The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

When he arrived in front of the Zhao family mansion, Zhao Tongpan stood far away, his steps hesitant, his eyes flickering, and he never dared to step over the threshold.

Seeing this, Qin Miaoxi frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly: "What are you waiting for?"

Judge Zhao's face was pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and his voice was trembling. "Mr. Qin, do I... do I really have to go in? Or... can you send someone else?"

His heart was filled with fear, as if there was an abyss behind the door, and once he stepped in, there would be no way out.

Qin Miaoxi sneered, her eyes like knives piercing his heart: "Do you think they will let you go if you retreat now? You have already been involved in this and there is no escape. This is your only chance to atone for your sins. If you miss it, there will be no more."

Cold sweat oozed from Zhao Tongpan's forehead. His teeth were clenched, and his eyes were fixed on Qin Miaoxi, as if he was struggling with something. After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and hurried: "You...can you promise not to convict me later?"

Qin Miaoxi glanced at him indifferently, her expression calm, but she didn't say a word.

At this moment, a steady voice came from behind: "I will ensure that you will not die."

Zhao Tongpan suddenly turned around and saw Shi Xinzhe walking slowly towards him, his expression stern and his eyes as sharp as a torch. He stood beside Qin Miaoxi and said firmly and forcefully, "As long as you cooperate with us, I will ensure your survival."

Judge Zhao stared at Shi Xinzhe in a daze, as if he had grasped the last straw of life. The fear in his eyes receded slightly, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

He took a deep breath and finally nodded, his voice filled with determination: "Okay... I'll go in. You must save my life!"

Seeing that he finally gave in, Qin Miaoxi breathed a sigh of relief and said in a slightly slower tone, "Don't worry, you won't die with us here."

Zhao Tongpan gritted his teeth, an expression of heroic sacrifice appeared on his face, he straightened his back, and strode towards the gate of Zhao Mansion.

Shi Xinzhe watched his back disappear through the doorway before turning his head and asking in a low voice, "Have you arranged for the protection?"

"Yes, we've arranged five people in the dark to provide support at any time." Qin Miaoxi answered, frowned slightly, and asked, "Master Shi, have those assassins confessed the real culprit behind the scenes?"

Shi Xinzhe's face was heavy as he nodded. He said in a low voice, "I found out it was Lord Cui Zhibao."

"Is it really him?" Qin Miaoxi was slightly stunned, a complicated look flashing in her eyes. Although this answer was unexpected, it was also reasonable.

Shi Xinzhe said coldly, "Cui Zhibao, as an important official of the imperial court, was actually involved in such a case. It seems that the water behind this is deeper than we imagined."

Qin Miaoxi's eyes were stern, and her tone was a bit stern: "No matter how deep the water is, we must get to the bottom of it. Since Cui Zhibao dared to take action, it means that he has jumped off the wall with desperation. We must hurry and find solid evidence, otherwise there will be more trouble than good."

Shi Xinzhe nodded, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. "That's right. Since Judge Zhao has already gone in, we can't just sit there idle. Qin the Coroner, what do you think we should do next?"

Qin Miaoxi thought for a moment and whispered, "I'll take some people to secretly support Zhao Tongpan and ensure his safety. Lord Shi, why don't you dispatch some people to keep a close eye on Cui Zhibao's every move? If we find solid evidence here, we'll close the net immediately."

Shi Xinzhe nodded in agreement, his eyes sharp. "Alright, I'll make arrangements right away. However, since Cui Zhibao dared to attack Zhao Bianxiu, it means he has no scruples. You must be extremely careful and not alert the enemy."

Qin Miaoxi nodded in agreement. They could not afford to make any mistakes in this operation.

The night wind blew by, bringing a hint of coolness. This invisible struggle with the old Hanlin had just begun.

Inside the Zhao residence, Zhao Tongpan walked hesitantly along the path, his steps slow and light, as if afraid to startle anything. His eyes darted around nervously, feeling a certain someone might suddenly burst out from the shadows and slash his throat with a knife. The night wind rustled through the treetops, creating a gentle rustle. The occasional chirping of insects and birds frightened him, and his back was already drenched in cold sweat.

Finally, he arrived at the backyard.

It was eerily quiet here, awash in blossoms. The flowers should have appeared soft and charming under the moonlight, but now, in his eyes, there was a chilling coldness. The fragrance of the flowers filled his nostrils, but it made him feel suffocated, as if every flower was coldly watching his every move.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed his fear, and quickly walked to the flowerbed. Crouching, he used trembling hands to dig through the soft soil, creating a shallow pit. Then, he pulled the torn confession from his pocket and quickly stuffed it into the pit, frantically replacing the soil. His movements were hurried and clumsy, fearing even a second of delay.

After doing all this, he stood up suddenly, without even having time to shake off the dirt on his hands, and left in a hurry without looking back.

His steps became faster and faster, and finally he almost ran out of the backyard. The night wind still blew, blowing the corners of his clothes, but it could not blow away the fear in his heart.

Suddenly, a mocking voice came from my ear, with a hint of teasing: "Wow! You run quite fast."

Zhao Tongpan's blood seemed to freeze instantly. A chill ran down his spine and into the back of his head, leaving him unable to move. His steps came to a sudden halt, and even his breathing stopped. The only sound in his ears was his own pounding heartbeat.

The dark shadow behind him gradually approached, like an invisible net, enveloping him tightly. Then, a cold blade silently pressed against his shoulder, the sharp blade pressed against his neck, the cold seeping into his skin, as if it would cut his throat at any moment.

Zhao Tongpan's throat rolled, but no sound came out. His body was as stiff as stone, and even his breathing became cautious, fearing that the blade would mercilessly cut his skin if he moved even a little.

"Run, why don't you run?" The shadow's voice was low and cold, with a hint of sarcasm. "President Zhao, it's so late, what are you busy doing here?"

Beads of cold sweat the size of beans oozed out of Zhao Tongpan's forehead and slid down his cheeks.

He opened his mouth, his voice dry and trembling: "You... who are you? What do you want to do?"

The shadow chuckled, his tone a bit playful: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you probably won't be able to leave the Zhao Mansion tonight."

Before he finished speaking, the blade moved closer. Zhao Tongpan could even feel a slight pain and warm blood in his neck.

His heart was beating like a drum, his mind was blank, and there was only one thought left - he was finished.

"Die!"

At this critical moment, two strong winds suddenly came from the left and right, and the black shadow's movement paused slightly. The blade slightly deviated from Zhao Tongpan's neck and somersaulted several meters away.

In an instant, two shining swords fell from the place where he had just stopped. Two yamen runners stared at the black shadow with a fierce look, "Who are you?"

The black shadow sneered, and with a move of spreading its wings like a roc, it immediately became entangled with the two yamen runners. Soon the other three also appeared and joined the battle.

But the black shadow's martial arts were really powerful, and he was not at a disadvantage when fighting against five people at the same time.

After several more rounds, the five yamen runners were actually at a disadvantage. Just when they were exhausted from dealing with the situation, a black shadow threw a dart at Zhao Tongpan, hitting him straight in the center of gravity.

"Help me! Help me!"