NOVPUB48: Chapter 33 Flower Assassin_3
48 -33 Flower Assassin_3
“You do as she said,” Liu Pinrang ordered, disregarding Yin Wenshu’s objection.
“Yes!” Two constables responded in unison, then hurriedly set to work as Ran Yan had instructed.
After speaking, he turned to Yin Wenshu and said, “I’ve heard that the maid is not from the Yin residence.
Which family’s maid would be so desperate as to go to someone else’s residence to commit suicide?
This is obviously a homicide!
As for the crime scene, it only occupies a small space, there should be no major problem.” 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
“But this goes against protocol, and besides, the maid has been hanging for a long time, she’s probably long since dead.
This incident occurred in my residence, how can Inspector Liu not investigate carefully for clues, instead listening to the nonsense of a young woman!” Yin Wenshu’s face turned ashen.
Those present were more inclined to agree with Yin Wenshu’s viewpoint, and they started persuading Liu Pinrang to reconsider.
No, no, that’s not right!
Upon hearing Yin Wenshu’s words, Ran Yan was the first to object inwardly.
Observing the bloodstains at the scene and the wounds on Wan Lu’s neck, it was clear that she had not been hanging for long, at most, not more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
But she had no time to pay heed to their argument.
Her naturally beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, her delicate lips tightly pressed into a line, her dark eyes unblinkingly fixed on the actions of the two government officials.
Dressed in a purple gown, Ran Yan stood with her head raised in the breeze, her dress fluttering lightly, white petals falling around her like rain.
The dazzling sunlight streamed in from the entrance, casting a misty halo around her body, causing many of the men present to be momentarily stunned.
Even Liu Pinrang, a man used to rough seas, could not help but marvel.
The woman before him was certainly beautiful, but what was more outstanding was the radiance she exuded when serious, from the inside out, which made people feel unworthy by comparison.
For a moment, the noisy voices gradually subsided.
“Right, don’t rush, slowly lower her down, someone else catch her,” Ran Yan, still focused on the constables’ actions, instructed.
“Then lay her gently flat on the ground.”
After doing all this, Ran Yan immediately stepped forward to check Wan Lu’s condition.
Her confident words to Liu Pinrang had actually not been said with complete certainty in her heart.
But when she saw the marks on Wan Lu’s neck, she let out a small sigh of relief.
The strangulation marks were not obvious; it was the carotid artery that had been damaged, and the blood flow had weakened significantly.
A thought flashed through Ran Yan’s mind as she remembered the bloodstained petals she had seen in the air when she rushed over.
It was likely that when the carotid artery was compressed, the blood had sprayed out in a spatter, staining the flowers above.
Glancing up at the ceiling of the shed, Ran Yan indeed noticed some elongated bloodstains.
She became more convinced that Wan Lu had not been hanging for long.
She reached out to touch Wan Lu’s chest and neck, finding that her heartbeat was extremely weak, and the warmth in her body was gradually fading…
If Wan Lu’s injury had not been to an artery, she might have entered a state of suspended animation, but with the excessive blood loss, the already faint signs of life were becoming more and more at risk as blood continued to drain!
Quickly, Ran Yan pulled out a long, thin object, wrapped in white silk, from her hair bun.
Unfurling it in her palm, it turned out to be over a dozen silver needles!
All present couldn’t help but look surprised; a young woman was actually hiding silver needles in her hair!
While the others were still astonished, Ran Yan had already swiftly inserted the silver needles into acupoints near the artery.
Acupuncture couldn’t stop the bleeding immediately, but it could slow down the flow of blood, preventing immediate death from excessive blood loss.
Subsequently, Ran Yan sat at Wan Lu’s head, her legs astride as she braced against Wan Lu’s shoulders, an extremely indecorous position.
Yet, most of the people were more captivated by her unusual method of treatment than concerned with her actions.
Ran Yan quickly undid Wan Lu’s hair, grabbing it in her hand and bracing her feet against her shoulders, causing Wan Lu’s head to lift.
She instructed, “I need two people to come massage her throat and chest, and another to stretch and massage her hands and feet.”
Once Wan Lu’s head was lifted, the blood from her neck began to flow even more fiercely.
Ran Yan’s face turned a bit pale, as this continued delay could not only fail to save Wan Lu but risk her bleeding to death!
“Please help me find some Sanqi powder!” Ran Yan said.
Yin Wenshu, although full of resentment, still instructed the Servant, “Go and find Sanqi powder!
Check if our medicine room has any.”
Large familial residences always kept a private medicine room.
Perhaps the supplies were not all-encompassing, but they would have a stock of commonly used medicines, ready for emergencies.
As Ran Yan continued to support Wan Lu’s neck, she directed the two constables in massaging techniques.
Both men, hardened by turbulent experiences, were familiar with basic emergency treatment and got to work quickly.
This was why Ran Yan had summoned the constables, rather than any government official, to assist her.
