The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

When Shi Xinzhe heard Qin Miaoxi's words, his tone was filled with doubt: "The deceased's daughter? Could she still have a grudge against her own mother? They are biological mother and daughter."

"Biological?" Qin Miaoxi raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "That's not necessarily true. Don't forget that piece of Ruan Yunsha."

Shi Xinzhe was stunned. "Even though Ruan Yunsha is in swaddling clothes, it shouldn't be her daughter's!"

He paused mid-sentence, "Ruan Yunsha was woven only a dozen years ago. You're not going to say that the old woman picked up the daughter, are you?"

Qin Miaoxi nodded slowly and said, "According to the neighbors' description, the deceased wasn't very kind to her daughter. Beating and scolding her were minor incidents. She even tried to sell her to an old man in the village several times. This mother-daughter relationship is long gone in name only. If her daughter becomes successful in the future, she might hold a grudge and even seek revenge."

After listening to this, Shi Xinzhe was silent for a moment, frowning.

He obviously hadn't considered this, but Qin Miaoxi's analysis was reasonable, and he had to admit that this possibility did exist.

"You have a point." Shi Xinzhe nodded, his tone heavy. "If that's true, then the deceased's daughter does have a motive for murder. However, no one knows where she is now. If we search without any clues, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. It will be difficult to find her whereabouts."

Qin Miaoxi's eyes were firm and her tone was steady: "Then investigate the human traffickers in the city one by one. I have already described the woman's appearance based on the villagers' description, which should help you narrow down the scope."

"Okay! I'll send someone to check it out right away."

Shi Xinzhe was overjoyed when he took the portrait. This money was well spent! He didn't expect that he could even get a portrait of a person.

He was about to leave when he seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate. He immediately turned around and praised him, "Coroner Qin is indeed thoughtful and well done!"

Hearing his perfunctory words, Qin Miaoxi's mouth twitched fiercely, "Master Shi, please go and get busy!"

There's really no need for this kind of complimenting nonsense.

After everyone left, Lu Shiya finally spoke up, "If the deceased's daughter really came back for revenge, she would be truly ruthless, capable of killing all three members of this family."

Ye Lingrong clenched her fists and said indignantly, "This old woman really deserves it! She was so cruel to her own daughter, no wonder she got retribution!"

Qin Miaoxi glanced at her, her tone calm but with a hint of warning: "Everything now is just speculation, not the truth. And when investigating a case, you must not bring personal emotions into it, so as not to make wrong judgments."

Ye Lingrong stuck out her tongue and nodded awkwardly, "I understand, Sister Qin."

She glanced at the two of them, took a deep breath helplessly, and walked out of the yamen.

The two people behind him followed closely, "Where are you going?"

“Strolling around!”

Qin Miaoxi seemed to be walking aimlessly on the street, her steps leisurely, as if she was just strolling around. However, if you look closely, you will find that her footsteps are gradually moving towards the slums.

There, dilapidated houses were crowded, the streets were narrow and messy, and the air was filled with a mixture of mold and decay. Beggars sat or lay in groups of three or four in the street corners, their eyes empty and their clothes ragged.

Lu Shiya followed behind Qin Miaoxi, looking around vigilantly.

Although this was Jingzhao, at the foot of the emperor, she had seen the slums at the border. She knew that one should never underestimate the evil in people. When pushed to the limit, these people could turn into dangerous beasts at any time.

Ye Lingrong, the daughter of a Grand Secretary, showed no sign of pampering. Her gaze fell on the ragged beggars, eyes filled with sympathy. Especially when she saw the barefoot, skinny children, a wave of pity welled up in her heart. She subconsciously reached for her purse, wanting to give them some silver.

However, before her hand touched the purse, she was stopped by Lu Shiya.

"What are you doing?" Ye Lingrong glared at Lu Shiya with some dissatisfaction, "Don't you see how pitiful they are? I just want to help them..."

"Shut up!" Lu Shiya's voice was as cold as ice, and her eyes were filled with a sharp chill. "Follow me closely and don't run around. If you get lost here, no one will save you."

Ye Lingrong was shocked by the coldness in Lu Shiya's eyes. She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

Although she often quarreled with Lu Shiya, she had never seen her with such an expression. That cold and sharp gaze seemed to be able to pierce people's hearts.

She subconsciously shrank her neck, withdrew her hand obediently, and said no more.

Qin Miaoxi didn't look at them and continued walking forward slowly.

Her eyes swept over the beggars on both sides of the street, as if looking for something.

Suddenly, she stopped in front of an old man huddled in a corner, his clothes ragged, his hair disheveled, his face covered in deep wrinkles.

He was holding a broken bowl in his hand, which was empty. His cloudy and lifeless eyes stared straight ahead, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Qin Miaoxi walked over, squatted down, took out a piece of silver from her sleeve, and gently put it into the old man's bowl.

The sound of "bang" finally woke the old man's soul. He raised his head, a hint of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes, and then he spoke tremblingly: "Thank you, young lady... Thank you, young lady..."

Qin Miaoxi smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone: "Old man, how long have you been here?"

He hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice: "It's been...many years."

Qin Miaoxi nodded and continued to ask: "Have you ever seen a young woman, about twenty years old, like this?"

As she spoke, she took out a portrait.

The old man's eyes flickered when he saw the painting, then he lowered his head and said in a deeper voice, "No... I haven't seen it."

Qin Miaoxi didn't ask any more questions, but took out another silver ingot and put it in his bowl, then stood up and turned to leave.

Lu Shiya followed behind and asked in a low voice: "What were you doing just now?"

"Help the poor."

Lu Shiya fell silent. Only Ye Lingrong looked at the two of them in confusion and asked timidly, "Sister Qin also gave money, why didn't you tell me?"

Lu Shiya glanced at them fiercely, and Ye Lingrong immediately shrank her neck and dared not say anything. She followed the two of them and left the slums in three or two steps.

Qin Miaoxi walked in front. She came to the slums because the news here was the most well-informed and it was the best choice for hiding. If the deceased's daughter had been bought, she would definitely be able to get the news from here based on her appearance, or she would be hiding here. Either way, she could get a clue from here.

They had just walked out of the slums, and before the two of them could catch up to ask, they saw a man running straight towards Qin Miaoxi.

"careful!"