Miss Truth Chapter 53 - 53 37 Late Night Autopsy

53: Chapter 37: Late Night Autopsy 53: Chapter 37: Late Night Autopsy “Inspector Liu heard that Mr.

Sang Chen was very experienced in conducting autopsies and drafting legal docunts, so he invited Mr.

Sang to join him on official duties.

Let’s go,” Ran Yan said with a smirk, watching as Sang Chen’s face turned paler by the second, and she stuffed a toolbox into his arms.

“Thank you, Mr.

Sang,” Liu Pinrang assessed Sang Chen with a glance, noticing his trembling legs, and could not help but wonder, as Sang Chen seed like a scholar who only knew how to study, not an expert in autopsies and legal docuntation.

The governnt officials chuckled among themselves upon seeing Sang Chen in such a state.

Once they left the estate, there was already a carriage waiting, which showed Liu Pinrang’s certainty in getting her agreent.

Ran Yan was relieved she had agreed promptly, even if she couldn’t avoid owing a favor, she didn’t want to leave Liu Pinrang, the stingy old man, brooding over it.

In the carriage, Ran Yan shared all her suspicions with Liu Pinrang to help solve the case faster.

“Yin Miaomiao?

On the day of the incident, I rember she was with you all, so she shouldn’t have had ti to commit the cri,” Liu Pinrang expressed dubiously.

Ran Yan recalled, “That day, Yan Fangfei told that Yin Miaomiao had intentionally had her two maids hide in the garden so that the wives could secretly watch the young gentlen through the fragrance pavilion, and afterwards, everyone dispersed.

At that ti, I only saw Yan Fangfei, Qi Shiniang, and two other wives; I did not see Yin Miaomiao.”

Liu Pinrang nodded, stroking his grizzled beard in satisfaction, “I trust that you will certainly be able to help , as I never misjudge people.”

Liu Pinrang, relying on his ability to judge people, had gained recognition repeatedly.

He could discern who would flatter and who were incorrupt and righteous, deciding his behavior based on their characters—his judgnts never failed, thus he never doubted his own insight.

“Thank you for your trust, Inspector,” said Ran Yan with a faint smile, but her mind wandered back to the first ti she t Yin Miaomiao, who had stood up to shake her hand and even poured her a cup of tea…

Ran Yan’s thoughts lingered on the hand that held the cup—clean, fair, with well-trimd nails showing a natural rosy tint, not tainted with rouge.

It wasn’t her who wanted to kill Wan Lu.

Ran Yan always found it odd, but couldn’t imdiately tie up the loose ends, so she chose not to dwell on it for now.

The carriage stopped in front of the morgue, with the moon hanging in the sky, but the moonlight was not very bright, and everything was shrouded in a layer of night, with dense tree shadows.

A breeze passed, casting eerie, claw-like tree shadows on the ground, making the morgue look ghastly and terrifying.

Liu Pinrang ordered soone to open the side gate and led the way inside.

Sang Chen hesitated at the door, still undecided, but everyone else had already entered.

A gust of cool air blew by, and without a second thought, Sang Chen rushed inside like a scared rabbit, approaching Ran Yan and stamring, “Wife, did you, did you bring any ginger slices?

Could you perhaps give a few later?”

The morgue at the governnt office was not a charity mortuary, so not just any corpse was kept there.

Therefore, there weren’t many bodies, but even so, everyone was a bit uneasy, silently focusing and having no mood to mock Sang Chen.

They also resented Inspector Liu for his old age, not fearing to scare himself by coming to such a sinister place at midnight instead of during broad daylight.

Liu Pinrang had seen many bodies before, but it was his first ti visiting the morgue at midnight.

If he hadn’t suspected that Judge Yang’s death was related to certain powers, he wouldn’t have bothered to drag his old bones here to suffer.

Liu Pinrang caught a glimpse of Ran Yan’s calm face and felt admiration and a bit of curiosity, “Aren’t you afraid, Seventeenth Lady?”

Ran Yan paused for a mont before responding, “Living people are often more frightening than dead ones, aren’t they?

By comparison, I’m more afraid of the living.”

“Well said,” Liu Pinrang, who had experienced the ups and downs of the official world for over forty years, had seen plenty of deceit—though he had co to terms with these matters himself, how could a young woman possibly have such an insight?

Liu Pinrang instructed the officials to light every torch in the room, illuminating a dark room with bright light.

Inside, there were two coffins without lids.

One, which had previously held Han Shan’s body, was now empty, presumably taken by the Han Family for burial.

In the other coffin lay a middle-aged man about eight feet tall, burly, with arched eyebrows and high nose bridge.

Even though his face was now bluish and swollen and his body was marked with nurous patches of corpse spots, one could still tell he had been a man of striking appearance when alive.