Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

Chapter 1377

Although he didn't say a word, the trusted Imperial Guard understood his meaning and immediately stood up and shouted loudly.

"Commander, this place is shrouded in smoke and ash, it is really not advisable to stay here for long. Why don't you return to the garrison and wait here?"

"Leave the fire situation to me. I'll organize all the clues and present them to you for review later."

Unless it is something particularly serious, Mao Xiang will generally not take action personally, and even in serious cases he will not stay at the scene for long.

Therefore, what this trusted subordinate said seemed perfectly logical to the other members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and no one thought there was anything wrong with it.

Mao Xiang nodded in agreement.

"Alright, you'll be in charge of this matter!"

After responding softly, Mao Xiang didn't linger and turned to leave the fire scene.

Shortly after Mao Xiang left, this trusted Imperial Guard immediately turned to the surrounding Imperial Guards and raised his voice to give the order:

"The Commander has entrusted this matter to me. Now everyone listen up and send out 60% of your forces."

"This lead is extremely important. You must return the evidence to the garrison. Anyone who obstructs this will be considered as destroying evidence!"

Upon hearing the order from his trusted Imperial Guard, most of the Imperial Guards present were stunned and stared at him in astonishment.

It's just a burnt iron barrel. Even if it's important, it's not worth assigning 60 people to escort it!

Just now, Mao Xiang had given the order himself, and although these people were puzzled, none of them questioned the decision of their trusted Imperial Guards.

Soon, 60 people were assigned to different groups, and a large group of them escorted the burned oil drum away.

These people were mostly conducting surveys in the ruins of the fire, while the rest were checking the situation around the fire.

While everyone else continued their work, his trusted Imperial Guard took the opportunity to retrieve the oil drum he had buried.

But he couldn't throw this thing away, because Mao Xiang's meaning was very clear: this oil drum should be used to replace the original one.

Now that the original oil drum has been found, he should take it back. As long as he swaps it, it doesn't matter where he swaps it.

Next, under the operation of his trusted Imperial Guards, he quietly carried the counterfeit oil drums towards the garrison.

Meanwhile, the oil drum that had been returned earlier had already been inspected by coroners arranged by the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Although the methods of inspection were not as sophisticated as those of later generations, people in this era also had their own experience and wisdom.

Many people think that a coroner is someone who specializes in performing autopsies, but that's not the case; the role of a coroner is quite broad.

Their core job is examination; the body is only one part of their duties, which also includes on-site investigation and physical evidence examination.

The two coroners examined the oil drum carefully for a while, and then one of them exclaimed in surprise.

"Huh! What's going on? Why is there something like this in this oil drum?"

The man's words immediately caught the attention of the second coroner, who promptly stepped over to the oil drum.

The second person also expressed surprise.

"Well... should we report this and inquire about the situation? Could it be that this substance was originally present in the ink?"

Upon hearing this, the coroner, who spoke first, pondered for a moment and then nodded.

"That is indeed the case. This matter is of great importance, and we cannot make hasty conclusions."

The two hit it off immediately and then rushed over to Mao Xiang's side.

Boom boom boom!

Mao Xiang was sitting quietly in his room when he heard someone knocking on the door. He thought it was one of his trusted confidants returning.

But just as he was about to speak, the voice of the garrison's professional coroner came from outside the door.

"Commander, we have some questions about the burned oil drum that we would like to ask you."