I transmigrated into the body of a yamen runner in Chang'an County in the sixth year of the Zhenguan era, and bound myself to the Forensic System.
On my first day at work, I ran into a case involving a skeleton. In front of everyone, I identified the culprit as a former subordinate of the Prince of Qin, leaving the entire court in an uproar.
Li Shimin summoned me to the palace. Holding a human skeleton model, I spoke with confidence: “Your Majesty, someone slipped through the cracks at Xuanwu Gate.”
The next day, a Turkic prince died mysteriously at the Court of State Ceremonial. I demanded that his body be autopsied right there in the hall.
The Turkic envoy roared, “Barbarian!” I pulled out a homemade microscope. “Come on, take a look at the maggots in your pores.”
A month later, Li Shimin cornered me in the morgue. “My dear subject, that old headache of mine...”
I took off my gloves. “Shall I open your skull? I have plenty of anesthetic.”
