Luo Junzhu happened to be in the yamen. When he heard that she was going to see the body, he asked, "I heard that the deceased was a refugee?"

"Yes, his name is in the roster in the Chanyin Temple private camp." Hua Jingyao said.

Luo Junzhu thought to himself and didn't speak.

Hua Jingyao asked, "Has Luo Ruo found something new?"

"It's not a new discovery, it was discovered during the autopsy yesterday. This person... Miss Hua, come with me and I'll show you." Luo Junzhu said and entered the morgue. Hua Jingyao followed closely behind. Xiao Ai mustered up the courage, but he still didn't dare to follow in, so he had to stand outside and circle around.

It was the severe winter that corpses were easy to store. Luo Zizi lifted the sham and exposed the corpse below.

Hua Jingyao only saw the dead man in the portrait, and the portrait was not painted by Ye Xing, but was painted by the painter of Shuntian Mansion, only sixty or seventy percent similar. If the young monk had not had the deep impression of him, it would have been difficult to recognize him.

Luo Zhuo picked up the deceased's right hand, pointed to the callouse on it and said, "Look at the location of the callouse, it should be ground into writing. If this person is a refugee, he should also be a scholar. There is also here..."

As he said that, Luo Junzhu wanted to remove the robe from the deceased. The deceased was originally dressed in rags, and the robe was simply sewn by Luo Junzhu in coarse cloth before, and it could only be worn. There were many such robes in the morgue, which were for the deceased to wear temporarily.

"Luo Corps, what are you going to do?" Shi Jia, who followed him in, quickly stopped him.

Luo Junzuo was stunned for a moment, his face felt hot, and he almost forgot that Miss Hua was still a little girl.

He hurriedly said, "It was me who was negligent. Miss Hua, don't be surprised. In fact, I said I could tell that Miss Hua would know, and I don't have to see it with my own eyes."

Hua Jingyao smiled and said, "It's okay."

Luo Junzhu continued: "Although the body of this deceased is dirty and smelly, I scrubbed a few places with clean water, but it was white and delicate."

Hua Jingyao's heart moved and said, "He registered his hometown in the private camp is Chaigoubao. His page says that he can burn charcoal, but the official charcoal factory in Chaigoubao only uses prisoners. He came to the capital because of water flowing from his home. In other words, he is a charcoal burner."

Luo Junzhu happened to be in the yamen. When he heard that she was going to see the body, he asked, "I heard that the deceased was a refugee?"

"Yes, his name is in the roster in the Chanyin Temple private camp." Hua Jingyao said.

Luo Junzhu thought to himself and didn't speak.

Hua Jingyao asked, "Has Luo Ruo found something new?"

"It's not a new discovery, it was discovered during the autopsy yesterday. This person... Miss Hua, come with me and I'll show you." Luo Junzhu said and entered the morgue. Hua Jingyao followed closely behind. Xiao Ai mustered up the courage, but he still didn't dare to follow in, so he had to stand outside and circle around.

It was the severe winter that corpses were easy to store. Luo Zizi lifted the sham and exposed the corpse below.

Hua Jingyao only saw the dead man in the portrait, and the portrait was not painted by Ye Xing, but was painted by the painter of Shuntian Mansion, only sixty or seventy percent similar. If the young monk had not had the deep impression of him, it would have been difficult to recognize him.

Luo Zhuo picked up the deceased's right hand, pointed to the callouse on it and said, "Look at the location of the callouse, it should be ground into writing. If this person is a refugee, he should also be a scholar. There is also here..."

As he said that, Luo Junzhu wanted to remove the robe from the deceased. The deceased was originally dressed in rags, and the robe was simply sewn by Luo Junzhu in coarse cloth before. It could only be worn. There were many such robes in the morgue, which were for the deceased to wear temporarily.

"Luo Corps, what are you going to do?" Shi Jia, who followed him in, quickly stopped him.

Luo Junzuo was stunned for a moment, his face felt hot, and he almost forgot that Miss Hua was still a little girl.

He hurriedly said, "It was me who was negligent. Miss Hua, don't be surprised. In fact, I said I could tell that Miss Hua would know, and I don't have to see it with my own eyes."

Hua Jingyao smiled and said, "It's okay."

Luo Junzhu continued: "Although the body of this deceased is dirty and smelly, I scrubbed a few places with clean water, but it was white and delicate."

Hua Jingyao's heart moved and said, "He registered his hometown in the private camp is Chaigoubao. His page says that he can burn charcoal, but the official charcoal factory in Chaigoubao only uses prisoners. He came to the capital because of water flowing from his home. In other words, he is a charcoal burner."

Luo Junzhu happened to be in the yamen. When he heard that she was going to see the body, he asked, "I heard that the deceased was a refugee?"

"Yes, his name is in the roster in the Chanyin Temple private camp." Hua Jingyao said.

Luo Junzhu thought to himself and didn't speak.

Hua Jingyao asked, "Has Luo Ruo found something new?"

"It's not a new discovery, it was discovered during the autopsy yesterday. This person... Miss Hua, come with me and I'll show you." Luo Junzhu said and entered the morgue. Hua Jingyao followed closely behind. Xiao Ai mustered up the courage, but he still didn't dare to follow in, so he had to stand outside and circle around.

It was the severe winter that corpses were easy to store. Luo Zizi lifted the sham and exposed the corpse below.

Hua Jingyao only saw the dead man in the portrait, and the portrait was not painted by Ye Xing, but was painted by the painter of Shuntian Mansion, only sixty or seventy percent similar. If the young monk had not had the deep impression of him, it would have been difficult to recognize him.

Luo Zhuo picked up the deceased's right hand, pointed to the callouse on it and said, "Look at the location of the callouse, it should be ground into writing. If this person is a refugee, he should also be a scholar. There is also here..."

As he said that, Luo Junzhu wanted to remove the robe from the deceased. The deceased was originally dressed in rags, and the robe was simply sewn by Luo Junzhu in coarse cloth before. It could only be worn. There were many such robes in the morgue, which were for the deceased to wear temporarily.

"Luo Corps, what are you going to do?" Shi Jia, who followed him in, quickly stopped him.

Luo Junzuo was stunned for a moment, his face felt hot, and he almost forgot that Miss Hua was still a little girl.

He hurriedly said, "It was me who was negligent. Miss Hua, don't be surprised. In fact, I said I could tell that Miss Hua would know, and I don't have to see it with my own eyes."

Hua Jingyao smiled and said, "It's okay."

Luo Junzhu continued: "Although the body of this deceased is dirty and smelly, I scrubbed a few places with clean water, but it was white and delicate."

Hua Jingyao's heart moved and said, "He registered his hometown in the private camp is Chaigoubao. His page says that he can burn charcoal, but the official charcoal factory in Chaigoubao only uses prisoners. He came to the capital because of water flowing from his home. In other words, he is a charcoal burner."
Chapter completed!