Lord Jiang took a deep breath, a smile on his face. “Alright, we’ve talked enough. You may leave for now. I’ll call for you if needed.”

The coroner and constables from Zhaoh Eng City quickly agreed. Regardless of Lord Jiang’s mood, who had come from Linzi, they wasted no time and hurried away.

The scene in the morgue was simply too much to bear. Even nightmares weren’t bad enough!

Lord Jiang composed himself, then turned calmly and walked towards the dissection table.

“What can I help you with?” he asked with a smile.

“Hold this section of the large intestine,” Lin Youxie said, still engrossed in her work.

Lord Jiang was, of course, fearless.

Along his journey, he had been decisive in battle, with countless souls lost at his hands. Not to mention the fierce beasts and sea creatures he had slain.

He had seen plenty of severed limbs and mangled remains.

Just a corpse, just a section of…

He looked calmly.

“Uh, that.”

Lord Jiang finally asked, “Are there any gloves?”

He could wrap his hands with Dao Yuan, but it felt strange. After all, this Dao Yuan usually resided in the Tongtian Palace…

“Oh, yes.” Lin Youxie casually took out a pair of gloves and handed them over. Her other hand was still inside Huang Yixing’s abdominal cavity, her head tilted to the side, examining the inside with a frown…

Jiang Wang took the translucent gloves and quickly put them on.

The touch was slightly cool, a bit stuffy, but very thin, not affecting the movement of his fingers at all.

He reached out…

And held the section of large intestine. His movements were as gentle as if he were holding a priceless treasure.

“Lift it up a little,” Lin Youxie instructed.

Jiang Wang silently lifted it.

“Look at this lung,” Lin Youxie said, holding something and presenting it to Jiang Wang.

Senior Qingpai Lord Jiang remained expressionless. “What’s wrong with this lung?”

“Look at the bright spots on the edges of the lung hilum.”

Jiang Wang finally focused and looked closely. “Golden Origin?”

Lin Youxie said, “The lungs belong to metal. The residual Golden Origin energy in Huang Yixing’s lungs is so sharp and fierce. He is definitely not the cowardly person who was rumored to be afraid of death.”

“Of course he’s not cowardly. How could he be, daring to take the risk in front of the Butcher to earn the position of Town Guard?” Jiang Wang had some vague ideas but couldn’t immediately grasp them. He only commented on Huang Yixing, “It’s just that for him, bowing down to power is the natural course of action, not something to be ashamed of.”

Lin Youxie glanced at him with some surprise, seemingly not expecting him to know so much about Huang Yixing.

Jiang Wang said frankly, “After the Battle of Qiyang, I was interested in competing for the position of Town Guard, so I studied them all.”

Lin Youxie nodded indifferently, put the lung back in its original position, and continued to prod around for a while.

“Hold open the chest cavity.”

Lord Jiang was expressionless and did as he was told.

A thin, bright light shone from Lin Youxie’s fingertip. She quickly traced lines on Huang Yixing’s left forearm and right thigh with her finger, then inserted her finger into the wound, seemingly sensing something within the muscle fibers.

After a moment, she withdrew her finger.

“Help me organize this,” she said.

Jiang Wang looked at the mess of organs and couldn’t help but ask, “How do I organize it?”

“Put them back in their correct positions.”

Lin Youxie said casually, then took out a small wooden box and placed it next to Huang Yixing’s body, opening it. Inside were various small tools, knives, awls, scissors, hooks… everything imaginable.

He didn’t know what they were all for.

And he didn’t really want to know.

Wearing the translucent gloves, he expressionlessly put the organs in front of him back in place: heart, liver, spleen, lungs, stomach…

His eye twitched involuntarily.

Although he never showed mercy to his enemies, he absolutely had no interest in studying other people’s corpses. This was truly the first time.

But a dignified fourth-rank Qingpai must not show weakness at this moment.

Especially not in front of this woman, Lin Youxie.

Therefore, he completed the task very well.

Lin Youxie methodically went about her work, her expression calm, her eyes indifferent. She looked like a cook preparing a meal, something she did every day, something ordinary.

Jiang Wang watched her use each small tool, meticulously studying Huang Yixing’s corpse…

He couldn’t help but break the silence and ask, “These gloves are quite good. Can you get them at the Patrol Office?”

“Oh, the gloves. I made them myself,” Lin Youxie said casually. “These are corpse membrane gloves.”

Jiang Wang immediately had a bad feeling.

Lin Youxie continued, “A corpse is composed of countless clues, and there’s a wonderful synergy between them, often pointing to the answer. But any external object can influence this synergy, or even break it. Corpse membrane gloves can isolate this influence.”

She paused and said, “These gloves are made with rotting flesh as the root, death energy as the branches, refined with corpse oil, and consecrated with secret techniques. They are naturally compatible with dead bodies and can blend in without affecting the body itself.”

Jiang Wang completely lost the desire to speak.

He could only feel the touch on his fingers, so slick and disgusting.

But he couldn’t take off the gloves immediately, otherwise, how could he, Jiang, hold his head high in front of someone named Lin?

One word: “Endure”!

He began to recite the Flame Blossom Burning City True Scripture in his mind.

Time felt so long!

After another half an hour, Lin Youxie finally began to put away her tools.

“Next, we’ll go to where he fell,” she said casually.

“Alright,” Jiang Wang’s voice was calm. He slowly took off the gloves and placed them on the table. “Here are your gloves back.”

“Thank you,” he said politely.

“You’re welcome.”

Lin Youxie put away the small wooden box and began to arrange Huang Yixing’s remains.

She also had a complete set of tools for arranging remains. It was a small cloth bag that unfolded to reveal a variety of tools: silver threads, fine brushes, ox-hair needles…

She arranged the remains very carefully, as if she were arranging her own face.

Sensing Jiang Wang’s confusion, she casually explained, “Since I disturbed the clues, I should restore them. That way, if I ultimately can’t find anything… perhaps due to limitations in my abilities, or if I suddenly die, the next constable who takes on this case can continue the investigation.”

She said this very calmly.

And very matter-of-factly.

As if she was born to investigate cases, and she herself was just one part of the case. Just like the tools she carried with her, each had a fixed purpose and could be replaced at any time.

“Do you need my help?” Jiang Wang asked conscientiously.

“No, this is delicate work,” Lin Youxie said.

He felt underestimated, but Jiang Wang wasn’t angry. Instead, he felt a sense of relief.

“Alright,” Jiang Wang said. “I’ll go look outside first.”

Lin Youxie didn’t look up. “Please do.”

Jiang Wang walked out of the morgue with a calm expression. Outside was the street, swallowed by the night.

Tonight, Zhaoh Eng City was silent.

Although Lord Jiang really wanted to shout a few times.

Water quickly flowed through his fingers, washing them thoroughly inside and out.

He dispersed the Dao Yuan condensed water far away and then drew in a few wisps of wind to blow his hands dry repeatedly. Only then did that discomfort finally disappear.

Among all the things Lin Youxie had said, the one that left the deepest impression on him was:

“A corpse is composed of clues.”

This was an unusually cold statement.

Jiang Wang couldn’t help but wonder, in this woman’s eyes, were there truly no flesh and blood organs?

What kind of person was the famous constable Lin Kuang, to make his daughter develop such a perception of the world?