The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

Qin Miaoxi's eyes suddenly became serious. "Does anyone come to this cave often?"

"No, this place is very remote and no one usually comes here."

Qin Miaoxi nodded, as if thinking about something.

"Mr. Qin, is there any problem?"

The yamen runner's questioning voice interrupted her thoughts. She stood up and shook her head, "No, let's keep going!"

Inside the cave, one can see a vast expanse of jagged rocks, with stalagmites and pillars of various shapes standing tall, like sharp swords piercing the dome and springing up from the ground like bamboo shoots after rain, echoing the stalactites on the cave ceiling. Further ahead is an underground river, its water crystal clear, shimmering in the light of the fire.

With a soft "tick-tock" sound, ripples appeared on the water surface and the sound echoed in the quiet space.

Soon, several torches were inserted into the surrounding walls to illuminate the area. Several stalagmites stood out, attracting attention. This was where the body was found.

One of the victims, a young woman, was found impaled on a stalagmite, her entire body pierced through. She was kneeling, her mouth sewn shut with silk thread, and her exposed skin bore marks from lashings with clubs. A bloody hole was visible on her head, and white stone fragments surrounded her scalp. The victim had been subjected to violent treatment using stalactites, including beatings and blows to the head.

Diagonally opposite her was the corpse of an elderly woman, her waist broken and hanging on a thick stalactite. Blood flowed from her seven orifices and lower body, staining the nearby ground dark red.

Finally, there was a stalactite hanging from the ceiling of the cave, on which hung the body of a middle-aged man with his limbs spread wide. He was naked, and his limbs were tied and fixed. Although there were no extra scars on his body, his vital parts had been removed, and his death was extremely ugly.

The three bodies died in tragic circumstances. Qin Miaoxi's first reaction was that it was a revenge killing. When she was about to go forward for further inspection, she suddenly heard the hearty laughter of Liang Hongkai from the Dali Temple from above.

"Xiao Qin! You're too late. I already know who the murderer is."

I just heard him speak with great confidence, and his old face was squeezed into a chrysanthemum shape.

[The murderer is Marquis Xuanping—Lu Qingchen.]

Qin Miaoxi: “?”

Suddenly, her head was buzzing. Could it be the person she was thinking of?

【Tongzi, who did he just talk about? 】

[Marquis Xuanping, Lu Qingchen. Five years ago, he was a top-ranking official in the imperial examinations. Unfortunately, he misbehaved in front of the emperor and was stripped of his honors. Since then, he has fallen into disgrace and is now the leader of the Jingzhao dandies.]

Qin Miaoxi looked up at the sky in silence. [I'm asking, is Lu Qingchen the murderer?]

"Xiao Xixi, how would they know this? You have to investigate on your own! You only have one year left to live, I'm rooting for you!"

Qin Miaoxi: "..."

Thank you for listening to me.

The sky was hazy with mist and rain, the pleasure boats were drifting slowly, and several lights lit up the long river.

Inside an exquisite pleasure boat, the sounds of stringed instruments were heard constantly, and the dancers danced gracefully, their graceful figures captivating the eyes of the men present.

A young man in gorgeous clothes was leaning on the couch with an unruly smile on his face.

He was seen gently shaking the wine in the glass, and the rich aroma of the wine filled the air. He was surrounded by young men who were flattering him and speaking in a dissolute manner.

A wretched-looking man leaned close to a young man's ear and whispered, "Young Marquis, how's the stuff this time?"

And that young man was none other than Marquis Xuanping, a famous playboy in Jingzhao, Lu Qingchen.

The piano stopped playing, and the lead dancer exchanged glances with them, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Lu Qingchen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, chuckled, drank the wine in the glass, and praised loudly: "Good."

At this moment, the pleasure boat suddenly shook violently, causing several people on the boat to fall to the ground, and the fruits and wine on the table were scattered all over the floor.

Lu Qingchen asked unhappily, "What's going on?"

As soon as the voice fell, a slender woman rushed in. She was wearing a lavender dress, the hem of which fluttered as lightly as clouds.

The moonlight shone on her face, making her look like a fairy, with eyebrows as dark as distant black, eyes as clear as autumn water, and lips that were naturally red. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, a few strands dancing gently in the breeze.

At this moment, she bit her lower lip slightly and glanced around nervously, with a hint of panic and curiosity in her eyes.

The woman's gaze finally fell on Lu Qingchen. She moved lightly with lotus steps, her skirt swaying like a willow in the wind, and stood firmly in front of Lu Qingchen.

"Excuse me, are you the Marquis of Xuanping?"

The clear and pleasant voice was like an oriole, which made Lu Qingchen fall into a trance.

Is it her?