The mind-reading coroner drove the court crazy

The village chief stared at Qin Miaoxi in horror, while the villagers around him gathered around and questioned her.

"Village chief, what does she mean by that? Does it have anything to do with you that we can't grow crops in our fields?"

"Village chief, do you know who did this wicked thing? If you do, please tell us now! The crops in the fields cannot wait."

Everyone was talking at once to persuade him, so all the fire was directed at the village chief, who was immediately exhausted and unable to resist.

"No, I don't know. It has nothing to do with me."

But his guilty look made his excuses sound like sophistry, pale and powerless in the ears of everyone.

"She's spreading nonsense to try to undermine the unity of our village and harm me! Don't be fooled."

The villagers looked at this and that, not knowing who to believe for a moment. After all, Qin Miaoxi had no grudges against the village chief, so what good would it do her to do this?

Qin Miaoxi took out the paper that the village chief had dropped in the back village that day without hesitation. There was the village chief's handwriting on it.

"This is the letter you wrote to that man."

The surrounding villagers rushed over. Although none of them could read a single word, it did not stop them from joining in the fun.

Of course, some villagers had seen the village chief's handwriting and shouted to him, "Village chief, it really is your handwriting."

"Is he really the village chief?"

The village chief's pupils suddenly shrank. He snatched the paper and began to read it. He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "How can this prove that I'm related to him? I just said that someone else has arrived. What does this sentence prove?"

Qin Miaoxi stared at him intently and said, "Why can't you prove it? This is important evidence that proves you are related to the twenty-eight skeletons."

There was an uproar on the scene. Those skeletons were actually related to the village chief?

The village chief roared in frustration: "You are talking nonsense."

Qin Miaoxi clapped her hands, and several familiar faces were escorted over.

The villagers looked at each other in confusion. They were all from their village and didn't know what Qin Miaoxi meant by this.

Qin Miaoxi didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "These people are the first people in your village to plant crops and grow crops successfully!"

The villagers nodded in agreement, "Yes, it was the Earth God who forgave them first, so they can grow crops."

"They are just lucky, and now the crops are growing better and better."

Until now, they still attribute everything to the God of Land.

Qin Miaoxi couldn't help but sneer, "The Earth God can't be blamed for this. They did something to get the seeds and fertilizer. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to grow anything on that piece of land."

"How is this possible? We've tried using fertilizer and seeds, but not even grass has grown."

The villagers immediately retorted that they had tried everything they could and had never succeeded in growing anything.

"That's because you're using the wrong stuff."

Qin Miaoxi said firmly, "You did make a mistake more than a decade ago, but it wasn't the Earth God you offended, but someone else. To exact revenge on you, he planted pesticides and ants in all the farmland, causing the crops to wither and leaving no grass growing. He tricked you into thinking it was a curse from the Earth God."

Some villagers didn't believe her and immediately asked, "So what did they do?"

Qin Miaoxi's eyes swept over the few people and said coldly: "The tomb of the living."

"what?"

Just hearing these three words is enough to make people feel a chill in their hearts and a sense of fear arises spontaneously.

A bold person asked, "Are you talking about the bones in the pit with the snakes? Could that pit be a tomb for the living?"

"No, it's the place that collapsed due to heavy rain, and their bones were washed into the moat by the rain." Qin Miaoxi looked at the tied-up people. "Their names are all written on that stone tablet. What do you think?"

One of them immediately fell to his knees, lowering his head in tears, not daring to look at the eyes directed at him.

"I was wrong. I have lost all conscience. I killed my mother with my own hands! I will go to the underworld and make amends to her right now."

He stood up quickly while shouting, and suddenly ran towards the tree: "Mother, can you forgive me, this unfilial son?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to crash into the big tree.

Lu Qingchen scolded: "Stop him."

Two figures quickly appeared beside him and stopped the crazy man, while his wife and children broke free from the yamen runners and rushed towards him, hugging each other and crying bitterly.

"Dad, grandma will forgive you. She definitely doesn't want to see you hurt yourself."

The cries came one after another, and several other people over there began to kneel on the ground one after another to atone their sins.

From their fragmentary words, the villagers finally understood the whole story. It turned out that their mother did not run away from home or return to her parents' home, but was sent to a living tomb by her own son.

The practice of burying the dead alive is a common practice in remote areas, often occurring during times of famine. When an elderly person reaches the age of 50, their children, unable to work, place them in a cave-like tomb. They feed them for 49 days as a token of gratitude for their upbringing, then seal them in the cave and wait for them to slowly die.

Their behavior will be forgiven by the so-called land god, who will give them fertilizers and seeds in the land temple, so that the abandoned land can come back to life and grow crops and vegetables again.

They deceived themselves and told outsiders that the elderly ran away from home because they could not bear the hunger. In fact, because what they did was shameful and they were likely to be struck by lightning, they would never report to the police, let alone let anyone know the true situation of the missing elderly.

Therefore, no one in the village noticed that these elderly people had died long ago or were enjoying a good life in their parents' home. The reality was more cruel than imagined.

The villagers were shocked when they heard their story and asked in disbelief, "Is what he said true?"

Those people fell silent, but they could tell whether this matter was true or not.

One of the old men walked up to them in a rage, kicked them, and shouted, "Do you still have any humanity? That's your mother! How can you be so cruel? You are so heartless and ruthless."

The old man beat one after another, and when he had beaten them all, he was exhausted and out of breath.

Only then did someone pull him away and persuade him not to be angry, saying that it was not worth getting angry over these inhuman things.

Seeing that the old man had rested his strength and was about to rush forward to attack again, Qin Miaoxi smiled at him lightly, "Uncle, there is no need to be so excited. You may be their next candidate."

The old man felt a chill down his spine, and he trembled as he said, "What did you say?"

Qin Miaoxi said to herself, "Do you know why all the dead are women? Because when they get older, they lose their reproductive capacity, which makes it easier for their children to accept the fact that they are sent to a living tomb in exchange for the opportunity to farm."

The old man turned around and glared at his son, "Are you going to send me to jail?"

A trace of guilt flashed across his son's face. Wasn't Qin Miaoxi's prediction right?

The old man was furious, "I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

"Dad, this is what the village chief told me. How could I possibly think of such a sinister thing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the others began to accuse him, "Yes, the village chief told us that. This wasn't our idea!"

After beating his son, the old man raised his fist at the village chief and said, "So you were the one behind all this. We let you manage the village, and you're trying to kill us behind our backs."

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I just want the village to grow crops sooner!"

Soon, the situation turned into a situation where everyone was beating up the village chief. The yamen runner whispered to Qin Miaoxi, "Miss Qin, should we stop them?"

"No, talk after you've had enough."

A quarter of an hour later, the village chief fell to the ground, breathing out more than breathing in.

Qin Miaoxi then had the attacker pulled away, squatted beside him, and said with a smile, "Village Chief, now you can tell us who told you about the living tomb and who gave you the seeds?"