Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

At the beginning of the Zi hour, the Dali Temple

Cui Bianxu worked overtime in the Dali Temple day and night. Although he took over the case of Xiongyue's disappearance, the case was not originally under the jurisdiction of the Dali Temple. It was the Ministry of Justice who forced it on him because they saw that Zheng Jing came with bad intentions.

The normal process should be that the Ministry of Justice will conduct the final review after the investigation and the Dali Temple itself has countless cases gathered from all over the country for review every day.

So Cui Bianxu was busy, really busy! He was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink tea. He was almost getting prostate stones!

"Master Cui, two more young ladies are missing." Cong Jinghai was already numb, baring his teeth and gasping. No one dared to come in and report this, fearing that they would be punished. Only he! The lone brave man!

"When was it lost? Why are you reporting it now?" Cui Bianxu stood up suddenly, his knees hitting the table with a loud thud. He still had that indifferent and dead look on his face, but the paper in his hand was immediately crumpled.

It hurts! The numb point on my elbow was hit!

Jing Hai's eyes flicked across his hand and he immediately looked away: "It was curfew time and the man hadn't returned home yet, so we hurriedly reported the case."

This young man from the Cui family is taller than the general of the Jinwu Guard. He has a very good figure and walks with the gait of a dragon and a tiger. One can tell at a glance that he has quite some martial arts skills.

I don't know what the Cui family is thinking. Why would such a righteous man, who is ready to sacrifice his life for the Tang Dynasty, go to a place like the Dali Temple, which is outside the Six Ministries?

Wouldn't it be nice to gain experience in the Sixteenth Guards of the Imperial Guard? With that physique, he looks like a perfect general!

"How is the Yue Lao Temple?" Cui Bianxu no longer wanted to mention the Jinwu Guards. Wang Mingqian was a waste!

This is definitely not because he is unhappy with the Wang family!

Cong Jinghai touched his chin and hesitated for a moment. "The people we sent back reported that the old temple has been closed to visitors since the hour of You on the first day of the first lunar month, and no one has been seen entering or leaving. I also went to check, and there's nothing unusual. Are you overthinking it, Young Master?"

He felt that the place was probably a place for fraud and deception, and it was not under the jurisdiction of their Dali Temple. They should ask the Wannian County Magistrate to send people to carry out a wave of crackdown on gangsters and eliminate evil, arrest Yan Yin, beat him up, and make him return all the money he earned!

Let him, a stinky Taoist priest, earn more than me!

"No one coming in or out?"

Cui Bianxu felt something was amiss: "You've seen the marriage ribbons at Yue Lao Temple today. The sycamore tree in front of the main hall is completely festooned with them. There's a marriage ribbon with small pieces of incense wood on either end. One end has a name written on it, and the other has a half-written eight-character horoscope."

The eight characters of birth date cannot be shown to others easily, so when young ladies seek marriage, they often only write the date and month of birth, and not the exact day and time.

Cong Jinghai still didn't think there was any connection between the two. The Yue Lao Temple had been there for a long time. He had also accompanied his wife there before and nothing had happened.

"Let's go to Yue Lao Temple tomorrow." Cui Bianxu thought of the backyard: "Let's go to the backyard."

Cong Jinghai didn't understand: "Didn't Shaoqing say that climbing over the wall in broad daylight is not a good idea? Or why not go at night?"

Cui Bianxu glared at him and said, "Since you said that's where the temple residents rest, wouldn't it be packed with people if we go there at night? Bring your men in to search tomorrow."

How stupid! They are officials! They are not thieves! Why do they have to be so sneaky?

"Shaoqing Cui." Ding Yuan, the coroner of the Dali Temple, suddenly appeared outside the door.

He was a very polite man. Even though the door was open, he had no intention of going into the house. He just stood outside with his arms hanging down and his head lowered, speaking in a long, neither loud nor soft voice.

Like a hanged man.

Cong Jinghai was startled and hurriedly patted his chest to calm himself down: "Ding Yuan! Why are you walking so quietly?"

Ding Yuan raised his face and twitched the corners of his mouth very quickly, then lowered his head again: "Cong Sizhi, please forgive me."

His forced smile successfully made Cong Jinghai tremble. If he were to tell it, the most creepy person in the entire Dali Temple was Ding Yuan. It was said that he used to deal with corpses all day long in Shanghaofang, and recently he had been staying in a morgue filled with ice all day long, making him look very cold and eerie.

Every time he saw Ding Yuan, he felt uncomfortable all over.

I always feel that being close to him will shorten my life.

"What's the matter?" Cui Bianxu glanced at Cong Jinghai with disdain. He was a little short, but he was a strong man, but too timid.

It was unknown whether Ding Yuan had learned this etiquette from someone or if he had invented it himself, but he would bow every time he spoke to someone, without even looking up, and with an extremely humble demeanor. "Reporting to Mr. Cui, something was found on the female corpse."

Cui Bianxu's eyes lit up: "Let's go!"

The weather in late May was already hot, and there were a lot of ice cubes in the morgue. After all these days of tossing and turning, the corpses had already decayed to a certain extent, and the smell was very pungent.

Not to mention the greenhorn Cui Bianxu, even an old hand like Zong Jinghai couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose as soon as he entered the room. Only Ding Yuan walked straight to the female corpse without changing his expression.

Cui Bianxu was arrogant and embarrassed to follow Jinghai, but he also held his breath and tried his best to breathe very slowly and in small sips.

"Young Master, please take a look." Ding Yuan's ears twitched slightly, and he heard the change in the breathing of the person behind him. The corners of his mouth drooped for a moment, but he quickly recovered and said, "This is what I found in the anus of Madam May 1st."

In his hand was a pair of small tweezers, holding a small black hair about half a centimeter long.

Cong Jinghai's face wrinkled up, he rolled his eyes and grumbled in a low voice: "Why are you touching my anus?"

He felt something rising in his throat.

"Madam May 1st?" Cui Bianxu felt that he was probably not familiar enough with the Dali Temple. He had never heard of this way of naming.

Ding Yuan bowed again while holding the tweezers. The tweezers moved forward with his movements. Cui Cong and the other man took a step back.

"Speak properly." This was from Cong Jinghai, who gasped in fear.

"No need to be so polite!" This was Cui Bianxu, whose eyebrows were wrinkled like seaweed.

Ding Yuan stood up and saw their actions. He smiled strangely again and looked at the female corpse with some fascination. "My two superiors, you don't know, the Dali Temple has too few bodies to examine. I have been here for three months, and this is my first one. So I want to treat her well."

"So...?" Cong Jinghai felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this guy. He could understand every word he said individually, but why couldn't he understand them when they were put together?

What does it mean to treat her well? Is this what you say to a corpse you don't even know?

"I used to practice by finding corpses in Shanghaofang. Madam May 1st was my first official corpse. I thought it would be a very memorable event. Since she had no family to claim her, I found a piece of stone and personally carved nine orifice plugs for Madam May 1st. Once the case is solved, I will take her to Shanghaofang to find a Feng Shui-auspicious site for burial and build a grave for her."

Ding Yuan pointed to the white cloth on the table beside him. On the white cloth were nine stone plugs of different shapes. They were polished very smoothly, obviously with great care.

What he said was sincere and touching, but it was creepy to the ears of both of them. What kind of serious illness did this man have?

Cong Jinghai subconsciously asked, "Does it say May 1st, Madam, on the tombstone?"

"Of course!" Ding Yuan answered calmly and as a matter of course, as if he was saying that the weather was very good today.

Cui Bianxu interrupted Jinghai's next idiotic question and said, "First, tell me, what's wrong with this... hair?"

"Young Master, please allow me to report."

Ding Yuan waved the tweezers in his hand again, showing a circle on the two people's faces: "This is anal hair. Everyone has it. Generally, men's hair is thicker and denser than women's. Women's hair is less and thinner. But May 1st Lady is gifted and has abundant hair on her body."

The two of them followed his words and looked at the female corpse. Cui Bianxu half-closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore the wriggling maggots: "I see, apart from the hair and eyebrows, where else is there any hair?"

This person is so sincere, why doesn't he clean up those white bugs?

Cui Bianxu had no women around him and was not married, so he naturally didn't know. However, Cong Jinghai had experience and couldn't wait to answer: "Shaoqing, you don't know, many women in Chang'an like to shave their armpits and limbs."

He didn't know it at first, but after a long time, he occasionally saw his wife shaving with a knife while taking a bath, and then he found out!

Cui Bianxu was speechless, not understanding what was so great about this bragging. He continued to ask Ding Yuan, "And then?"

Ding Yuan raised his head. His eyes looked strange, long and thin, but the pupils were very black. "Shaoqing, there is a smell on this hair."

"you!"

"vomit!"