I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 724 Guiltless_1

Chapter 724: Chapter 724 Guiltless_1

By this point, the case could be considered half-solved, and several detectives let out a long sigh of relief.

"I’m a bit confused, why could those fires start right under our watch?"

Hearing this, you couldn’t help but laugh and say, "Crazy woman, was your middle school chemistry taught by a music teacher? Don’t you know that there’s something in this world called white phosphorus?"

"White phosphorus?" Xian Qianling frowned.

Sun Mingyu adjusted his glasses and said in an almost mechanical tone, "White phosphorus, a white or pale yellow translucent solid. Soft in texture, brittle when cold, darkens in color when exposed to light. Produces green phosphorus glow and white smoke when exposed to air in the dark. Ignites at about 40°C in humid air and slightly higher in dry air. Under the blazing sun, it can ignite at just over 30 degrees."

The village chief nodded, "Sometimes we used white phosphorus, sometimes burning charcoal. Just place it inside a pile of firewood, and in an hour or two, it will ignite. That day, I called those seven guys together, and I had put a lot of white phosphorus in that room. Heh heh, the moment I saw them catch fire, I felt such relief, as if I had vented all the anger of my lifetime."

You looked at the village chief and asked, "Since the detectives couldn’t uncover your crime, why confess now?"

After a moment’s silence, he replied, "I’m already in my early sixties this year, and my health has never been great. I figure I won’t live much longer. I’ve killed people, so I’m definitely going to the Eighteen Levels of Hell once I’m in the Underworld. Before I die, I would like to earnestly request the Heavenly Master to help me meet someone."

"Who?"

"My mother."

"Huh? How do you know I can take you to the Underworld?" You raised an eyebrow, your gaze on the village chief changing.

"Once, a wandering Taoist priest passed through our village. When I asked him when I could see my mother, he said that in a few years, a young Heavenly Master would come who could help me."

Your frown deepened, "What was the name of that wandering Taoist priest?"

The village chief thought for a moment, "Seems like it was Pure Yang."

You had never heard of this priest, but someone who could say such things was definitely no ordinary person.

Considering that it might be related to some karma, you didn’t decline, and immediately said, "Your parents probably didn’t die in vain. They may have reached the end of their destined lifespan, and after so many years, they probably drank the Grandma Meng Soup and reincarnated long ago."

The village chief thought it over and asked, "Heavenly Master, may I ask, does the Underworld treat people who commit suicide the same way as the western Hell? Does it imprison the person who commits suicide for life?"

"Oh? You actually know about the western Hell?"

"My granddaughter is a Christian," the village chief explained.

"The Underworld doesn’t have life imprisonment, but, as humans are the most sentient beings, everyone should cherish their own life. Suicide is not taken lightly anywhere."

Pausing for a moment, the village chief sighed, "I, my mother died by suicide. When I found her, she was in great pain, she wanted to tell me something, but I couldn’t hear it, because she was spitting up blood."

Looking back on the past, the village chief’s eyes reddened again, "I have no other desire than to know what she wanted to tell me at the last moment."

"Tsk, ah well, taking you to the Underworld would be too costly, and it would take up a lot of time and energy. Besides, the Underworld isn’t my home to come and go as I please."

You scratched your head with some irritation.

Xian Qianling suddenly spoke up, "Don’t you have a spell that allows people to see the past? One of my team members has learned lipreading; he should be able to figure it out."

"Oh? That sounds like a good method." You said to the village chief, "Let’s go, take me to the crime scene from back then!"

In fact, it wasn’t Xian Qianling’s duty to help the village chief fulfill his last wish. Even if the village chief had understandable motives for murder, the law does not regard feelings—murder requires atonement with one’s life!

However, the village head was a decent person, and all his actions over the years had been for the benefit of Shijing Village. A person like him, if it weren’t for such a mental demon, would certainly be rich or noble in his next life.

Accompanied by a squad of detectives and the villagers of Shijing Village, the village head came to a wooded area behind the hills of the village.

Ironically, this land belonged to his own family.

The village head pointed to an old camphor tree not far ahead and said, "It’s at that spot."

You nodded and closed your eyes slightly.

"All Forms of Sen Luo, Reflect!"

An oval space mirror more than two meters tall appeared before everyone. The mirror resembled a screen, and at this moment, the background playing was a pitch-black rainy night.

Seven men surrounded three people in the middle, two of whom were holding bloody machetes. Among the three encircled, two men already lay in a pool of blood, while the other woman glared angrily at the people around her.

The woman pointed her finger at a man straight ahead and cursed loudly.

"You’ll be struck by lightning for doing this! The heavens will never forgive you!" Next to Sun Mingyu, a female detective read out the woman’s words.

"Heh heh, if the heavens really had eyes, I’d have been struck dead a dozen times by now!" A man stepped forward with a lecherous grin and reached for the woman, "Anyway, you’re going to die, so let us brothers have a good time before you do!"

"Come at me if you dare!"

Rural women tend to be fierce. Instead of being surprised or panicked, she lunged forward, snatched the machete from the man’s hand, and stabbed it directly into her own stomach!

"Geez, bad luck!" The man pushed the woman to the ground with a push and spat.

At that moment, another man spoke up, "Hey, let’s hurry up and bury them!"

The men began to dig hurriedly, and as they were halfway through, someone on lookout duty in the distance shouted in alarm, "Flash flood, run for it!"

The seven men had just left when a boy hiding in a corner scrambled out of the bushes, throwing himself beside the woman.

"Mom! Mom!"

By then, the woman was already gasping for breath. She opened her mouth to speak, but what came out was a gush of blood.

Enduring the agonizing pain, she managed to say something before collapsing beside her husband.

Then, you closed your eyes, and the reflection vanished as well.

The villagers behind, regardless of their shock, all turned their attention to the female detective who could read lips, for everyone wanted to know what the woman had actually said.

Without speaking, the female detective picked up a stick and began writing on the ground. After about two or three minutes, she stood up, turned to the village head, and said, "Village head, your mother’s last words were probably, ’Take care of yourself, take care of your brother, don’t seek revenge, live well.’

Silence fell over everyone.

Although many had guessed as much, seeing such a scene deepened the sorrow in their hearts.

Initially, you thought the village head would be disheartened, but surprisingly, he simply smiled gracefully.

The smile that spread across his wrinkled face, shining with the sunlight above, reflected a light-hearted spirit: "Although I have failed to meet my parents’ expectations, at least my conscience is clear. Over the years, I may not have accomplished much, but at least the people in our village haven’t starved. Moreover, several university students have emerged from the village, the kids are doing great. That’s enough, enough."