The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

Qin Miaoxi turned a deaf ear to his nonsense, turned to Liang Hongkai, blinked innocently and said, "Master Liang, do you need me to explain to you?"

"No, no need."

"Why not?"

Lu Qingchen glared at the two of them in anger. He had even told them his private information, so why didn't he ask Qin Miaoxi?

He reprimanded unwillingly, "Master Liang, you are being too picky. Why don't you explain why she quarreled with Miss Qian?"

Liang Hongkai glanced at Qin Miaoxi and said hesitantly, "Xiao Qin..."

Qin Miaoxi said casually: "I don't know people's faces."

Lu Qingchen blinked in shock, waving a hand in front of her: "Ah! You don't look blind."

As he spoke, he kept waving his hands in front of her, as if she really couldn't see.

Qin Miaoxi slapped his hand away angrily, "I just can't remember what people look like, so I don't remember ever meeting Miss Qian."

Lu Qingchen rubbed the back of his hand in pain, but his face showed a puzzling surprise: "So you can only recognize me?"

He stood proudly with his hands behind his back. "As the saying goes, after searching for him a thousand times, she suddenly turned around and only recognized me. Is this love? It's so deep. Being too good is also a sin. Alas!"

Qin Miaoxi: "..."

Liang Hongkai: "..."

"A few days ago, I did have an argument with a woman because she knocked over my paper figurines and funeral objects. Not only did she refuse to compensate me, she also insulted me."

"and then?"

"She felt guilty and compensated me for all my losses."

Liang Hongkai's smile froze on his face, and he asked awkwardly, "Did you do it?"

Qin Miaoxi's mouth suddenly tightened, and after a glare, everything fell silent.

"Master Liang, I need to go to the corpse stable. Do you want to...?"

"No, thanks." Liang Hongkai refused hurriedly.

Lu Qingchen volunteered, "I'll go with you."

Qin Miaoxi glanced at him calmly and said, "That place is not suitable for the young marquis."

"What do you mean? You don't let me go, but I have to go and see." Lu Qingchen chased after him unwilling to be outdone.

Liang Hongkai shook his head, speechless, "You're still young!"

Qin Miaoxi walked further and further away. Not only was there a gloomy atmosphere around her, but the air was also very humid.

Lu Qingchen grumbled in disdain, "Why would there be such a place in the government office?"

"The corpse stable is where the government stores corpses."

"A place to store...a place to store corpses?"

Lu Qingchen's face turned pale in an instant and his legs began to tremble.

"If you're scared, go back."

"No, no need. I'm not afraid at all."

As they were talking, the two of them had already reached the door of the corpse stable. There was no corpse stench as they had imagined, but instead it was filled with the smell of herbs.

Qin Miaoxi finally asked solemnly, "Young Marquis, are you sure you want to go in?"

"Come in, of course."

Qin Miaoxi nodded, took the key from the guard at the door, pushed the door open and walked in.

There were four bodies placed in the middle of the room, and ice cubes were placed in the diagonals to maintain the integrity of the bodies.

Qin Miaoxi walked to Miss Qian's body with an expressionless face, and quickly found the broken piece of cloth at the hem of the corpse's inner skirt. She compared it with the cloud silk found from the fingernails of the fourth rotten corpse. The size and shape of the piece of cloth were exactly the same.

Lu Qingchen moved to her side, trying hard to suppress his nausea, but when he saw the mucus on the wound of the corpse, he covered his mouth and said, "This is corpse fluid!"

"No, the body has just begun to decompose, and the corpse fluids are not yet so turbid."

Qin Miaoxi rubbed the liquid on the corpse with her fingers. It was a fishy and yellow mucus.

She went to check the other two bodies and found similar scars and mucus.

Suddenly her brows furrowed, "What kind of scar is this?"

The scars were deep and shallow, crisscrossed, as if caused by an animal's claws.

"Was it caught by the animals in the cave?"

"Different."

"Could it be that the corpse did it itself?"

His words gave Qin Miaoxi a flash of inspiration. She quickly walked to the fourth rotten corpse. The nail of the deceased's little finger was pointed, and the corpse fluid at the wound was sticky.

Her fingers, holding the corpse, scratched across the wooden board, leaving a mark on it.

Sure enough.