Written by a Reborn Female Widow: the Rich and Powerful Begged Me to Perform an Autopsy

In my previous life, the real murderer was found out and silenced. In this life, I deliberately made a mistake in the test and let the murderer fall into a trap. He built a female widow army, interrogated corpses to solve crimes, tortured and slapped the scum, and finally sent the minister and his family to prison - he knelt down and begged for mercy, and I said coldly: "Sir, your blood is not as good as the corpse smell I have tested."