The dissecting light above his head made people dizzy. Lin Changan took the tweezers and poked the blackened fingernails of the corpse, and started to talk again: "Uncle, I'm afraid the mud between your fingernails is not from Qin Shihuang's mausoleum? Could it be that he was a local scholar and died in the tomb?" Before he finished speaking, a rag around the corpse's waist suddenly glowed with a bronze shimmer - it turned out to be half a moldy "Golden Notes"!
"Ding - historical luck is triggered!"
The next second, the world was spinning, and Lin Changan opened his eyes again. He was squatting at the bottom of the dark Qin Terracotta Warriors pit, surrounded by pottery warriors standing with swords!
The general figurine in the front row turned his head with a click, his eyes filled with green will-o'-the-wisps: "Those who trespass on the military formation will die!"
The trainee forensic doctor swallowed and suddenly grinned happily: "General, I'm here to do an autopsy for you! You see there are cracks in the arms of this pottery figurine. Maybe it was dropped during the burial?"
Outside the pit, colleagues from the city bureau were still knocking on the door of the morgue: "Xiao Lin? The nail paste test report of the unknown corpse - eh? Where is the person?"
