The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

He Chengyu's face was pale, and he looked at Qin Miaoxi and the others with bloodshot eyes. He roared at the top of his lungs: "Tell me, should they be killed?!"

Ge Shu's face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He pointed at He Chengyu tremblingly, his voice filled with fear and anger: "You... don't talk nonsense! That was all Yan Xiao's idea, it has nothing to do with me! I... I just... just..."

"Just what?"

Qin Miaoxi interrupted him coldly, "Are you just watching from the side, or are you helping to hold down He Chengyu's hands and feet?"

Ge Shu was speechless after being asked this question. He collapsed to the ground and muttered to himself: "It's none of my business... It's none of my business..."

With a "puff", Ge Shu spat out a mouthful of black blood, fell limply to the ground, and twitched all over.

Liang Hongkai looked at him in shock, "What's going on?"

Qin Miaoxi immediately stepped forward to feel the pulse and said thoughtfully, "You are poisoned."

"Hahaha! Ge Shu, I won't let you go even if I die." He Chengyu roared to the sky, a sigh of relief from having his revenge taken. "These spices are made from Gelsemium elegans. Even a Daluo Immortal can't save you now."

Liang Hongkai shuddered all over and immediately asked the yamen runners to open the doors and windows wide, and to extinguish the incense in the incense burner on the ground.

He asked Qin Miaoxi nervously, "Xiao Qin, should we also take a detoxification pill or something?"

They hid in the house for a long time, breathing in a lot of smoke. In this situation, wasn't the same thing that happened to Ge Shu before happening to them?

Qin Miaoxi directly took out two medicine bottles and said, "One pill for each of you. I will take Ge Shu to the next room for treatment."

After that, she carried Ge Shu effortlessly with her thin body and walked straight to the next room.

Behind him, He Chengyu's voice was still arrogant and complacent, with a hint of sarcasm: "Don't waste your energy! Even Shennong Shanglu couldn't survive the poison of the heartbreak grass back then. Do you think you are a miracle doctor? He will definitely die!"

Qin Miaoxi turned a deaf ear to his words, and with steady and quick steps, she quickly took Ge Shu away from the scene.

Inside the house, Liang Hongkai and the other yamen runners pulled out detoxification pills from their pockets and quickly swallowed them. Even He Chengyu, who had been shouting, was forcibly restrained by two yamen runners and a pill was forced into his mouth.

"No! I don't need this!"

He Chengyu struggled desperately, retching and trying to spit out the pill. His voice was filled with determination and madness. "My great revenge has been avenged, my wish has been fulfilled. What is the point of living? Let me die!"

His voice was hoarse and desperate, as if the flame of life had been extinguished, leaving only endless ashes. However, the yamen runners ignored his resistance and held his jaw tightly, ensuring that he swallowed the pill.

Liang Hongkai looked at him coldly, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty: "He Chengyu, your life and death are not decided by you. Your crimes have not yet been tried, and the Dali Temple will not let you off easily."

He Chengyu slumped on the ground, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of emptiness and numbness.

He murmured softly, "Liberation? Ha... Do you think this will allow me to survive? I'm just a useless piece of shit now, what's the point of living..."

Qin Miaoxi walked out of the next room and frowned slightly when she heard He Chengyu's whisper.

She walked to Liang Hongkai's side and whispered, "Sir, Ge Shu's condition is not optimistic. There is no cure for the heartbreak grass. Now..."

Unfortunately, no matter how soft her voice was, He Chengyu still heard it.

"He's dead, haha! He's really dead, all dead..." He Chengyu's voice gradually lowered, but there was no satisfaction on his face after revenge. Instead, there was a dead silence. His eyes stared forward numbly, his pupils dilated, and there was no focus anymore.

Qin Miaoxi walked up to him and asked calmly, "Are you happy?"

He Chengyu raised his head dully, his eyes falling on her face. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and just shook his head blankly.

Qin Miaoxi sighed slightly, with a hint of pity in her tone: "How did you kill Yan Xiao and Nie Kangshun?"

He Chengyu's expression remained numb, like a puppet with its soul drained away. He mechanically recounted his dark past, "Ever since Liu Ruyan rescued me, I've served her as her daughter, becoming her personal maid. After learning that Yan Xiao and the others had deliberately gotten me drunk and tortured me, I began my revenge plan..."

His voice was low and hoarse, and he described the murder process without a trace of emotion: "I used the pseudonym Yuanyuan, a prostitute, to seduce Yan Xiao. To lure him into taking the bait, I deliberately claimed that I knew many high-ranking officials and nobles, and let him witness my interactions with them, including some of the examiners for this imperial examination."

At this point, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said sarcastically, "As I expected, Yan Xiao shamelessly painted that erotic painting of 'Green Bamboo' that was meant for me, and used it as a threat to force me to help him extract the exam questions and content from the examiners. I played the victim and had no choice but to obey his orders."

His tone gradually turned cold, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. "On the day I killed him, I used the exam questions I had to lure him to Jinghu Lake. Yan Xiao was overjoyed when he saw the questions, so he drank a few more glasses of spiked wine. Before he died of exhaustion, I pushed him into the lake, creating the illusion of a fall."

He paused, his voice still numb and hollow, as if he were recounting something that had nothing to do with him. "Before seducing Yan Xiao, the first person I contacted was Nie Kangshun. I already knew he was jealous of Yan Xiao and wanted Yan Xiao to lose everything. So, I played to his heart's desires. Not only did I give him money to participate in the imperial examination, I also offered to help him seduce Yan Xiao, ensuring that Yan Xiao could not surpass him."

At this point, He Chengyu's mouth twitched slightly, and he sneered, "That muscular idiot actually thought I was head over heels in love with him. After Yan Xiao died, he couldn't wait to come find me, so I used the same trick again, making him drink the spiked wine, and then... drowned him."

His voice grew colder, but the smile on his lips gradually widened, filled with a kind of almost insane delight. "In the end, only that coward Ge Shu was left. He's always believed in feng shui and numerology. After arriving in Jingzhao, he immediately went to Qingyun Temple. I know he drinks tonics year-round, and the Qingyun Temple director's tonic formula is world-famous. So, after he got the medicine package, I secretly added strychnine. By then, I won't have to do anything myself. Once he fails the imperial examination, he'll naturally become a madman."

His words were like a sharp knife, dissecting the dark past bit by bit and revealing the bloody truth.

The room was dead silent, and everyone stared at him silently, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. His revenge steps were linked together, and the three people with ulterior motives could not escape the trap he set.

And such a person...if he had not suffered persecution due to his disability, with his own knowledge and talents, even if he could not win the first prize in one fell swoop, he could at least pass the imperial examination and even become a famous person in the area.

Unfortunately, fate is cruel. Those who are blinded by jealousy not only ruin him, but also ruin themselves.

Qin Miaoxi looked at He Chengyu, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She asked softly, "Do you regret it?"

He Chengyu's smile gradually froze, and the madness in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a deep fatigue.

He lowered his head, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Regret? Haha... I no longer have the qualifications to regret."

The atmosphere in the room was so heavy that it was hard to breathe. Everyone was silent, and the sound of the wind outside the window could not dispel the endless sadness.