A female coroner arrived at the Jingzhao Prefecture.

Chapter 19 Coroners are Human Too

From a young age, Song Shuyu was adept at reading people's expressions and discerning the emperor's intentions; his keen observation skills were beyond question. However, he was more cunning than others of his caliber. He was skilled at disguising himself, making others mistakenly believe that he was naive and unaware of the complexities of human nature.

Therefore, he knew perfectly well when these rough and straightforward constables truly respected him and when they secretly laughed at and belittled him.

As the sage said: A general with a sword will not kill a fly; a tiger on the road will not chase a rabbit.

Therefore, he disdained to argue with them, nor would he use his superior rank to establish his authority. It's no fun for a cat to eat a mouse; teasing the mouse is what's interesting.

For example, Song Shuyu estimated that the area where the constables had imposed martial law was about fifteen zhang away from the scene of the crime, and everyone's face was covered with cloth, their brows furrowed, looking as if they were trying their best to endure it.

So Song Shuyu asked knowingly, "Why is the area under martial law so large? Is my prefecture something to be ashamed of? Why are we showing our faces to the public?"

A highly decomposed corpse is not only visually unbearable, but the olfactory impact is also unbearable, causing both psychological and physiological harm.

The constables who failed in the first wave have already been carried back to the yamen. Those who remain have vomited five times in some cases and once or twice in others, in addition to urinary incontinence.

Therefore, they try to stay as far away from the corpses as possible, hoping to suffer less pain.

But to their utter surprise, their attempt to balance their own psychology by exploiting the adults' timidity backfired spectacularly, as the adults turned the tables on them!
The constables all lowered their heads, avoiding Song Shuyu's gaze. Jiang Zhan, as the leader, had no choice but to subtly hint, "Sir, the smell is really pungent. The brothers have already thrown up their leftovers."

Song Shuyu frowned slightly. "Is that so? I don't believe it. Why don't you..."

"grown ups!"

Seeing this, Mu Qingcheng promptly spoke up to defuse the situation, "The condition of this corpse is different from the ordinary ones. It is already commendable that Captain Jiang and the constables have been able to hold out for so long. Even I, in my own words, must first remove the odor before I can approach it." Hearing this, Song Shuyu nodded slightly, "If that is the case, then I believe you. Coroner Mu, this place is entirely under your jurisdiction. You may freely move all the people here, including myself."

"Thank you for your consideration, sir. You are wise!" Mu Qingcheng bowed with his hands clasped.

Song Shuyu turned slightly to the side, casually glancing around, her thin lips slightly upturned, and the tips of her ears as red as if they had been painted with vermilion.

Everyone stared in astonishment, marveling that Coroner Mu was indeed a good man sent by heaven to save them!
"Coroner Mu, please feel free to give us any instructions!" Constable Jiang clasped his hands in a respectful manner, both to carry out his superior's orders and out of gratitude.

Mu Qingcheng immediately said, "First burn Atractylodes lancea and soapberry to dispel the stench."

"No problem, leave it to me."

Jiang, the head constable, accepted the task and assigned two constables to begin deodorizing at the locations designated by Mu Qingcheng.

Mu Qingcheng dipped a cotton ball in sesame oil and applied it to the tip of her nose. Feeling Song Shuyu's subtle gaze, she thought for a moment, then picked up her things and walked over, saying in a low voice, "Sir, I have a way to suppress the stench of corpses. Would you like to try it?"

Song Shuyu looked at the sesame oil in her hand, "Do you want to make it like you?"

Mu Qingcheng laughed, "Coroners are human too. No one can avoid the physiological stimulation of the stench of a corpse. Since there's a way to deal with it, why suffer in silence?"

Without waiting for Song Shuyu's consent, she applied sesame oil to the tip of his nose, then took out a small piece of ginger, pried open his mouth, and made him hold it in his mouth.

There's another update today! Thank you for your support, everyone! See you in the next chapter!
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