I traveled through time and became a hereditary royal guard. On my first day at work, I encountered the case of a headless corpse on a rainy night.
>When the old man performed the autopsy, he exclaimed: "This wound... Is the 'ghost case' technique of the Hongwu period!"
>I silently took out my homemade simple microscope: "Old man, this is a spiral wound, and the murder weapon is a special three-edged thorn."
>That night, a shrill howl came from the deepest secret room of the prison, and blood words appeared on the wall: "He is back..."
>The next day, the top student of the Imperial College hanged himself in the library, with a strange white lantern burning beside him.
>I twisted the oil stains on the bamboo bones of the lantern: "The murderer is five feet three, left-handed, and ate salted apricots from Lao Zhang's house in the south of the city last night."
>Zong Qi's eyes widened: "Chen Xiaoqi, could you be a psychic?"
>I looked at the thin figure floating in the distance - that was Liu Qiniang, the only female widower who believed in my reasoning.
>She handed over a blood-stained jade ring: "Chen Mo, the third deceased has appeared... On the dragon bed."
