Hey, you read that right, a part-time forensic scientist.

In the eyes of many people, forensic medicine is a thankless job. Not only do you have to deal with corpses every day, but it is also sometimes accompanied by dangers. As a profession, few people learn it, so the manpower is often insufficient. At this time, Master

You will be asked to help, but of course it will not be free of charge.

But when she told her master that she wanted to be a forensic doctor, the master was so anxious that she scolded her for being out of her mind, saying that few men like her because of her personality. If she studied forensic medicine, she would

That would really make her a master of extinction!

Nan Muze's thoughts actually coincided with Su Mumu's. He nodded thoughtfully and shouted loudly outside the palace: "Eunuch Chang!"

"I'm here, old slave." Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Eunuch Chang opened the door and walked in. Although he stood outside the hall, he was always paying attention to what was going on inside, so when Nan Muze called him, he immediately stepped over.

Entering the palace, he bowed and waited for the orders from the superior.

"Call me the eunuch in charge of the royal kitchen, the nun in charge, as well as the chefs and sous chefs in charge of today's royal meal!"

Eunuch Chang received the order and immediately went to the imperial dining room to convey the order.

Not long after, in Qinhe Hall, a eunuch, two nuns, and a dozen cooks knelt on the ground.

The eunuch in charge had just been called into the Qinhe Hall, and she had also heard about what happened at the banquet. She should have had a premonition that a disaster was about to happen to her. Everyone's face was ashen, as if they had sensed the influence of the God of Death.

call.

As for those cooks, they had just come out of Qinhe Hall, and now they were called back. They were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and trembled non-stop, as if they had been vibrated.

Nan Muchen and Su Mumu were already sitting on the Grand Master's chair nearby, acting like bystanders.

Nan Muze's cool eyes turned around the kneeling cooks, then fixed on the eunuch in charge, and said coldly: "Zhan Zhangshi"

The pale-faced Manager Sun was frightened when he heard Nan Muze calling him. He immediately knelt down and responded with a trembling voice: "Slave, slave, slave is here."

"How do you explain what happened today?"

"Hui, every step of your Majesty's meal today is strictly controlled by your servant. As for why this happened, I, my servant, don't know anything about it!"

"You don't know?" Nan Muze sneered. It would be better if he took the initiative to admit his mistake, but he said that he didn't know. He couldn't help but feel angry again, "I left the imperial dining room to you, and now such a big thing has happened.

Do you think you can be exempted from guilt just because you didn’t know anything about it?!”

The angry voice made Steward Sun speechless, and he could only keep kowtowing his head and begging for mercy: "I know my mistake, I know my mistake, Your Majesty, forgive me, forgive me!"

The sound of "dong dong dong" hit the marble floor of Qinhe Hall, resounding throughout the entire hall. It was extremely clear. The originally clean ink marble gradually became a blood stain.

The other kneeling people seemed to be very frightened. They all knelt down, lowered their heads, and did not dare to breathe.

Hey, as expected, being with a king is like being with a tiger. Just a casual word from Nan Muze can easily make the heads of these people kneeling in front of them fall to the ground. What an evil feudal society! Su Mumu couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Nan Muze looked coldly at the eunuch in charge who kept kowtowing, and did not say anything to stop him. After all, even if such a person who was not doing things well really died in front of him, he would not frown.

There were more and more blood drops on the marble floor. Countless blood drops fell on the ground and merged with each other. After a while, they formed a large pool of blood.

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, the eunuch in charge shook his body a few times, and finally fell forward and passed out with his head covered in blood.

"According to my decree, the eunuch who is the steward of the imperial kitchen is rich and powerful, has poor supervision, and is not strictly guarded. From now on, he will be deposed from his position as the steward of the imperial kitchen and will be thrown into the Xinzhe Treasury and will never be released!" A cold voice without any warmth,

It was as heavy as thunder that tore apart the sky and the earth, hitting everyone kneeling in Qinhe Hall hard.

Xinzheku is a place specially used to punish servants who have made mistakes. The conditions inside are extremely harsh. Not only will you suffer physical pain, there is no sunlight and no ventilation all year round, so diseases often breed, but even if

If you are really sick, no one will take care of you, and you will end up dying there. This is a common thing.

It can be said that if a servant is sent to Xin Zhe's library, it will basically be the same as death.

"Come here, drag this person down!"

The gatekeepers of Qinhe Palace came in immediately, holding up the man on the left and right, who had completely lost his intuition, and dragged him down.

Nan Muze controlled his anger and asked the dozen or so imperial chefs: "Are you all responsible for today's imperial meals?"

One of the imperial chefs, who was obviously the oldest and seemed to have the most seniority, was excited and immediately responded: "What the emperor said is that because today is a special day, from the selection of ingredients to the cooking of every meal, all are slaves.

If we are careful and strict, logically speaking, such problems will not occur.”

"Then when you cook, have you ever used pollen?" Nan Muze asked again.

"No, the spices we use are all commonly used for making royal meals, but they don't contain pollen."

Sure enough, it was the same as what Su Mumu said. "While you were cooking, were there any people who shouldn't have appeared in the imperial dining room?"

The old imperial chef smoothed the beard on his chin, as if thinking, then shook his head and said: "Back to the emperor, this old minister didn't pay attention, because at that time almost all the imperial chefs in the imperial dining room were busy with the imperial dining room."

Nan Muze's expectant eyes instantly dimmed, and he lowered his eyes, only to hear a young voice trembling, but speaking extremely clearly: "I, I know who has appeared in the imperial dining room."

Everyone's eyes instantly fell on the person who spoke. They saw that he was a young man who was only twenty years old. Perhaps because the clothes did not fit him, the clothes of an imperial chef always felt awkward on him.

"You are" In Nan Muze's impression, it seems that he has never seen such a number one person in the imperial kitchen.

The old imperial chef glanced at the young imperial chef worriedly, kowtowed to Nan Muze respectfully and said: "Back to the emperor, this person is my apprentice. He originally only helped in the imperial kitchen and never really took charge of the dishes.

Today, because the manpower is a little tight, I asked him to help prepare the meals."
Chapter completed!