The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

A woman dressed as a maid suddenly rushed towards the yamen runner holding Liu Ruyan and shouted, "What are you doing? Let my young lady go!"

Liang Hongkai frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? How dare you interfere with the Dali Temple's investigation! Come, drag her away!"

The bailiffs quickly restrained the maid, but she struggled like crazy, her clothes in disarray due to her resistance.

Qin Miaoxi's eyes swept over her, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she stared at her in a daze.

She kept shouting, "Help! The officers are being hooligans! The officers are forcibly abducting me!"

The officers who caught her were suddenly at a loss, and looked at Liang Hongkai with questioning eyes: Sir, what should we do?

"Shut her mouth!" Liang Hongkai had a splitting headache because of the noise, and his only thought was to make her shut up.

Qin Miaoxi: "..."

Very good, something that didn’t happen originally has now become a fact in the eyes of outsiders, right?

She walked up to the maid and asked in a low voice, "Do you know something?"

The maid ignored her questions and continued to struggle and shout, "Let my young lady go! She is innocent! You can't force her to confess!"

"Xia Zhu, you have nothing to do here, go away!" When Liu Ruyan saw the maid, her eyes instantly turned red, but she still scolded her harshly, trying to get her to leave and not confront the government.

Unexpectedly, the maid named Xia Zhu did not understand her kindness at all. Instead, she rushed towards Liang Hongkai, knelt down in front of him, and said anxiously: "Sir, this servant knows..."

"Shut up!"

Liu Ruyan suddenly flew into a rage, her eyes wide open as she stared at her intently, saying word by word, "You audacious servant! The officials at the Dali Temple will give me justice. There's no need for you to meddle in other people's affairs! Get lost!"

After she finished speaking, she turned to Liang Hongkai, bowed slightly, and although her voice was a little trembling, she pretended to be calm: "Master Liang, I am willing to go back with you. Please release the irrelevant people."

Qin Miaoxi glanced at her thoughtfully. Was this "irrelevant person" referring to the madam, or the maidservant in front of her?

She had a vague suspicion in her mind and could not help but take another look at the maid. The maid had a delicate face, but her eyes revealed a wolfish and sinister look that was chilling.

She exchanged glances with Liang Hongkai and said coldly, "Take him away."

Soon, Liu Ruyan was taken back to the Dali Temple. Liang Hongkai looked at Qin Miaoxi and asked, "Xiao Qin, she's definitely the murderer, right? I'll go prepare for the interrogation."

"Sir, the person who entered Liu Ruyan's room has not been found yet."

"It doesn't matter whether we find it or not, we just need evidence...!?" Liang Hongkai suddenly paused, and then he suddenly realized that they didn't have any conclusive evidence.

"Xiao Qin, if you want to arrest someone, then you must have evidence!"

Qin Miaoxi said seriously: "No."

Liang Hongkai: "..."

Qin Miaoxi couldn't help but smile and said, "Sir, there's no need to rush to go to court. A day later won't hurt."

"why?"

"Wait for the evidence to come to your door." Qin Miaoxi smiled slightly, with a hint of deep meaning in her eyes.

In the prison, Liu Ruyan waited quietly. An hour slipped by, and not only did Liang Hongkai not show up for questioning, but not even a single yamen runner appeared.

Her previously calm heart gradually became unsteady, and she began to pace nervously, glancing towards the cell door with every step, her ears perked up, not missing any slightest movement. However, there was only dead silence around her; not a single footstep or voice could be heard.

Finally, she couldn't wait any longer and shouted outside: "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

But the only answer she got was still deathly silence. There was no one around. This silence made her panic to the extreme. In the end, only a series of hoarse voices echoed in the prison.

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"Amitabha! Buddha bless me, that incident really has nothing to do with me! Every wrong has its perpetrator, and the one who deserved death is already dead. Please don't let him come and claim my life!"

In the dim room, the rich scent of sandalwood filled the air. Incense burners were densely packed in every corner of the room, and Buddha statues of all sizes were enshrined on every available table. There were no less than thirty statues within sight.

The faces of the Buddha statues may be compassionate, majestic, or solemn, but they all have one thing in common: they all look like a man kneeling in the center of the room.

At this moment, he pressed his forehead against the cold ground, kowtowed again and again, and kept muttering words of prayer. After reciting a Buddhist mantra, he lit the incense in his hand and inserted it into the incense burner. After reciting another Buddhist mantra, he grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the brazier.

Soon the smoky smell of sandalwood and burning paper money enveloped the entire room in a hazy atmosphere, making it hard to breathe.

And this person was none other than Ge Shu, two of his classmates who had died.

He kept chanting, "Buddha bless you... Buddha bless you... Please don't let him come to me... Please don't..."

"Don't come to see anyone?"

A low, eerie, hoarse voice sounded in the corner, and Ge Shu's whole body stiffened instantly, as if a basin of ice water was poured over him from head to toe.

His movements came to an abrupt halt, and the paper money in his hand fell to the ground with a "click". The flame in the brazier flickered, reflecting his pale face.

"You...who are you?"

He slowly raised his head and vaguely saw a blurry figure standing in the corner. The expression and height were just like the person in his memory.

"It's you, you are He Chengyu." He shouted in horror, making bursts of broken sounds, and hid backward in horror.

But the figure was faster than him. In a few steps, it was in front of him, looking down at him.

At that moment, Ge Shu's heart stopped beating suddenly, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground. His limbs seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

"Aren't you asking for Buddha's blessing?" the voice sounded again, with a hint of sarcasm and coldness. "But will Buddha... really bless someone like you?"

Ge Shu's pupils suddenly contracted, and countless images flashed through his mind. His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently, and he muttered to himself: "He Chengyu, that incident has nothing to do with me. It's not me... It really isn't me..."

"It's not you?" The voice sneered, then suddenly raised its voice, "Then why can't you sleep every night? Why do you burn incense and worship Buddha every day? Isn't it because you have something wrong in your heart!"

Before he finished speaking, the figure suddenly came in front of him, and suddenly a pale face was revealed. Just as he guessed, it was He Chengyu.

"what--!"

Ge Shu let out a shrill scream and rolled and crawled backward until his back hit the cold wall.

He shook his head desperately, tears and sweat mixed together, blurring his vision. He begged for mercy in a trembling, almost incoherent voice: "Don't come over! Don't kill me!"

He Chengyu's lips curled up into a strange smile, "How did you torture me in the past? Today, I will make you pay with blood!"

Ge Shu could no longer bear it and broke down crying: "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please let me go... I am willing to atone for my sins... I am willing to do anything..."

"Atonement? Geshu, what you owe... is a life. Die!"