elder Wu Lie’s corpse state and asked all three for signatures and seal, before opening a separate morgue chamber for them.
Coincidentally, this morgue chamber was right across from the one Jiang Wang had visited last time.
If it hadn’t been locked, the doors on both sides would be open, and Feng Gu’s coffin could be seen from here.
Jiang Wang glanced at the officer a few times before putting down the coffin he was holding.
Truth be told, these two bodies in the morgue both perished due to the same case, both having struggled from yesteryears to now, dying in the same era.
Feng Gu’s coffin mirrored Wu Lie’s, as if some tacit understanding existed in the Mingming beyond.
After the morgue officer departed, Zheng Shangming casually explained, "Rules dictate strictness is normal here, it’s not targeting anyone, Brother Jiang, please don’t mind."
"What’s there to mind?" Jiang Wang smirked, "I’m just curious, if it’s so strict here, how did that person sneak in last time?"
Zheng Shangming was silent for a moment before saying, "The person who snuck in last time was named Qi Song, he has an uncle named Qi Huaichang."
Previously, he referred to this matter under the ambiguous name of Yangxin Palace, without specifying who.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Wang held a grudge and seized the opportunity to inquire.
Though their paths differed and destined not to become close friends, he didn’t want to damage their current friendship. Relatively speaking, tossing out information about Qi Song was no big deal.
Qi Huaichang is also one of the Deputy Officers in touch with real power among the Patrol Inspectors, holding a position in Beiyaduwei no lower than Yang Weitong, making arrangements to let someone into the morgue is truly simple.
