19 Who Are You?

The tone of non-rejection was slightly tough, but Lu Ziqing didn't care about it. He walked up to her, and Yang Yiting said, "Look at his right palm."

Lu Ziqing was also an exquisite and thorough person. After Yang Yiting reminded him, he immediately saw the discrepancy. "He was not a scholar!"

"He wasn't." Yang Yiting nodded and said. "From the distribution of calluses on his palm, it looks like he had held swords for many years."

Lu Ziqing glared at Qin Nian with a dark face, and said coldly. "You couldn't even detect such a minor thing, and you call yourself a morgue assistant?"

Qin Nian gave him an innocent look, lowered his head, and replied. "I never said that I was an expert. I've been emphasizing that I'm just an inexperienced assistant!"

The surface of the body was normal, and indeed the cause of death could not be detected. Yang Yiting asked Qin Nian. "Do you have a scalpel?"

Qin Nian replied in a whisper. "There are yes, but...it seems to be rusty..."

Speaking of latter, his voice was low, showing a little lack of confidence. It was a bit embarrassing, but could this be blamed on him? The scalpel was rarely used even when the master was here.

Hearing that, Lu Ziqing's face turned darker. Yang Yiting said helplessly to Lu Zhu. "Azhu, give me the blade in the bag."

Lu Zhu said bitterly. "Little...Young master, you don't really want to do an autopsy, do you?"

Lu Ziqing's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the master and servant a few times, thoughtfully.

Yang Yiting nodded to Lu Zhu, motioning her to take it out quickly. Lu Zhu reluctantly handed her a thin but sharp blade. This was the first scalpel that Yang Yiting drew by herself and had it made here. It just happened to be handy for use now.

She pressed her left hand on the chest of the deceased, and lowered the knife with her right hand. The blade ran a straight line in the middle of the chest. A little black blood leaked from the knife edge, and then a bloody air spread across the room.

When Yang Yiting opened the corpse's chest, Lu Zhu's face was already white. Now that she smelled the smell of blood, she turned her head, leaned down, and retched. Even the tough-looking people appeared to be in discomfort, and turned their faces one after another.

"If you can't stand it, go outside." Yang Yiting said faintly, but her hand movements didn't stop.

"Little...Young master, I..." Lu Zhu couldn't stand it anymore, and she rushed to the outside before vomiting. 

After a while, the two government officials also ran outside.

In the morgue, apart from Yang Yiting, who focused on the post-mortem examination, there were only Lu Ziqing who watched Yang Yiting looking through the internal organs of the deceased intently, and Qin Nian, who had a pale face, struggling to write.

After a whole hour of inspection, and by examining all the organs of the deceased's brain, heart, stomach, lungs, kidneys, and intestines one by one, Yang Yiting finally came to the conclusion that the deceased died of acute pulmonary embolism. 

Respiratory failure, the cause of acute pulmonary embolism should be some external cause, because the deceased was healthy and free from disease. So were these black substances in the teeth gaps?

Yang Yiting looked at the few black particles wrapped in the white handkerchief and thought, "This should be some kind of medicine, but what exactly is the composition of the medicine?"

She needed to conduct further tests, but she was not sure whether the substance could be verified. It was because the conditions here were a bit outdated and lacked modern equipments. Nonetheless, she knew that the deceased had died of poisoning. 

But who was he? Why did this person faked Du Yu's identity? Where was the real Du Yu? This matter seemed to be getting more and more complicated, and Lu Ziqing fell into contemplation.

But today was finally a great day. Not only did he find out the real cause of death, but more importantly, he eliminated Feng Ze as a suspect. This was the most important thing. In the past few days, under a great pressure from the Feng family, Lu Ziqing had been working tirelessly. Next thing he had to do was to check Du Yu's whereabouts and the real identity of the deceased.

After two days in prison in the Justice Department, Feng Ze was acquitted. He heard that it was Qin Nian's senior brother Mo Xin who helped him remove the suspicion on him. He insisted on seeing him, determined to thank him face to face. So he went with Qin Nian to look for Mo Xin at the Justice Ministry.

At this time, Yang Yiting was being aggressively questioned by Lu Ziqing in the side hall of the department.

Lu Ziqing was such a shrewd person. Since he discovered the clues in the morgue, he had seen through the fact that both Mo Xin, and his servant Azhu, were both female companions in men's clothing.

At this moment, he stared at Yang Yiting with scorching eyes, and asked, "Who are you? Why do you pretend to be Qin Nian's senior brother? I can't seem to believe my eyes. Why did you. a woman, pretended to be a man just to come here to perform an autopsy?" He had sent people to investigate the family and working background of Qin Lin. Except for Qin Nian, he basically had no second apprentice.

Yang Yiting sighed secretly. This Lu Ziqing was really not easy to fool. He had seen through it so quickly. She thought the reason was obvious, but she knew she couldn't tell him her true identity anyway. This was not only related to the Yang family, but also concerned the Meng family. So, she couldn't afford the consequences at this time.

So she smile apologetically, and said to Lu Ziqing. "Master Lu, please forgive me. But I really can't tell you about my identity for the time being, however, you can be rest assured that there is no bad intentions in me coming here. I just intervened in this matter to help a deceased person."

"You can't tell me who you are?" Lu Ziqing asked with a frown.

Yang Yiting still shook her head, "I can't reveal too much about myself, please forgive me, Master Lu."

"Do you think I can't find out, even if you don't say it?" Lu Ziqing said coldly. "Impersonation is a great crime under the Dasheng laws. Although I can't force you, but I can make the council reveal your identity at this moment."

Yang Yiting smiled and said, "Yes, you can, master Lu. But isn't the identity of the deceased more important than my own?"

Lu Ziqing snorted coldly. When he saw there was nothing more to ask at the moment, he walked away, thinking about going to Qin Nian to find out about the situation with the deceased. Still, he didn't believe that he could not find out the true identity of Mo Xin.