I glanced around the vicinity of the corpse.

Not only were there no yellow incense or candles, commonly used by sorcerers, near the operating table, but even the corpse-suppressing coin that should have been placed on the corpse's head was missing.

Wasn't corpse suppression the first thing a coroner did before examining a body?

Could this female coroner in front of me really be a descendant of the Northern School?

As soon as the question arose in my mind, the smile in her eyes seemed to deepen.

I immediately realized: Could it be that she had reached the point where she didn't need those auxiliary items, and could suppress evil spirits with just an autopsy knife?

After a few seconds of eye contact with the girl, I raised my hand and gave her a thumbs up – all I saw in her eyes was the confidence of "having a well-thought-out plan."

An expert trusts only themselves!

The girl also raised her hand and gave me a thumbs up.

Did she take me for the employer?

A sorcerer doesn't ask for much help from the employer, as long as the employer believes in them!

The girl lowered her hand and said, "I need two people to stand at the head and foot of the bed. These two must act quickly."

I gave Ye Yang and Feng Ruohang a look. Both of them were good at using fast swords. In terms of hand speed, I was inferior to them.

After Feng Ruohang and the other stood in position, the girl pointed to the corpse's forehead with her hand: "The most critical thing is here. After I make the cut, it might run. As for which direction it goes, it depends on which of the four of us wins the lottery."

"Whether you can catch it depends on your speed!"

I nodded slightly to her and said, "Do it!"

The girl said, "My first step will be to stimulate it. I'm not sure what it will do to control the corpse. If you trust me, keep watching. If you don't trust me, you can take action at any time."

I couldn't help frowning slightly: What did that mean?

Without further explanation, the girl used the knife to make a cross-shaped cut on the corpse's forehead, and bright red blood immediately gushed out.

I couldn't help frowning. After a person dies, the blood stops flowing. Within a certain period, it either seeps into the internal organs or appears on the surface of the corpse to form lividity.

Du Fei had been dead for more than ten hours. Even if there was still residual blood in the blood vessels on her forehead, it wouldn't be so fresh. Could it be that Du Fei was dead, but her heart was still beating?

I pulled the corpse's arm out from under the white cloth and took a look. Sure enough, there was no lividity on her body.

When I looked up at the coroner, she extended a finger and slowly pressed it against the wound she had just cut on the corpse. The blood beads that had just rolled out of the corpse's wound were actually pushed back into the body under the pressure of her fingertip.

When the coroner's finger pressed on the wound, it suddenly sank into the corpse as if it were pressing into tofu.

The frontal bone is definitely one of the hardest bones in the human body. Even if it is hit by an external force, it will not be easily broken. The fact that the coroner could easily press her hand into the other person's forehead could only mean that the bone was already broken!

No, there were no signs of bone fracture on Du Fei's forehead. There was originally a hole in her forehead.

Someone had dug out her forehead and hid something in her brain.

As soon as I realized this, I saw the corpse suddenly open its eyes wide. The pupils, which should have been dilated, turned into pinprick-like dots, but I didn't know which direction she was staring at.

As the coroner's finger sank again, Du Fei's corpse opened her mouth desperately as if she couldn't breathe, revealing a row of blood-stained teeth. Her head also leaned back hard, as if she was about to spit something out.

When I glanced into her mouth, I clearly saw a black dot poking out.

Was that a nail?

Before I could see what it was, the black dot retreated back into the corpse's mouth.

I watched as the skin on the corpse's throat seemed to be lifted up by a sharp object. At first glance, it looked like a knife was sliding down her throat from top to bottom into her stomach.

The sharp object in the corpse's throat cut open her windpipe, but didn't cut open her skin. Therefore, I could only see a sharp object moving on her throat, but I didn't know what it was.

In just a few seconds, that thing passed through the corpse's throat and into her chest cavity. The coroner also casually lifted the white cloth covering the corpse.

In the coroner's eyes, there was no distinction between men and women in a corpse, only the degree of decay and the clues to be sought, but I subconsciously turned my head to the side, diverting my gaze from the position of the corpse's chest.

My master and the immortal jiangshi reminded me of this when I was learning my craft: a sorcerer shouldn't care about men and women, only the living and the dead, whether it's a human or not. If you care too much about this kind of thing, it's easy to lose your life.

If a demon or ghost tore off their clothes in front of you, and you didn't dare to look at them, you'd just be waiting to die.

In order to prevent me from losing my life, Jiu Gui had also specially trained me with female ghosts, but I just couldn't change the habit of not daring to look directly at them at first glance until I remembered Jiu Gui's reminder, and then I would stare at them.

I was beaten a lot for this, but I just couldn't change this problem.

This time, my old problem cropped up again.