On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2179 Nameless Corpse

Su Shengsheng squatted under an old locust tree, picking up fallen dead branches.

This place wasn't too far from where they were camping; the vegetation wasn't very dense, but there were quite a few dead branches.

As Su Shengsheng picked up the items, he couldn't help but look up at the sky. The setting sun had already sunk behind the distant mountain valley.

"I need to hurry and gather some dry food to take back, otherwise we won't have enough to start a fire tonight," she muttered to herself, quickening her pace.

Just as she was about to search further away, she took two steps and tripped over something. She staggered and steadied herself, her eyes instinctively scanning ahead.

Just a few steps away from her, a dark silhouette was obscured by a clump of withered yellow thatch.

At first she thought it was a big rock, but upon closer inspection, she saw that it clearly had the shape of a human body, lying there motionless.

Su Shengsheng's heart skipped a beat, a chill creeping up her spine. Then, a short scream escaped her throat: "Ah!"

As soon as the shout fell, Silver Ingot ran over immediately.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He quickly ran to Su Shengsheng's side, looked in the direction she was pointing, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Su Shengsheng's fingers were still frozen in mid-air, the fingertips trembling slightly.

She swallowed hard, glanced quickly at the corpse, then averted her gaze, her voice trembling, "What...what is that? Look!"

Yin Ding took a few steps forward, pushed aside the thatch blocking his way, and took a closer look.

He then turned to look at Su Shengsheng, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "You're afraid of this? Back in Rongzhou, we carried so many corpses to your house, didn't you see?"

“How can that be the same?” Su Shengsheng quickly shook his head and took a step back. “The corpse that was carried to my house is evidence, and I was already mentally prepared, knowing that it was there to deliver case evidence.”

"But here in the middle of nowhere, suddenly seeing this, wouldn't you be startled?"

Her voice grew softer and softer, her eyes filled with genuine fear.

Seeing that she was genuinely frightened, Yin Ding stopped laughing at her and said, "Alright, don't be afraid. Go back to your tent first, I'll handle this."

Upon hearing this, Su Shengsheng subconsciously shook her head: "I'm not going back. Can you manage here alone? Do you need my help?"

Yin Ding waved his hand, his tone resolute: "No need, you should go back quickly and just tell the Princess and the Prince about the situation here."

Su Shengsheng glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, then stood still, refusing to move. "I'll just wait here and won't bother you. In case anything happens, I can call for help."

Seeing her resolute attitude, Yin Ding nodded.

He rummaged through the small cloth bag he carried with him, took out a pair of long, coarse cloth gloves, slowly put them on, and tightly tied the cuffs as well.

Then, he took out a clean piece of linen, folded it twice, and covered the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Su Shengsheng watched with curiosity, forgetting her earlier fear, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing? Wearing gloves and covering your face, it's kind of scary."

Yin Ding raised his hand, pointed to his gloves and the burlap on his face, and explained, "Just protecting myself."

Who knows how this person died, whether there was any disease on the body, or if it was contaminated with anything poisonous? It's always better to be cautious.

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to the corpse.

He didn't touch the corpse immediately, but squatted down and carefully examined it.

His gaze slowly swept from the top of the corpse's head to its feet, not missing a single detail. Every now and then, he would extend his gloved fingers and gently part the thatch around the corpse.

Su Shengsheng stood still, not daring to get too close, and could only watch from a distance.

As darkness fell, the wind picked up, rustling the surrounding thatch and adding an eerie atmosphere.

She couldn't help but wrap her clothes tighter around herself.

Not long after, Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe heard Su Shengsheng's scream and rushed over.

"What happened?" Yan Ruyu asked.

Upon hearing the voice, Yin Ding stood up, turned around, and bowed to the two of them, saying, "Your Highness, Your Highness."

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe quickly walked over and saw the corpse on the ground. Both of them showed a solemn expression.

Huo Changhe spoke first: "What's going on?"

"I don't know either. Miss Su found it while she was gathering firewood."

Yin Ding reported truthfully, then went on to explain in detail: "Your Highness, Your Highness, this person is a man. From his appearance, there are no obvious wounds below his shoulders, and his clothes are relatively neat, with no signs of fighting or tearing."

The fatal wound should be in the throat area, where there is an extremely thin but deep cut, and it looks like... the trachea has been severed. Also..."

Yin Ding paused here, his gaze falling on the corpse's head, his expression becoming even more serious.

Su Shengsheng stood aside, her curiosity outweighing her fear, and couldn't help but ask, "What else? Tell me."

Yin Ding turned to look at her, her tone calm but tinged with coldness: "Also, this person's face is gone."

"What?" Su Shengsheng's eyes widened. He subconsciously glanced at the corpse again, but quickly looked away, his heart pounding. "The face... the skin is gone?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Ruyu nodded, gestured for the silver ingot to move aside, and walked closer.

A glint of gold flashed in her eyes as she carefully examined the corpse on the ground.

The corpse was indeed a man, of medium build, and judging from the thickness and condition of his bones, he was about forty years old.

There is an old fracture mark below his right knee, which is obviously an old injury. He probably walks with a slight limp on a daily basis.

Just as Yin Ding said, apart from the wound on his neck, there were no other obvious injuries on his body, nor were there any traces of hidden weapons. There was only a thin wound on his neck with strangely neat edges.

Huo Changhe also bent down and, in the gradually dimming light, carefully examined the wound.

He stretched out his finger and gestured towards the wound, his brows furrowing: "This weapon is somewhat special; it doesn't seem to be an ordinary sword or knife."

Ordinary sword wounds are either wide or have jagged edges, but this wound is both thin and deep, with such neat edges; a sword could hardly achieve this.

Yin Ding nodded in agreement, "What Your Highness says is absolutely right."

I just examined it carefully. The wound is narrow, but it goes all the way to the throat bone. Ordinary weapons simply cannot do that.

Furthermore, there were no extra scratches around the wound, indicating that the killer's method was highly skilled, swift, and precise.

Yan Ruyu straightened up, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings of the corpse, and said thoughtfully, "Besides the special weapon, why did they peel off his face?"