The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

The person in the next room was Luo Qianmo, and today he was accompanied by another trusted subordinate, Xuanhuang.

At this moment, Luo Qianmo stood there with his hands behind his back, his tall and slender figure and indifferent expression on his stunningly handsome face. He was not the gentle and kind "lord" who treated the people well, nor the lazy and beautiful devil, nor the eighth prince who was close to Empress Qin...

At this moment, he seemed indifferent to everything, and nothing could concern him.

At this moment, he exuded an aloofness that kept people at arm's length, yet people couldn't help but want to follow him, to gaze into his clear yet icy eyes, and to melt away that enigmatic chill...

The moment Fang Qingyou walked into the autopsy room, Luo Qianmo felt a sense of familiarity. When his gaze fell on the tattered strip of cloth that tied her hair, the scene of being grabbed by the leg yesterday flashed into his mind.

Luo Qianmo's eyes darkened slightly; it was her.

The appearance of the handsome young swordsman also caught Luo Qianmo's attention, because with just one glance, he could tell that the handsome young swordsman was a martial arts expert with superb skills.

Luo Qianmo couldn't help but take another look at Fang Qingyou. With such a master by her side, it seemed that she was not an ordinary peasant girl. So why did she fall into such a predicament yesterday?

Fang Qingyou was completely unaware that she was being speculated about; all her attention was focused on the autopsy.

Although she herself feels that she can be a bit silly and funny at times, she can instantly calm down and devote herself to her work when treating patients or researching medical techniques.

After removing the shroud, seeing the deceased's pained expression, Fang Qingyou felt no fear and immediately began to carefully and systematically examine the body.

His expression was serious, his technique was skilled, and he was meticulous.

Seeing Fang Qingyou like this, a glint of light flashed in Luo Qianmo's indifferent eyes. This woman was truly beyond his expectations.

Seeing that she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, yet she was well-versed in the ways of a coroner and examined the male corpse without any scruples, this was the first time he had ever seen such an unusual woman.

A hint of interest flickered in Luo Qianmo's indifferent eyes; it seemed he needed to investigate her background.

For a while at the beginning, Fang Qingyou didn't find any clues until she finally examined the victim's head.

The skull is intact, with no visible injuries.

Fang Qingyou continued her investigation without giving up. The deceased couldn't have died for no reason; as long as she was diligent enough, she was bound to make a discovery.

This can be proven by many bizarre cases in the field of forensic medicine.

Sure enough, Fang Qingyou quickly found a fragment of something in the deceased's hair, a thin piece, only the size of a soybean.

Fang Qingyou used tweezers to pick up the fragment and examined it closely. She discovered that the fragment looked like the outer skin of some kind of tuberous plant.

Is this potato peel?

Fang Qingyou was about 70-80% sure, because her grandmother loved potatoes, and in her previous life, she often cooked with potatoes with her grandmother.

In those days, there were no greenhouses for growing plants, so the potatoes at this time of year must have been stored from previous years.

There were no cold storage facilities back then either. In May, stored potatoes might sprout or even rot... Could it be solanine poisoning?

Thinking of this possibility, Fang Qingyou searched the deceased's head even more carefully.

Solanine is toxic, and oral ingestion is generally not fatal. However, if it is injected directly into the body, especially in a special location, it can be fatal.

For example, some important organs or some vital acupoints.

If she wasn't mistaken, the cause of death might lie in the head, where hair is abundant and the truth is most easily concealed.

Therefore, Fang Qingyou carefully examined the deceased's head seven times, and finally discovered the abnormality on the eighth examination.

On the left side of the deceased's head, near the top of the head, there was a very small crease on the scalp.

These wrinkles are generally considered normal wrinkles on a corpse because after death, if the body is exposed to the outside world for a long time, the flesh will shrink to a certain extent, and this shrinkage will cause the skin to wrinkle.

Moreover, the deceased was a man in his fifties, whose skin already had a lot of wrinkles from aging.

However, Fang Qingyou felt that this fold was unusual. The contours of atrophic folds of the skin are not usually so deep, and this fold looked as if it was being supported by something.

Thinking this, Fang Qingyou gently pressed the crease and the scalp around it. After several repetitions, she finally confirmed the presence of a thread-like hard object underneath.

The two ends of this filamentous hard object happen to be the Chengling and Luoque acupoints located on the top of the head.

In addition, she also found a tiny yellowish-brown spot on the skin of these two acupoints. It was not dirt or bloodstains, but more like rust.

Could it be that the wire pierced through the deceased's Chengling and Luoque acupoints?

"I need two iron-containing objects, at least larger than half a palm." Fang Qingyou turned to look at the head guard, then immediately looked away.

At this moment, she was no longer as respectful to the head guard as before; it was more like she was giving orders. However, the head guard did not feel uncomfortable at all. Seeing her serious and earnest appearance, he unconsciously obeyed her words.

In fact, Fang Qingyou, who was completely absorbed in the moment, had forgotten that she was not in the modern world and thought that her assistant was standing by at any time.

Just as the head guard was thinking about what to give Fang Qingyou, the handsome young swordsman had already taken action.

"Gentlemen, may I borrow your swords?" The clear voice had barely rang out when, before the two guards could react, two flashes of light appeared, and the handsome young swordsman had already drawn their swords from their sheaths and handed them to Fang Qingyou.

Seeing the two gleaming knives, Fang Qingyou was startled, only then realizing that she was in an ancient morgue.

However, she quickly calmed down and said to the handsome young swordsman, "Quickly rub these two swords together!"

The handsome young swordsman didn't know what Fang Qingyou was planning, but he was willing to obey her.

He held a knife in each hand, and without any apparent movement, the two knives clashed rapidly, creating a curtain of sword shadows and scattering light in the air.

This scene made Luo Qianmo's eyes flicker slightly; it seemed that this young man possessed extraordinary martial arts skills and an extraordinary background.

"Ding--"

"Stop!" Fang Qingyou called out when she felt it was about time.

Fang Qingyou turned around and saw that the tips of both knives were turning red, which showed how fast they were being rubbed together. Could this really be done by human power? This handsome young swordsman is too fierce!

Suppressing her shock, she tried to take one of the knives from the handsome young swordsman, but before she could fully catch it, her arm suddenly sank downwards...