County Government Official: What I Examined Was Not the Corpse but the Injustice.

A floating corpse washed up on the river beach, holding a private seal tightly in his stiff hand - there was only one magistrate in Qingping County who was qualified to use this seal. All the guards in the hall were silent. Only the young man who was sweeping the corpse room squatted down, brushed his fingertips over the strangulation marks on the deceased's neck, and whispered: This is not a fall into the water, but a homicide. Shen Yan has no backing, no fame, only a pair of autopsy hands and the skills passed down by his master. Lime can show the old marks that were smoothed out on a dead person, and maggots can calculate how many days he has been dead. The spots on the body cannot match the confession, and the marks of strangulation cannot match the "three days of illness" - the corpse never lies, the one who can lie is the living person. Every time he verified something, he got closer to the truth; every time he turned over a corpse, he brought out a layer buried deeper under the officialdom. It wasn't until someone from the prefecture's official ship, which had been parked outside the river bend and refused to dock, finally stepped into the corpse room, that the whole room was shocked to realize that the person in Qingping County who should not be underestimated was this small official who was only responsible for autopsy.