The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

Suddenly, Shi Xinzhe's brows were twisted into a knot, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, scanning the corpse repeatedly, not missing any details.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, with a hint of confusion that was hard to conceal in his voice: "What?"

Qin Miaoxi leaned forward slightly, her finger pointed precisely at the wound on the body, her voice low but clear: "The deceased's shoulder blade is broken, and there are two purple bruises on the back of the deceased."

She paused, her fingers gently pressing the deceased's chest and back, her expression growing more serious. "I pressed here just now, and both the chest and back are squeezed and dislocated to varying degrees."

Shi Xinzhe's pupils shrank suddenly. He took a step forward and asked anxiously and suppressedly, "What does this mean?"

Qin Miaoxi straightened up, met Shi Xinzhe's gaze, and spoke slowly, "This means the deceased suffered an extremely powerful external impact, most likely from both front and back. Judging from the extent of the fractured shoulder blade..."

Shi Xinzhe's frown deepened. He paced slowly around the corpse, his mind racing: "The deceased couldn't have hanged himself, right?"

Qin Miaoxi nodded in appreciation. This guy could finally keep up with her pace.

"You're absolutely right. Judging from the bruises on the surface of his skin, this is a trauma he suffered before his death. Because of this, Qian Baiwan had a hard time even lifting his arms, so how could he have tied himself up with a rope and committed suicide?"

"Then how did this happen?" Shi Xinzhe said to himself, "It looks like it was hit by something heavy."

"Yes, it's a pincer attack." Qin Miaoxi's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at the other party closely, and said anxiously, "Master Shi, I have a guess in my mind, and I need your cooperation to verify it."

"I will do my best to serve you."

Before Shi Xinzhe could finish his words, a sudden and powerful force attacked him from behind. He was pushed against the wall, and his arms were pinned behind his back. The severe pain instantly spread throughout his body like an electric current.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Shi Xinzhe screamed. He could never have imagined that Qin Miaoxi, who looked weak in front of him, could burst out with such powerful strength. It was really unbelievable.

But Qin Miaoxi had no intention of stopping. Instead, she squeezed him even harder and said coldly, "Master Shi, how do you feel now?"

Shi Xinzhe's face was filled with despair, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "I want to die!"

Qin Miaoxi looked calm and continued to ask, "I mean, do you feel like your ribs are about to break?"

"It's broken, it's broken." Shi Xinzhe responded with a sad face.

"What about the back?" Qin Miaoxi asked.

"My back is about to fall apart." Shi Xinzhe cried.

At this time, Qin Miaoxi let go of her hand, stared at Shi Xinzhe, and asked, "Master Shi, do you understand now?"

Shi Xinzhe rubbed his aching arm and muttered, "What do you know? I just... Are you saying that's how the murderer got the wounds?"

"That's right." Qin Miaoxi nodded slightly, her expression calm. "That man pushed Qian Baiwan hard against the wall, exerting too much force, causing his ribs to break from the impact. Also, because his arms were restrained in that position, two semicircular scars were left on his back."

"This murderer is quite strong, he must be a man!"

"Yes, I think so too. Besides, the other party must have some skills, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hang millions of dollars on the beam so easily."

Shi Xinzhe nodded thoughtfully, "Qian Baiwan previously sold the rice shop's grain at a low price. He must have been financially challenged. The person who killed him must have profited from it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly said hello: "I'll go check his family and competitors to see if I can find any clues."

Looking at his hurriedly leaving back, Qin Miaoxi opened her mouth, but said nothing in the end.

After hesitating for a moment, she turned around and asked the yamen runner for Qian Baiwan's account book, which contained not only the accounts of the rice shop, but also the income and expenditure of Qian's family.

Qin Miaoxi's eyes were as fast as lightning as she flipped through the account book. In just one hour, she had finished looking through the accounts for this year.

These accounts all recorded normal sales and purchases, and there was nothing unusual in the source and flow of the funds. Although there were records of the Wang family's purchases in the account books, the amount and quantity of grain purchased each month were consistent with normal, so there was really no flaw to be found.

Then she opened the account book that recorded the family's income and expenditure. After turning a few pages, her brows furrowed tightly.

In this account book, there was an expenditure of nearly three hundred taels of silver every month. In the column for the purpose of the funds, there was only the word "charity" written in a sloppy manner, but the specific destination was not indicated.

"Butler, where was this money donated to?" Qin Miaoxi asked the Qian family's butler, holding the account book and frowning slightly.

However, the housekeeper looked embarrassed, hesitant and knew nothing about anything.

The housekeeper grimaced, rubbing his hands together awkwardly. He said awkwardly, "To answer your question, young lady, I really don't know where the master donated all this money. Over the years, the master has always been kind and keen to help the poor. The amount of donations he makes every year is quite considerable. However, this matter has always been done by the master himself. We, the servants, have never even touched a corner of this charity money."

"You don't know anything at all?" Qin Miaoxi raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes full of confusion.

The housekeeper nodded repeatedly and explained, "Well, the master said that those poor families also have their own dignity and face. If we rashly reveal the other party's identity, I am afraid they will be laughed at by outsiders. That's why they acted this way and hid it from us."

"Does Qian Baiwan donate silver every time?"

"Yes."

Qin Miaoxi suddenly changed the subject, a faint smile playing on the corner of her mouth. She stared at the housekeeper with a sharp gaze, "A few days ago, I saw your master interacting closely with the old Hanlin Cui Zhibao. Could it be that they were doing some charity work together?"

Upon hearing this, the housekeeper frowned slightly, a subtle hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He then responded respectfully, "Young lady, I'm afraid you've misunderstood. My master has never met Lord Cui, nor has he ever had any dealings with the Cui family."

"Oh? No way!" Qin Miaoxi frowned slightly, feigning embarrassment as she recalled the incident, a sly glint in her eyes. "That day, I clearly saw a man in official uniform chatting happily with your master. With that demeanor and style, who else could it be but Lord Cui?"

The housekeeper suddenly slapped his forehead and said in sudden realization, "Miss, are you talking about Editor Zhao?"

Qin Miaoxi's expression froze instantly when she heard this. Her eyes were filled with astonishment, and she subconsciously murmured, "Master Zhao? Could it be that... I really saw it wrong?"

The butler's expression was firm, his tone filled with certainty, "Of course it must be! My master and Lord Zhao have a very close personal relationship. Not only do they usually work together for charity and help the people, but they also often get together in their spare time to discuss history and the past, and exchange ideas on literature and history. They are truly close friends with similar aspirations."

"Isn't your master good friends with Sun Fuhai and Zhou Sheng?"

"Exactly! My master has a wide circle of friends, interacting with people from all walks of life, and has many good friends!"

A sharp light flashed in Qin Miaoxi's eyes, and she said calmly, "In that case, please list down for me in detail all the people your master knows, regardless of their status, whether they are officials, business tycoons, or ordinary people."

"Ah!?" The butler's face was filled with astonishment, and he stood there in disbelief for a moment.