The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

Qin Miaoxi grabbed Lu Qingchen's arm tightly with both hands, staring at his hand with burning eyes, as if she was looking at something extremely precious.

Lu Qingchen was bewildered by her sudden action. He looked around and his voice became stammering: "What...what happened?"

[It's over, it's over. Is my wife planning something bad to me? Pfft, it's a sneak attack. No, it's just some humming and humming that shouldn't be told to outsiders. Oh no! I'm not ready yet, you're such an impatient bastard.]

Qin Miaoxi: "..."

Her eyelids were twitching wildly, and her fists were clenched involuntarily, almost throwing the person out.

In the end, her rationality prevailed. She took a deep breath and said coldly, "Give me your hand."

Lu Qingchen didn't detect the coldness in her words at all. Instead, he was delighted and immediately extended his hand as she requested, secretly delighting himself: [Sure enough, my wife is about to visit me... Pah, pah, are you pampering me?]

Qin Miaoxi slowly approached, her rosy lips gradually coming up, and the same medicinal fragrance as hers instantly rushed into his nose.

Lu Qingchen subconsciously closed his eyes, his heart pounding like thunder, and his ears turned red.

【Don’t be nervous, I’m not nervous. 】

He silently encouraged himself in his heart and even began to imagine the next scene.

But he waited for a long time, and there was always cold air in front of him, and the expected warm touch did not appear.

He cautiously opened one eye and peeked, and the ripples in his mind were instantly shattered.

Qin Miaoxi just moved closer to the calligraphy in his hand, examined it carefully, took a deep breath, and suddenly realized, "So the smell comes from here."

Lu Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes, the expectation on his face froze instantly, and then turned into an embarrassed blush.

He coughed dryly twice, trying to hide his embarrassment: "Ah? Oh... so it's about reading."

Qin Miaoxi glanced at him with a hint of disgust in her eyes: "What else? What do you think I'm going to do?"

Lu Qingchen quickly waved his hands and laughed dryly, "Nothing... nothing! I just think there's something wrong with this character, haha..."

[I was so self-indulgent. This time I've embarrassed myself terribly! ]

He wailed in his heart and wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Qin Miaoxi rolled her eyes at him, but didn't let him go and asked, "Tell me what's the problem?"

Lu Qingchen stared at the words in a daze. Who knew this?

Qin Miaoxi didn't bother to pay attention to Lu Qingchen's random thoughts. She turned around and walked straight to the desk, reaching out to pick up the inkstone for writing.

Her eyes were cold and focused, and her fingertips gently stroked the surface of the inkstone. Then she scraped the edge of the inkstone twice with her fingernails, and fine powder fell down.

Seeing this, Lu Qingchen couldn't help but move forward and asked in a low voice: "Is there anything wrong with this inkstone?"

Qin Miaoxi remained silent, but gently twisted the powder on her fingertips, frowning unconsciously, and then sprinkled the powder into the clear water. The clear water instantly turned a dark red, slowly spreading in the water like blood.

Qin Miaoxi stared at the red color, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "There is indeed a problem."

Seeing this, the embarrassment on Lu Qingchen's face was instantly replaced by solemnity.

He moved closer and asked suspiciously in a low voice, "This...isn't it blood?"

Qin Miaoxi nodded, her gaze still fixed on the dark red color, her tone calm and firm: "It's human blood."

After saying this, she suddenly turned her gaze to the teapot on the desk. When she entered, she noticed a strange detail - Cui Zhibao didn't even use teacups to drink tea, and the teacups were still neatly placed on the round table in the distance, as if they had never been used.

Qin Miaoxi frowned slightly, reached out to pick up the teapot and shook it gently.

There was a "clang" sound of water coming from the pot, as if something was shaking inside, and then a strong fishy smell overflowed from the mouth of the pot, instantly filling the air, making people sick.

Lu Qingchen covered his nose, his expression suddenly changed: "This smell...what's going on?"

Qin Miaoxi's eyes were stern and her tone was low: "The teapot is definitely not filled with tea."

She tilted the teapot gently, pointed the spout at the table, and slowly poured out the liquid. However, what flowed out was not clear tea, but a dark red, viscous liquid with a strong fishy smell that made people shudder.

Lu Qingchen's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was shocked and horrified: "This...isn't it also human blood?"

Qin Miaoxi twisted the liquid on the table with her fingers, nodded with a frown, and said, "It's dark in color and sticky in texture. It's human blood. And, judging from the color and smell, this human blood has been there for some time, at least several months ago, or even longer."

Lu Qingchen couldn't help but gasp: "It really is human blood? Why is there so much human blood in Cui Zhibao's study? Could he be..."

Qin Miaoxi stared at him intently, her eyes full of anticipation, as if she was expecting him to say what he had not yet finished.

Lu Qingchen was stared at by her bright and beautiful eyes. The attention she showed in them instantly filled him with endless energy. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Could he be a monster that drinks human blood to prolong his life?"

Qin Miaoxi: "..."

She looked up at the ceiling, speechless, and secretly complained in her heart: What am I expecting?

"What? Was I wrong?" Lu Qingchen murmured softly, his lips curled slightly. "I think my guess is almost right. That old Hanlin Cui Zhibao must be nearly a hundred years old! But he looks like he's in his sixties or seventies. Everyone says he lives a long life because he's good at self-cultivation, but I don't think so. Maybe he's relying on drinking human blood to prolong his life!"

Qin Miaoxi's eyes flickered with surprise when she heard this. This man was outspoken and spoke nonsense, but his mind was quick. This answer was essentially the same as the theory of rejuvenation.

Qin Miaoxi carefully wrapped the inkstone and teapot and put them into the cloth bag she carried with her. These were all evidence.

Just as she set the inkstone down, her fingertips brushed against it, and a crisp metallic clinking sound echoed. Startled slightly, she turned the inkstone over in confusion. Her eyes widened in shock—a badge was firmly attached to the bottom of the inkstone. Upon closer inspection, it was the black iron badge branding iron they had been searching for!

“So it’s here.”

Qin Miaoxi couldn't help but murmur softly. A few days ago, they had practically turned the Zhao and Qian residences upside down, but to no avail. Who could have imagined that Cui Zhibao would hide this crucial piece of evidence in such an unexpected place, right under everyone's noses? It truly proved the saying, "The most dangerous place is the safest place."

She put the things in place swiftly, but did not leave. Instead, she continued to search the house with a frown on her face.

Lu Qingchen followed her closely, like a shadow, turning around with her movements.

Seeing that she had been busy for a long time but found nothing, Lu Qingchen became anxious and couldn't help asking, "What are you looking for? I'll help you find it."

Qin Miaoxi suddenly stopped and turned to look at Lu Qingchen, a gleam in her eyes: "You have seen the account book, didn't you say there was only half of it? Do you think the other half is here?"

"Of course not!" Lu Qingchen said without hesitation: "As the saying goes, don't put all your eggs in one basket."

"what?"

"It's easy to catch them all at once."

Qin Miaoxi pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly and said, "That makes sense!"