The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

Qin Miaoxi's figure was like a ghost, following the man silently.

He turned left and right, and finally walked into a narrow and deep alley.

Qin Miaoxi held her breath and confirmed that the man had pushed the door open. Then she tapped her toes and flew up, like an agile cat, and landed lightly on the big tree with lush branches and leaves beside the yard. She concealed her figure perfectly with the layers of branches and leaves.

She looked down through the gaps between the branches and saw that there was a well-mannered scholar.

In his yard, scrolls were scattered around, all depicting the same woman.

Qin Miaoxi looked closely and found that the brushstrokes and style of the painting were exactly the same as the one hanging in the tofu shop. It was obvious that they were painted by the same person.

"Cuihua, don't worry, I've already avenged you. That bastard has been captured by the yamen runners. I will definitely find you and rescue you."

After the scholar finished speaking, he picked up a sharp axe from the room, looked determined, and strode towards a house facing the street.

He raised the axe high, and with a few loud "clang" sounds, the door lock broke and wood chips flew everywhere.

The scholar kicked the door open, strode into the room, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't be afraid, Cuihua! I'm here to save you!"

Qin Miaoxi was startled, wondering if the scholar had gone mad. She quietly jumped down from the tree and followed the scholar into the house.

The house was filled with an old and decayed smell, and dust was flying wildly in the dim light coming through the window frames.

The scholar searched everywhere, his eyes full of anxiety and madness, and he kept muttering "Cuihua"'s name. He waved the axe in his hand wildly, and debris was scattered wherever he went.

Qin Miaoxi carefully avoided the scholar's axe and looked around. The house seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time. Cobwebs hung in the corners of the walls, and the tables and chairs were dilapidated.

Suddenly, there was a sound of gasps. Looking up, I saw the scholar kneeling on the ground, holding a rough hairpin in his hand and crying bitterly, "Cuihua, this hairpin I gave you! You said you would never leave it, so how did it fall here? Are you really dead?"

Qin Miaoxi stared at him with a sharp gaze. This man must be the adulterer who went to Jingzhao Yin to report the case! Sun Dong.

"Cuihua, where on earth did he hide you?"

Sun Dong suddenly shuddered, "That man, he must know where you are?"

Qin Miaoxi followed him closely and walked all the way to the Jingzhao Yin's government office.

Before I could get close, I saw him skillfully throw himself down on the ground, then roll around wantonly, shouting things like wanting to see the tofu shop owner. His shouting drew the attention of everyone around him.

Seeing this, the yamen runners were naturally annoyed and tried to drive him away several times, but the man seemed to have heard nothing and continued to do as he pleased, lying on the ground and refusing to get up. The yamen runners were unable to do anything to him.

After going on like this for a while, the yamen runners were really at their wit's end. Finally, they could only go into the government office with helplessness on their faces and ask Shi Xinzhe how to deal with this difficult situation.

"Sun Dong, what are you doing here again?"

"I want

Meet him.”

"He is a suspect now and no one is allowed to see him."

The scholar immediately panicked upon hearing this, "He is innocent. I was the one who threw those rice bags in to frame him."

The bailiff did not dare to delay and immediately brought Sun Dong to Shi Xinzhe.

"Sir, please force him to tell you where he hid Cuihua."

Shi Xinzhe raised his hand to interrupt him, "You said you threw the rice sac flower in there, where did you throw it?"

"In the soup, and at the stove in the back kitchen, everything is made by me."

Sun Dong continued to shout: "Sir, if you don't believe me, you can go to my house and search. I still have rice sac flowers in my house."

Shi Xinzhe immediately winked at the yamen runner. He looked at Sun Dong sternly, a hint of subtle doubt flashing across his face. "Why did you do this?"

Sun Dong's eyes were evasive, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he stammered, "I... I just wanted him to go to his house to look for Cuihua after he was arrested by the government, but Cuihua wasn't there at all."

"Ridiculous! Humph!" Shi Xinzhe snorted coldly and angrily scolded, "Just because of a little love affair, you committed such a heinous act? Do you think this is just childish play? This is a matter of life and death. You will be sued."

"Sir, I was wrong. Please bring him here. I want to ask him where he hid Cuihua."

Shi Xinzhe: “…”

At this moment, a yamen runner hurried in and whispered a few words in Shi Xinzhe's ear.

Shi Xinzhe's expression changed slightly, and then he said to Sun Dong: "You'd better tell the truth, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

"grown ups!"

He looked anxious, "Cuihua is in danger, we can't delay for a moment, please let me go find her!"

After saying this, before the adults could respond, he hurriedly got up and ran out the door.

"Quick, stop him!"

At Shi Xinzhe's command, the yamen runners rushed forward like wolves and tigers, captured him again in an instant, and dragged him back into the house.

Sun Dong struggled desperately, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Sir, please let me go and save her! Cuihua's life is at stake!"

However, the yamen runners pretended not to hear and held him in mid-air with expressionless faces.

A man holding a piece of paper with a red shoe print on it walked up to him and compared it carefully with the soles of his shoes, completely ignoring his shouts.

"Your Excellency, the shoe prints have been compared and are exactly the same."

Shi Xinzhe slammed the gavel angrily, "Sun Dong, we found some bloody shoe prints in the backyard of the tofu shop. Now it's proven to be yours. How do you explain it?"

Sun Dong stared at the paper with eyes wide open in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, this is impossible! I was only in the tofu shop today, and there's no blood on the soles of my shoes! Someone must have framed me!"

"Who would frame you?"

"It's that man, it must be him."

Sun Dong said confidently: "Cuihua and I are in love with each other, and we even agreed to elope before. He must be jealous of me for winning Cuihua's heart, so he would use this method to frame me."

"You were the one who came to report Cuihua, claiming she was murdered. But why are you so sure she didn't return to her hometown, but was in danger?"

"I……"

"Because you are her murderer."

"No, I didn't know anything about the bloody shoe prints!"

Shi Xinzhe snorted coldly: "You have nothing to prove, who can testify for you? Now that the evidence is as strong as a mountain, you still want to quibble?"

Sun Dong looked around, his eyes filled with despair and anxiety. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and said quickly, "I've seen that man chopping meat. He must have dismembered Cuihua. If you don't believe me, go to the tofu shop and check!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the yamen runner who went to the tofu shop to investigate hurried back, holding a large cloth bag in his hand.

"Sir, there's a situation!" the bailiff reported solemnly.

Shi Xinzhe immediately stepped forward and personally untied the drawstring of the cloth bag. As the bag opened, a faint foul smell emanated from it, revealing gray and dark bones inside.

Qin Miaoxi's face turned pale instantly. She stared at the bones as if they were wooden sculptures or clay figures. After a long while, she stammered, "These... these are human bones."