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“Qiu Yuan, so you think Chief…” Luo Dachun's expression grew serious.
“Indeed,” Nie Qiuyuan replied expressionlessly, “Father did not die suddenly from an illness; he was murdered.”
A hint of anger appeared on Luo Dachun's face. “Qiu Yuan, even if you dislike Liuying, you should still consider the bond of siblings. You can't possibly treat her like a target, can you?”
Please! White-faced one, must you speak so bluntly? Do you know how painful it is for me to hear that word “dislike”?
“I will protect her and ensure not a single hair on her head is harmed,” the male lead declared firmly.
“I’m willing!” Hearing this, I excitedly grabbed one of Nie Qiuyuan's arms. Everyone in the room was taken aback, and the male lead nearly spilled a bowl of hot medicine all over my face.
Only then did he realize he had forgotten to put down the bowl. He set it on the table and helped me sit on the couch. I softly murmured, “Knowing that Father is gone makes me very sad, but I can’t seem to remember what he looked like or the days we spent together. This makes me… even sadder…” As I became emotional, tears began to fall again, dripping onto my hands.
I could clearly feel that everyone in the room softened, including the male lead. Even the air felt lighter.
“Don’t be afraid,” Nie Qiuyuan said. “Right now, all the brothers from Wanzi Mountain are gathered in the Assembly Hall. If we can quickly find the Murderer, everything will be fine.”
“How long have I been asleep?”
Nie Qiuyuan seemed surprised by my random question and answered, “Almost six hours.”
“What about Father? Where is Father?”
Nie Qiuyuan's expression darkened.
“He is still in the bedroom. The situation was too sudden, and with you in this state, we haven’t had time to prepare his remains.”
I seized the opportunity to grasp his hand, lifting my tear-filled eyes with a pleading tone. "Brother, I want to see Father one last time."
This request was perfectly normal. Little did he know what I truly desired.
Upon seeing the body of the burly old man lying on the bed, I sobbed dramatically as I rushed forward, gazing emotionally at the lifeless "Father," apologizing in my heart while my hands fumbled aimlessly over his body.
Nie Qiuyuan and the others who had followed me, along with those already in the room, found nothing amiss. Even if my usual temperament was poor, even if I had lost my memories, the sight of a beloved one's corpse would elicit a similar reaction from anyone.
After a long while, it was still Nie Qiuyuan who came over and pulled me up. Han Meilan had already started crying nearby, her shoulders shaking, which only added to my agitation.
My heart was already in turmoil. Because on this old man's corpse, I discovered some perplexing details.
After death, rigor mortis begins to set in about one hour post-mortem, reaching the entire body after another hour and lasting for approximately six hours before gradually easing as the body becomes soft again. The body stops generating heat after death, with its temperature dropping about one degree per hour. Judging by the rigor mortis and temperature of this corpse, the time of death was likely before one to two o'clock, roughly aligning with how long I had been unconscious according to Nie Qiuyuan.
However, based on the livor mortis visible on the back of the body (I had shaken him vigorously while sobbing, nearly toppling him over and loosening his clothing), it seemed he had died even earlier than that. This indicated that the livor mortis on this person appeared sooner than it typically would on an ordinary corpse.
The face of the corpse had been wiped clean, yet I still noticed a trace of white frothy residue around his mouth and nose.
Additionally, there was a faint scent of alcohol lingering in the air.
The expression on the corpse's face was remarkably peaceful; it seemed to reflect a death that involved little suffering. It was as if he had simply fallen asleep and then gradually ceased all bodily functions, slipping into eternal slumber.
Since Nie Qiuyuan had already concluded it was murder, and given that there were no external injuries on the body, he must have used a silver needle to test for poison long ago. I believed nothing would be found.
I couldn't understand how he determined this was homicide because based solely on the condition of this corpse, I couldn't rule out the possibility of suicide.
My determination regarding the cause of death is based on my own injuries. I sustained severe injuries after seeing my father in trouble, and in my shock, I hit my head against a pillar. I examined the wounds on my head; indeed, they were caused by the collision with the pillar, but the extent of the damage is unclear now. It’s possible that the process of crossing over has had a healing effect on this body—this is fate, something I cannot judge.
However, I have severe bruises on both of my upper arms, which could not have resulted from a mere collision. Even if I had collided, it wouldn’t be so symmetrical.
This indicates that someone had gripped my body with both hands and forcefully slammed my head against the pillar.
A pair of strong hands—those of a man. It must have been a martial artist; after all, this "I" is also skilled in martial arts and quite capable—ordinary people would not be able to manage such a feat.
Now, let me share my thoughts on the cause of death, which I find most astonishing. Although I cannot conduct blood tests or analyze liver or stomach contents for poison identification, I believe that this state could very well indicate poisoning—specifically, barbiturate poisoning.
Barbiturates are depressants and are the main component of first-generation sleeping pills. They have a strong inhibitory effect on the central nervous system, particularly the cerebral cortex. Overuse can gradually paralyze nerve reflexes, ultimately leading to respiratory failure and death from lack of oxygen.
What does this mean? Let me provide two examples for clarity. For instance, one component of euthanasia injections is a derivative of barbiturates combined with anesthetics and other ingredients, administered intravenously to act on the cerebral cortex, quickly causing loss of consciousness followed by cessation of heartbeat and breathing—resulting in a peaceful death.
Another example is the world-famous actress Marilyn Monroe, who died from barbiturate poisoning.
Even in cases where barbiturates are not used excessively, this substance can cause poisoning when combined with alcohol; I detected an odor of alcohol on the corpse.
Therefore, if one takes barbiturate sleeping pills, absolutely do not drink alcohol!
However, what I learned shows that barbiturates were discovered and refined only in 1900. But this is the Tang Dynasty! This world is simply too insane; it defies common sense.
Perhaps there are many things in history that we do not know? If alchemists can create tofu, who’s to say they couldn’t produce barbiturates?
All these thoughts and reflections occurred amidst my cries. You might be astonished and wonder: what exactly is going on here?
I forgot to introduce myself. I started with a lot of preparations but overlooked this point. You must have missed what I said earlier.
"My name is Ye Zhenzhen, a junior female student."
Since I'm a junior, I must have a major, right?
Yes, that is my major. Initially, I wanted to apply for the Performing Arts department because I thought acting was a very practical skill. However, I later realized that my acting ability in real life was also quite good, so I chose another practical major.
According to the records, my idol rose through the ranks in the court primarily due to his outstanding talent in Detective Work, undoubtedly a true Detective of that time.
I can't even count how many Golden Fingers I've planned for myself; let's just call this the eighteenth one.
In short, in order to fight alongside Nie Qiuyuan, I chose a complex and interesting major—Criminal Investigation Studies.
A new week has begun, and when I logged in today, I was shocked. I received so many recommendations, PKs, and blessings. How could this be? Ah, I'm so touched! On Monday morning, my book made its debut on the homepage's new book list and PK list. Oh my Heart! Thank you all!
I also want to thank the four long reviews on Hello Kitty's Night Delivery that praised me to the skies... so embarrassing! But since Meow-kun holds such high standards, I consider this an utmost honor. Thank you; I will continue to keep up the act! Sending three thousand kisses!
From now on, Ye Zhenzhen's journey in the Tang Dynasty is officially starting. Zhenzhen, let's go! You must catch up with your idol!
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