"On the day when the wanted posters with the words 'Poison to kill the prince' were plastered all over the city gate, the last thing Su Tang saw before falling off the cliff was the red clothes floating in the rain. When he opened his eyes again, the memory of the modern forensic doctor from the previous life was cut into his mind like a knife - the shape of the spots on the corpse could speak, and the inside of his stomach Half a grain of rice can lock the murderer, and even the rust in the bones screams of injustice! She was wrapped in blood and squatted next to the latest female corpse in red, and her fingertips touched the needle holes on the back of the deceased's neck: "This is not a ghost seeking life, but someone used the same tactics from twenty years ago to set up a trap for me."
Pei Yan, the new minister of Dali Temple, came with a lantern, his snow-colored official robe stained with night dew: "Isn't it true that a man with low status deserves to investigate the case?"
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Su Tang patted the autopsy sheet in front of his boots, and the blood stains blurred out the word "Bureau": "Master Pei, you might as well take a look. Does the gold foil in the nails of this corpse look very much like the secret message you are looking for?"
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When a modern criminal investigation collides with an ancient mystery, the female widow who was trampled into the mud wants to use this corpse to redress the injustice that has occurred for twenty years - including herself, who is the blood of the late emperor who has been living among the people. "
