Medical law

  This coroner looks like he has a lot of experience. Will he be as fierce as Song Ci?

  It turns out that Jinzi was interested in forensic medicine because he read the "Washing the Unjust" written by Song Ci when he was a child.

  However, Jinzi's expectations for the shoes were too high. Not every pair of shoes can be as powerful as Song Ci's. Otherwise, why would only Song Ci's name remain in history for thousands of years?

  The coroner, who was over fifty years old, simply took a look at the surface of the corpse and didn't even bother to remove the wet clothes for a closer examination. He stood up and said to the nearby catcher: "The cause of death is drowning!"

  Kanako rolled her eyes after listening.

  Uncle, is this what you call an autopsy?

  It can't be that simple, right?

  In Jinzi's hands, there has never been a wrongful case. She has always adhered to the concept of pleading for the people and redeeming the dead as she walks on the path of criminal justice. Just now, she had just examined the body, and the cause of death was not drowning at all.

  "Can the time of death be determined?" a catcher asked.

  "It's possible. Judging from the body temperature, the estimated time of death should be around midnight last night!" The coroner nodded in response.

  The sharp eyes quickly swept over the deceased, and from his clothes, it can be seen that he should come from a wealthy family.

  "Could it be that he was sailing on the lake at midnight, fell into the water and drowned? Alas, what a tragic way to die!" The constable speculated, his face filled with regret.

  The man in black robes looked on with a cold and indifferent expression from start to finish, without saying a word.

  Another catcher also finished recording the confession and walked over to greet: "The cause of death has been determined, right? Let's carry the body back to the government office, and the master will handle the conclusion of the case."

  After finishing, the group was about to leave, and Jinzi made a fierce ideological struggle in her heart and decided to stand up. She still couldn't ignore any miscarriage of justice. Whether there is injustice in this case or not, the male deceased was not drowned at all, but was thrown into the lake after death.

  "Wait..." Kinnosuke called out.

  Everyone stopped in their tracks and turned around to look at Jinzi, who had a serious expression on his face. His eyes seemed to be saying: "What's going on? The old men are in a hurry to return to the yamen to report."

  "Take a step forward," said Jinzi, his eyes calm and composed, pointing to the corpse covered with white cloth on the stretcher. "The deceased did not die from drowning!"

  The words had barely fallen when, like a clap of thunder on a clear day.

  Everyone's eyes in the room were cast on Jinzi with suspicion or curiosity.

  There is only one gaze, cold and frosty, with a hint of subtle interest.

  "What evidence does this young man have to prove it? Didn't you hear the autopsy results just now? Or do you have any objections to the autopsy results?" The catcher was clearly somewhat disdainful of this young man who was hindering his work, and his tone was slightly arrogant.

  "Jinzi raised his head and met his gaze calmly, saying: 'That's right, I do have some doubts about the autopsy results of this coroner!'"

  The coroner, who had been in the business for twenty or thirty years, was suddenly questioned by a young whippersnapper. His old face turned bright red with anger as he glared and shouted: "What objections do you have? Do you know anything about autopsy?"

  Having a loud voice doesn't mean you're right, mister!

  Jinzi smiled and ignored the coroner, only to clench his fist at the catcher and say: "This officer, can you let me take another look at the body? I'll give everyone a reasonable explanation!"

  A hint of approval flashed in the eyes of the catcher, perhaps because of the young man's boldness, or perhaps because of his determination. It is worth noting that when encountering a case of murder, ordinary people would not dare to get involved, fearing that they would be tainted by the bad luck of death. The young man in front of him was calm and composed, especially his fearlessness, which made him look at him with different eyes.

  He paused for a moment and then said to another catcher: "Let's see how this gentleman will enlighten us?!"

  Another catcher who was walking in front of him flashed a bright and shallow smile, and replied: "Alright, human life is more important than anything else, since this gentleman has raised the question, let's listen to it!"

  He couldn't help but feel ashamed and humiliated, letting out a cold snort as he gritted his teeth to hold back his anger. It's a well-known fact that in any dynasty, being an undertaker is not a respectable profession, with low social status due to the nature of the work, which involves constant contact with rotting, icy corpses. Most people would rather be farmers or merchants than get involved in this line of work.

  "Thanks, Big Brother Cha!" Jinzi gave a courtesy and walked past without comforting the astonished Xiao Xiao.

  Kaneko lifted up the white cloth and quickly stripped the deceased of their clothes until they were completely naked, starting the examination again.

  Xiao Xiao, who was standing beside her, let out a startled cry and ran several meters away.

  Kinuko was completely unaware and continued her work with a calm expression.

  A series of professional terms flashed through her mind, Jinzi's expression was solemn, it was a professional state she presented after devoting herself to work, and also a kind of respect for the deceased.

  "The deceased is a male, approximately 18 or 19 years old, and about 7 feet 3 inches tall. Generally, when someone drowns naturally, they struggle to survive in the water, so during the process of floating and sinking, they will be extremely panicked, waving their hands and feet, trying to grab onto something. This action usually continues until they exhaust themselves to death. Therefore, normally drowned corpses have clenched fists, closed mouths, and eyes that are open or shut at random. Their hands and feet will also have mud and sand on them, and their abdomen will be bloated. If you press down hard, a large amount of water will flow out from their mouth!" Jinzi finished speaking, pressed the deceased's abdomen with force, but indeed did not see any accumulated water overflowing from his mouth.

  The people present couldn't help but listen intently, and some even criticized the previous cover-up after hearing Jinzi's analysis.

  The old servant hung his head and cowered in a corner, not even daring to breathe loudly.

  "Kaneko continued to observe, then said: 'There are bruises on the abdomen of the corpse that resemble a fist punch, and there are scratch-like bloodstains on the right arm, which should be scratched by sharp fingernails. Apart from this, there are no other injuries on the surface of the body.'"

  After finishing speaking, Jinzi also stopped and looked at the surface wounds on the corpse. Just by looking at the surface wounds on the corpse, it can't be concluded that the deceased was beaten to death. At least, this bruise on the abdomen couldn't have been fatal. So what was the cause of his death?

  "Are you saying he was beaten to death?" asked a constable who had come to verify the body.

  Jinzi raised her eyes and looked at him, she didn't like that kind of gaze, questioning, ridiculing.

  Kaneko didn't respond, and after filtering through the autopsy steps in his mind, he decided to start re-examining from the beginning.

  Right, wasn't there no inspection of the head just now?

  Kanako focused her attention on the deceased's head, reaching out to undo the black mourning hood he wore. A head of jet-black hair was tied up in a knot, secured with a deep blue ribbon. The hair was extremely thick, and Kanako carefully undid the ribbon, patiently teasing apart the long strands one by one as she made a meticulous examination.

  A red blood spot appeared at the position of Baihui acupoint, and Jinzi's eyes flashed with a hint of joy. He carefully parted his hair to both sides, and used his hand to measure the bulging hematoma, which was about the size of a copper coin. This location and the force that caused the wound could indeed be fatal.

  She turned back to the catcher and said: "Found it! What Big Brother said was right, he was indeed beaten to death!"

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