After rejecting the marriage, the head of the Qin family was crushed by me.

Chapter 125 The Holy Emperor was assassinated?

Qin Yelan hesitated to speak: "He is the kind of person who doesn't care about his life when playing racing. He sacrifices everything just to achieve the ultimate speed... His skills are too unfriendly to girls..."

"But I think she might be a woman." Qianzhe Mian said in a daze, "I just made a wild guess, it has no reference value."

"If this were a girl...hiss..." Qin Yelan rubbed his arms, "That would be too scary."

Qianzhe Mian paused when he heard this, looked at him very strangely, and said expressionlessly: "It's okay, she has retired. If you can't see her, it won't be scary."

"I...that's not what I meant..." Qin Yelan touched his head, "Forget it, it's nothing. Let's go in quickly and don't keep Uncle An waiting."

Qianzhe Mian nodded.

Of course she knew Qin Yelan didn't mean that, but judging from his posture, she was afraid that he would have to talk for a long time, so it would be better to express an "I don't understand" tone to make him lose interest in talking anymore.

Facts have proved that this trick is very effective. After stopping talking, Qin Yelan also realized the urgency of time and took Qianzhe Mian to the Holy Emperor's palace.

Passing through the main hall and corridors, there were crowds of people, but since they were the only two people who could eat at the same table with the Holy Emperor, when everyone saw them, they all made way for each other. After a while, the two of them walked to the door of the palace. forward.

The maid in front of the door yawned, waiting for their arrival. When she saw the two of them coming together, she immediately smiled and seemed to be relieved: "Master Qin, Miss Qian, you two are here! The Holy One is sitting inside. It's been half an hour. Come to think of it, Your Majesty only asked for a pot of soup before going in and sitting down. He said he would drink it while waiting for you. There has been no movement for so long. You two should go in quickly. I'm afraid Your Majesty will have to wait. It’s getting boring.”

Qian Zhemian nodded and was about to push the door open, but stopped and looked at the maid guarding the door: "You go down first, we don't need anyone to serve us here."

The palace maid seemed reluctant, but she had no choice but to pretend to be grateful: "Thank you, Miss Qian. I will go and rest first."

It wasn't until the palace maid walked away and her back disappeared from their sight that Qian Zhemian looked at Qin Yelan and whispered: "I smell the smell of vomit and excrement. These two smells appear at the same time. I'm afraid... …”

She hesitated to speak, but Qin Yelan already knew it: "Let's go in and take a look."

With that said, he reached out to push the door open.

"Don't worry." Qian Zhemian stopped him and took out four pairs of gloves, two pairs of shoe covers, and four masks from his pocket. "Wear two layers of masks and gloves, put on the shoe covers, and then go in."

The two of them were relatively silent, silently taking protective measures, then opened the door and walked in.

When he opened the door, as Chizhe Mian said, there was a pool of vomit and excrement on the ground. The smell of the two was mixed together. Even with two layers of masks, it was still irritating.

Qin Yelan was choked by the smell and frowned. Qianzhe Mian, on the other hand, had already entered working mode and skillfully began to observe the Holy Lord lying on the chair.

Qin Yelan looked at her, walked silently to a corner, took off the gloves on his right hand, took out his mobile phone, and called Director Qin.

The call was quickly connected, and Director Qin's hearty voice came out: "Lan'er, what's wrong? I'm at the old house, and I'll take your sixth aunt to meet the old man."

"Send two people to His Majesty's palace. Something happened to His Majesty." Qin Yelan's voice was cold. "Mo Mo and I are observing the scene. If you are not free, don't come."

"Ah? What did you say? Something happened to the Holy Emperor? In his own palace? What's going on?" Director Qin's tone suddenly became anxious, "I couldn't explain it clearly on the phone. Just wait, Uncle Six will be there right now." His breathing is gone." Qian Zhemian took off one of his gloves and took his mobile phone, "Bureau Qin, bring an evidence bag and hurry up. Oh, by the way, get a body bag too. There is a high probability that you won't be able to save him. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll bring someone here right now. Wait for me for 10 minutes, no, 15 minutes, I'll be there in 15 minutes!" Director Qin said and hung up the phone.

"Qin Yelan, go and close the door. Before the Qin Bureau gets here, no unrelated people can be allowed in. There was something wrong with the look in the palace maid's eyes just now. I'm afraid she and some other palace people are the murderers." Qianzhe Mian took it off and was taken off by himself. The thin line tied to the finger of the Holy Master observed, "There is no change, it is not a suspended animation."

"There is a high probability that he is dead." Qin Yelan endured the discomfort, "I will have Uncle Six take him back to the bureau for a cerebral angiography and radionuclide examination later."

"Just wait here while I bring in the toolbox." Qian Zhemian shook his head, "When I bring it back to the bureau, it's hard not to think about it."

"Ah? But it takes 10 minutes to walk from here to where we park..." Qin Yelan wanted to stop her.

"No." Qian Zhemian shook his head, "Just climb over the wall. Wait for me."

With that, she disappeared like oil on the soles of her feet.

Five minutes later, she came back, stood at the door and changed into new shoe covers and gloves, then strode towards the Holy Father.

She took out her stethoscope, listened carefully, and examined it for a while.

There are no traces of life at all...

Qin Yelan stood at the door with sad eyes.

He has dissected countless corpses, both human and animal, but he has never seen such a scene - the living person who was joking to him more than an hour ago died like this in front of him.

Qin Yelan looked at the sky, holding back tears, and turned around to see Qian Zhemian's calm and calm back.

She seems... accustomed to this?What has she experienced to be so calm?
Qianzhe Mian is actually not calm, but because of her current status as a forensic doctor of the Criminal Bureau, she must be responsible for her work.

She held a flashlight in her left hand and a magnifying glass in her right hand to observe the pupil: "The cornea is clear, but the pupil is dilated and fixed, the reflection of light disappears, there is no eye movement, no blinking movement...it is judged that this person is dead."

Qian Zhemian stood up and took back his tools: "The corpse showed signs of suffocation, with cyanosis on the lips, nails, and signs of salivation at the corners of the mouth."

She glanced at the soup pot on the table: "There is nothing, but there is a pot of soup? You didn't eat much of the soup, but you drank a lot of the soup?"

Hearing this, Qin Yelan came over and took a look: "Judging from the traces...Uncle An drank ten bowls if not eight bowls, right? But...he rarely drinks soup...Momo, Uncle An doesn't like to drink it." Soup people…”

"Calm down." Qianzhe Mian was keenly aware of the emotional fluctuations in his tone, "There seems to be roots of Aconitum in the soup..."

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