The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

Lu Qingchen exclaimed in disbelief: "It's the same, the scars on the three corpses are the same, even the color of the corpse fluid is the same. Could it be that the corpse killed people? The corpse killed the three members of the Qian family."

"Impossible! This rotting corpse has been dead for more than seven days, and the three members of the Qian family were murdered the day before yesterday. How could a dead person come out and kill people?"

"He's pretending to be dead!"

Lu Qingchen said confidently, "Have you never heard of someone who, after dying with a great injustice, would resurrect and seek revenge on the person who killed them? And don't forget that Miss Qian's cloud silk was found under the corpse's fingernails. Currently, only the Qian family has this kind of fabric. Who else could it be but him?"

Qin Miaoxi fell into deep thought, and after a moment she walked out the door as quickly as an arrow.

"Where are you going?"

"Su Village."

"Aren't you a coroner? Why do you have to come to investigate this case?"

"Part-time job."

Lu Qingchen suddenly realized, and then put on an expression that Qin Miaoxi couldn't understand, full of pity.

Under his bewildered gaze, the two finally arrived at Su Village safely.

The sun is shining brightly, and the strong light makes it almost impossible to open your eyes. The villagers are carrying hoes and working in the fields.

As Qin Miaoxi and her companion entered the village, they attracted the attention of the villagers. They asked the old woman at the entrance of the village, walked along the village road, and finally found the dilapidated yard that the old woman mentioned.

"Is Li Dazhuang here?"

Qin Miaoxi shouted a few times at the door, and then heard impatient roars from inside the house, mixed with messy footsteps.

"Who?"

Soon the door was opened, and an old man with a scruffy beard stood at the door, staring at the two of them with his shrewd little eyes.

"Who are you?"

Qin Miaoxi took the initiative and asked, "Li Dazhuang, was your son Li Sheng buried the day before yesterday?"

Li Dazhuang was obviously stunned. It took him a while to react. His expression immediately changed from bewildered to alert. "What's it to you?"

Judging from his reaction, Qin Miaoxi was almost certain, "The one buried yesterday was not your son."

Li Dazhuang narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Miaoxi, then suddenly realized, "You are the funeral master of the paper-making shop."

Knowing who the visitor was, Li Dazhuang's attitude instantly became fierce, "Don't meddle in other people's business, leave quickly, you are not welcome in my house."

Qin Miaoxi pressed on, "That man's grave has been dug up. Do you think the Qian family will let you go?"

A flash of panic appeared in Li Dazhuang's eyes, which also indirectly confirmed that he was related to the Qian family.

He quickly took out a shovel from the door and threatened fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense and get out of here!"

Qin Miaoxi said sternly, "You don't say it because the person didn't die of illness, but was killed by you."

"Bullshit!" He roared with his eyes wide open, raised the shovel in his hand high, and smashed it down at Qin Miaoxi without hesitation.

"careful!"

Lu Qingchen's pupils suddenly shrank and he rushed forward quickly.

A black shadow flashed by, and a sharp whistling sound was heard as the shovel cut through the air, like a sharp arrow leaving a trembling aftermath in the air.

"Bang!"

The shovel flew out of Li Dazhuang's hand and pierced directly into the tree trunk a few meters away, causing the branches to shake and the leaves to rustle.

"You don't want your life!"

Qin Miaoxi dropped her kicking leg and started scolding angrily. If she hadn't been quick to pull Lu Qingchen away, the shovel would have hit him on the head.

Lu Qingchen stared blankly ahead, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock.

Li Dazhuang also looked frightened, but when Qin Miaoxi looked at him again, a terrifying and creepy feeling of fear arose spontaneously.

"you……"

Li Dazhuang raised his hand towards Qin Miaoxi, but Lu Qingchen, who had been stunned just now, immediately stood in front of her and warned with a cold look, "Try to touch her?"

If Qin Miaoxi hadn't seen Lu Qingchen's trembling legs, she would have believed in his bravery.

Who would have thought that this seemingly majestic young marquis was actually a weak young marquis, but he was quite thoughtful.

Li Dazhuang was frightened by his sharp gaze and took two steps back. He swallowed his saliva subconsciously, but he kept shouting, "Someone come! Someone is killing someone."

As he shouted, dozens of villagers rushed out from all directions, each holding a shovel and a wooden stick, staring at the two of them with murderous eyes.

An elderly man walked out of the crowd, his weathered eyes fixed on Qin Miaoxi and the others, "Who are you? What are you doing in our village?"

Li Dazhuang quickly ran to the villagers and said anxiously, "Village chief, these two people want to kill me, you must save me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a villager immediately responded, "That's right, I felt strange when they came to ask for directions just now. They really are not good people."

"Get out of our Su Village now."

"No, we should arrest them and report them to the police."

The shouts of expulsion rose one after another, and the sound resounded through the sky.

The bright sun shone on their faces, bringing a burning sensation, making them look like bandits from hell, ferocious and evil.

Lu Qingchen looked at all of them nervously, "Shut up, I am..."