The Autopsy Testifies: a Low-Class Coward Overthrew Daning

"An autopsy proves the truth: a low-class gangster overthrew Daning" Yu Wei's smile was still embedded in the pocket watch on her chest. Ling Chen opened his eyes and was already lying next to the pile of corpses in Yizhuang. The smell of rancid cakes mixed with rancid odor entered his nose, and the rough blue cloth clothes made his skin hurt - he became the most despicable slave in the Ning Dynasty, Ah Jian, a poor guy who was fighting for food with wild dogs just yesterday. "The Li family has been wiped out and evil spirits are at work!" Magistrate Zhao's roar made his eardrums hurt, and his fat fingers almost poked his face. Seventeen corpses were bleeding in the courtyard. The official only believed in Taoist priests drawing talismans, but he didn't like this "filthy thing" coming close to the corpses. But the dead don't lie. The middle-aged woman was stabbed with a kitchen knife, and the almond tofu residue between her teeth was shiny; the flesh between the child's fingernails did not belong to her family; the angle of the man's wound showed that the murderer was left-handed... When he picked up the ancestral boning knife and cut open the woman's abdominal cavity in full view of the public, Magistrate Zhao's angry curses, the Yamen servant's water and fire sticks, and the exclamations of the onlookers all became the background sounds. "The stomach contents of the deceased showed that he ate Wangji's almond tofu at three o'clock in the morning. It rained heavily last night, and only Wangji's business in the city was open until Yinshi." The turbid liquid dripping from the blade hit the bluestone. He raised his eyes and looked at the shivering cook, his voice colder than the corpse: "Tell me, who asked you to deliver the midnight snack?" From modern forensic doctors to ancient humble books, what he holds is never a boning knife, but a thunder that splits decay. In this Daning world, it's time to change the way we live.