The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

"what?"

Shi Xinzhe's expression suddenly changed, and his voice trembled: "You said these are human bones?"

Qin Miaoxi looked calm and determined at the yamen runner, asking, "Were these human bones found under the stove?"

The yamen runner nodded hurriedly and replied, "Yes, it was found in the stove."

Everyone looked shocked and cast doubtful glances at Qin Miaoxi, wondering in their hearts: How did she know this?

Qin Miaoxi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. She explained slowly, "The texture of these bones has become brittle, and there's a layer of gray powder on the outside. This is obviously the result of the bones being cooked first and then placed under the stove to burn. With such characteristics, there's absolutely no mistake."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

"Why... why?"

Lu Qingchen's lips trembled slightly as he asked the question with some confusion. In fact, he himself had no idea what to ask. Did he want to find out why the murderer did this, or why the bones were burned into this state?

Qin Miaoxi frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and replied, "If you place the human bones directly in the fire and burn them, it would require extremely high temperatures. Common firewood, on the other hand, produces a relatively low temperature when burning, and it takes a very long time to burn. It often takes several days to completely burn the human bones to ashes. Judging from the current situation, there are still some human bones left that have not been burned. From this, we can infer that this person must have been killed three days ago."

When Lu Qingchen heard this, he subconsciously looked at Shi Xinzhe. They were both shocked. This time seemed to match the time when Sun Dong said Cuihua disappeared.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Lu Qingchen continued to ask, "Then can you tell whether the deceased is a man or a woman by looking at these bones?"

Qin Miaoxi shook her head with regret and said helplessly, "Now most of these bones have been burned. With just the few bones left, there is no way to tell the gender of the deceased."

Shi Xinzhe couldn't help but look puzzled when he heard this. He pointed at the pile of bones and said, "There are quite a lot of bones here. Aren't these enough bones to distinguish?"

You know, what they brought back was a big cloth bag, which was full of bones.

Qin Miaoxi quickly explained, "Not all of these bones are human. Some are pig bones, some are cow bones, and there are even chicken bones mixed in. The real human bones are only a small part of these bones."

Shi Xinzhe became more and more curious and asked, "Then how did you immediately identify human bones among so many kinds of bones?"

"Human bones are different from those of other animals. Generally speaking, animal bones are thicker than human bones."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Qingchen's face turned pale, then blue and red, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times with difficulty. After swallowing, he said solemnly: "What you mentioned suddenly made something emerge in my mind."

In an instant, Qin Miaoxi's gaze suddenly tightened, and their eyes met in the air, and they blurted out almost at the same time: "Toufu Shop's bone soup!"

Shi Xinzhe, who was listening to this, felt a chill running down his spine. He shuddered, his face suddenly changing color, and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you trying to say that the tofu shop's bone soup was mixed with human bones?"

Qin Miaoxi looked solemn, nodded slightly, and replied: "Well, if we add those bones, the soup will be more mellow and rich."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Qingchen's face turned pale, his stomach churned, and he vomited again with a "vomit", but this time he vomited bile and gastric juice.

Shi Xinzhe saw this, his face full of disgust, his eyes wide open, and he shouted loudly: "Come here! Bring him up to me!"

In a flash, the shop owner was escorted to the hall by the yamen runners.

Shi Xinzhe slammed the gavel so hard it hurt his eardrums. He stared at the shopkeeper intently, his gaze as sharp as a torch, and demanded, "How dare you! Tell me the truth, did you really use human bones to make soup for people to drink?"

The shopkeeper knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, shouting, "Your Excellency, you are wronged! I... I did not do anything."

"These bones and these bloody shoe prints were all found in your tofu shop. Tell me, whose bones are they? Are they your wife Cuihua? Did you kill her?"

The shopkeeper's face was filled with astonishment, his eyes wide open. His dumbfounded look did not seem fake, and his shock was beyond words, as if he had seen something beyond his imagination.

Qin Miaoxi couldn't help feeling a little strange when she saw this. She keenly noticed that the store owner's reaction was not right. Such a genuine performance made her suspicious.

However, before she could think about it carefully, she suddenly heard the store owner's thoughts.

He said Cuihua was dead? Haha! These idiots actually said she was dead. She's not dead, she's alive and well, but you'll never find her.

"She's not dead. She went back to her hometown."

"Where is your hometown?"

"My hometown is in Panyu. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to check."

Looking at his confident look, Shi Xinzhe couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

"When did she leave? Is there anyone who can testify?" Shi Xinzhe asked coldly.

"Sir, news came from her hometown that something happened at home, so she hurriedly set off back three days ago. The situation was urgent at the time, and I don't know if anyone saw it." The shopkeeper answered tremblingly, but his eyes were a little evasive.

Shi Xinzhe stared at him closely, his eyes full of suspicion, and obviously did not believe what he said.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly explained: "Sir, if you don't believe me, I have a letter from home as proof, and I'm carrying it with me now." As he said that, he hurriedly reached into his arms.

Soon the bailiffs found the letter from home from him, and sure enough, it said that they should go back.

Qin Miaoxi stared at him with icy eyes and asked in a cold voice, "Why don't you go back with her? Aren't you worried that your wife might get into danger on the road alone?"

The shopkeeper curled his lips nonchalantly and replied casually, "Why worry about that? She's been back many times by herself, and nothing has ever happened to her."

"Then whose human bones are these?" Qin Miaoxi's voice became increasingly stern.

"This...this villain really doesn't know!"

The shopkeeper's eyes dodged, but suddenly they turned, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and he said anxiously, "Sir, the bones in my shop are all from the pig slaughterer. It must be the bones he sold to me. Maybe he was the one who killed me!"

Shi Xinzhe's expression was stern, his eyes were like torches, and he ordered firmly: "Quickly escort that pig-killing king to the government office, without any mistakes!"