ATPnovel Chapter 1654: 28: My Path
Chapter 1654: 28: My Path
Chapter 1654: Chapter 28: My PathFor a skilled coroner.
Performing an autopsy is a very simple matter.
There’s not much difference from cutting pork.
But if the corpse is of one’s closest kin…
It’s hard not to have trembling hands and a shaky knife.
Who can be truly emotionless?
Regarding Jiang Wang’s question.
Lin Youxie only remained silent for a moment, then closed the wooden box and put it back into the storage box.
“I forgot to take a sip,” she said calmly.
Zheng Shangming did not know that Lin Youxie had a phobia, so he could not grasp the emotion behind this dialogue.
He only asked, “Vice Inspector Lin, have you finished the examination?”
“Yes, it’s done,” Lin Youxie replied.
“Are there any clues?” Zheng Shangming asked.
“Do you really want to know?” Lin Youxie asked.
“Of course,” Zheng Shangming said, “Why, is it inconvenient to say?”
“The deceased had seven wounds on the body, but only one can be considered fatal: the piercing wound on the skull, likely caused with precision by the index finger.
The remaining six wounds are clearly post-mortem, irregular and probably caused by a scavenging fish called ‘Chongxi’ near Haimen Island.
I believe the true cause of death was the collapse of his spirit. After death, the golden frame and jade marrow deteriorated. The blow to the skull was added later to mislead others.
I have sufficient reason to suspect that the killer is not someone from overseas, and Haimen Island was not the original site of the murder…”
Lin Youxie finished speaking and looked at Zheng Shangming: “I’ve said so much, will Beiyaduwei investigate the Da Ze Tian Clan?”
Zheng Shangming was momentarily stunned and replied reluctantly, “This depends on the decisions from above.”
Lin Youxie said nothing more and turned to walk out.
Jiang Wang followed her in silence.
Neither spoke as they silently left Beiyaduwei.
The people who had gathered to see the coffin earlier had dispersed, as if the sorrow that enveloped all of Beiyaduwei only existed the moment they saw Wu Lie’s corpse.
“Why are you following me?” Lin Youxie suddenly asked.
“In moments of irrationality, people make foolish choices,” Jiang Wang said. “Having worked together, I don’t want you to die bearing the name of a fool.”
“It’s all over,” Lin Youxie said.
A famous constable like Wu Lie is dead, and the clues at Bajiao Island with Gu Xing will only be buried deeper.
Even if there were traces before, they must be erased by now.
In the absence of concrete evidence, no matter how one suspects or analyzes, no matter how reasonable the analysis seems… it’s all futile.
Nothing is more cruel than this.
The case of Concubine Lei’s assassination has stretched on for seventeen years.
Wu Lie and Lin Youxie pursued it for seventeen years. Throughout these years, they gained some traction, but could never reach the core truth.
They fought alone and made difficult progress.
Until Feng Gu suddenly died this time, leaving clues that pointed directly to the current Queen.
The long-sealed truth began to hint at itself beneath the waters.
Just one step away…
Though seemingly one step away from the truth, that step was impossible to take.
As Wu Lie’s body quietly drifted on the sea, what thoughts must have run through his mind?
He must have felt regret, too, I imagine?
But as Lin Youxie said, it’s all over.
Any rational person should understand that this farce has ended.
Feng Gu is dead.
Gongsun Yu is dead.
Wu Lie is dead.
If the pursuit continues, more will die.
And the truth will not be revealed.
More will simply die meaningless deaths.
Among them could be Yang Jing, Lin Youxie, and even Jiang Wang.
Lin Youxie is alive now only because of her official status.
As a vice inspector with a blue badge for many years, killing her would be to challenge the state’s authority.
But if it truly comes to a point where she must be killed, those behind the scenes will show no mercy.
After all, even Concubine Lei was killed. A mere vice inspector—what’s to stop them?
“Yes, it seems like it’s all over,” Jiang Wang said, “But you won’t give up.”
Lin Youxie continued walking forward, saying nothing.
Jiang Wang followed behind, continuing, “You said you have a heart as firm as mine. So I know you won’t give up.”
“And what if I don’t?” Lin Youxie asked.
Jiang Wang replied, “Life is long, and the future holds many possibilities…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything foolish.” Lin Youxie raised her hand to stop him, then waved him off.
“Please go back, Lord Jiang,” she said, “I need some time alone.”
Jiang Wang stopped and quietly watched her walk away.
Linzi is vast and crowded. Her somewhat frail figure disappeared quickly into the bustling street.
The more prosperous Linzi becomes, the more lonely those ignored by the city feel.
Look at this surging crowd; it’s so ordinary.
Yet each droplet in this sea of people is a long-travelled life. Everyone has their own story, their own choices, their own struggles.
Who is not suffering in this world?
Thus, the Buddhist family speaks of this world as the Sea of Bitterness.
Jiang Wang gathered his emotions, ready to return to the manor when suddenly a voice transmission softly exploded in his ear—
“Back then, Lin Kuang did indeed die by suicide. I can only say this much.”
The voice was obviously disguised, very neutral, difficult to discern as masculine or feminine, masking its true identity completely.
The Voice Broadcast Immortal Style activated instantly, and Jiang Wang almost immediately traced the source of the voice, turning to see only a silhouette disappearing at the street corner.
In front of the Patrol Inspection Bureau at the capital, a street ran crosswise, facing a high enclosing wall. Behind it lay a housing area built specifically for Blue-plate Catchers, many of whom lived there in quite good conditions.