Case Files from Another World

On the first day after transmigrating, the groom was dead. I was the prime suspect. Shen Zhaoning, a graduate student in criminal psychology, opened her eyes after a lab accident and found herself a bride in ancient times. On her wedding night, the groom had a pair of scissors stuck in his chest, and his blood hadn't yet dried. The maid screamed, “Miss killed someone!” Her mother-in-law fainted three times, and her father-in-law threatened to report her to the authorities. She felt the wounds on her own body. The groom had beaten her. So he beats his wife, then gets killed by someone else, and they pin it on me? Shen Zhaoning crouched to examine the body and sneered. The wound angled thirty degrees downward. The killer was at least half a head taller than the victim. She was five chi three cun tall, while the victim was six chi two cun. The killer couldn't have been her. There were no signs of a struggle, which meant the victim knew the killer and had opened the door to let them in. The murder weapon bore only the victim's fingerprints. No, in ancient times, they were called handprints. The killer wore gloves or wrapped the knife handle in cloth. The maid said the groom had gone to the back courtyard shortly before he died. Shen Zhaoning went to look around. A few drops of blood lay beside the well, forming a trail to the wet nurse's room. The wet nurse had run away. The next day, they fished her out of the moat. There were strangulation marks on her neck. Someone had silenced her. Three days. She had only three days. Three days from now, the victim's father would go to the Dali Temple and accuse her. Shen Zhaoning went to a temple to seek an oracle: Thunder over Lake, The Marrying Maiden