Miss Truth
Chapter 136 - 86 Set on Winning_2

Chapter 136: Chapter 86 Set on Winning_2

Afterward, she used the same method to examine the hair.

Most people believe that if someone dies from arsenic poisoning, most of the toxin remains in the body, but this is not the case. After death from arsenic poisoning, the part of the body with an extremely high concentration of toxins is the hair.

Having preserved many arsenic compounds, Ran Yan continued to study the crack on the spine, which was near the second and third thoracic vertebrae, close to the heart and lungs. The fracture was on the right side, quite neat, and showed no signs of healing, suggesting it was most likely inflicted post-mortem.

Ran Yan suspected that after poisoning the victim, the murderer had stabbed through their heart and lungs with a sword or knife to confuse the forensic doctor’s judgment of the cause of death. Therefore, she meticulously examined the ribs corresponding to these vertebrae, turning them over again and again until she finally discovered a tiny scratch on the upper side of the fourth rib on the left. Such a scratch might be obvious on fresher bones, but these bones had been slightly weathered and the tiny scratch would not have been noticed without speculation.

This discovery confirmed Ran Yan’s theory that the victim had been stabbed after death. The reasons could be many: perhaps it was out of spite; or the killer was not satisfied and decided to make sure the victim was undoubtedly dead; perhaps to confuse the forensic doctor’s judgment; or maybe the weapon inserted into the heart was coated with a large amount of arsenic...

Ran Yan was more inclined to the last two possibilities. If it was out of spite, how could the killer only stab once? At least two or three strikes would be needed to fulfill such a purpose, wouldn’t they? She had carefully examined the skeleton earlier and found no other injuries.

Ran Yan splashed strong vinegar on the atractylodes and soapnut burning before the coffin, causing a whiff of light smoke. She pulled Su Fu over it and gestured for the others to step over as well.

Only then did Ran Yan kneel in front of the table and begin to write down the results of her autopsy in detail on paper, not forgetting to change her writing style as Su Fu had instructed, so she intentionally used her left hand. Ran Yan had specifically practiced writing with her left hand before; the handwriting was quite ugly, but not slow.

After writing five pages, Ran Yan paused and then wrote another note to Su Fu.

Su Fu glanced at it, still crumpling the paper as he said, "The forensic doctor has found residues of arsenic poisoning on the hair and ribs of the skeleton, and preserved two samples. If there’s any doubt, they can be tested."

Su Fu handed over two paper-wrapped items to the leading man in black, then passed along the autopsy results as well.

That man skimmed through the report by the light of a torch, his surprise growing with each detail. Never had he seen an autopsy report so detailed, with every presumption clearly stated. He was even more astonished that she had drawn the angle and position of the knife’s entry into the body and deduced the body position that could have caused such a stab.

This level of detail was entirely due to Ran Yan’s professional compulsion. Once she had done an autopsy report, she would make it exhaustive, leaving no chance for anyone to question her work.

"Ziqi, where did you find this forensic doctor?" the leading man in black suddenly voiced, with a clear and slightly magnetic voice that belonged to a young man.

The young man was addressing Su Fu.

Ran Yan surmised that "Ziqi" might be Su Fu’s style name, Su Fu, Su Ziqi.

"Not one of our kind. Now that the matter is settled, I ask to take my leave," Su Fu responded coolly, his voice echoing in the wilderness and sending chills down the spine.

The man did not seem to care, and just laughed lightly, saying, "We shall meet again."

"Don’t forget your promise!" Su Fu did not wish to exchange pleasantries and coldly reminded him.

Seeing him turn to leave, Ran Yan quickly picked up her toolkit and followed.

The wilderness was serene, with only the crackling sounds of the fire burning and the air infused with a sour scent of atractylodes, soapnut, and strong vinegar.

The man with a rough voice looked as Su Fu walked away, then in a hushed voice said, "My lord, should we follow him?"

"Follow?" The young man scoffed, seemingly reminded of something unpleasant, he said with displeasure, "Are you confident you won’t be discovered by him? Have you ever seen him show mercy?"

The man fell silent. In the past, the lord had sent people to follow Su Fu, but not only did they fail to discover any secrets, they were all cleanly killed, and even the lord received a warning. Because of that, the lord was quite angered.

A cold glint flashed in the only visible eye of the young man as he muttered to himself, "Ziqi, if you cannot serve my purposes, I will take your head even if it costs me everything."

His words carried an unmistakable warning, silencing everyone around him.

About two hundred paces later, after circling a mound, Su Fu lifted Ran Yan and sped away.

He did not take Ran Yan to Yingmei Temple but instead brought her directly to the secluded Bamboo Courtyard where he lived.

Under the moonlight, the cockscomb flowers in the Bamboo Courtyard were in full bloom, swaying gently in the mountain breeze. Su Fu tore off his mask, walking towards the house with nonchalance, undressing his black outer garment in a fluid, elegant gesture. His every movement was graceful and dashing.

Ran Yan paused, thinking, This could be the fulfillment of his promise, right? With that thought, she hastily set aside her cumbersome toolbox and followed him.

Su Fu, having only taken off his outer garment down to his middle garment and let down his hair, washed his hands and draped on a robe before carrying out two cups of tea. He handed one to Ran Yan, who was blocking his way, and said impassively, "Move aside."

Ran Yan sipped her water, surprised to find it still hot, but she set aside her shock to move aside, quickly adding, "I won’t settle for a casual look. I mean, a close look with adequate lighting and no obstructions."

Su Fu stood on the porch drinking tea, his broad shoulders draped with the robe hanging behind him. His loose dark hair cascaded down to his back, as solid and imposing as a mountain. The moonlight shone on his chiselled profile, which contrasted strikingly against the bright cockscomb flowers, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Ran Yan stared at the stunning view, her breath unwittingly held. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian to vote for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket. Your support is my greatest