The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 131 - 129 Exhumation and Autopsy

Chapter 131: Chapter 129 Exhumation and Autopsy

"Is there anything else?" Zheng Qingshan was beginning to believe Liu Qiang.

"Xiuying knows who that man is. He’s from the neighboring village. Everyone calls him Gouwa. Gouwa even has one of Xiuying’s shoes. You can go search."

Zheng Qingshan patted Liu Qiang’s arm, "Stay here and behave yourself. Xiao Liu, Xiao Wang, come with me."

...

In less than half an hour, the police car roared into neighboring Xialiu Village.

A crowd had gathered in front of Gouwa’s house, where his nephew, dressed entirely in white, was receiving the visitors.

Everyone was participating in the feast, and according to the process, the coffin had already been buried.

"Hey, your uncle was honest and straightforward all his life, couldn’t even marry, then suddenly he’s gone. Such a miserable fate."

"Yes, Granduncle, he’s been laid to rest. Let’s hope he reincarnates into a good family in the next life."

...

As they were talking, several police officers walked in, led by Zheng Qingshan.

Gouwa’s nephew approached them in confusion, "Comrades, what are you..."

"Is your uncle Wu You, also known as Gouwa?"

"Yes, what’s going on?"

"We suspect he was involved in a murder case twenty years ago. We need to search the place now."

Gouwa’s nephew’s eyes widened, and he glanced back at the black and white photo placed in the main room.

Instantly, anger flared, "Officer, you’re joking, right? My uncle just passed away last night and was buried in the ancestral grave this morning. He was without children or wife all his life, honest and uncomplicated. How could he have committed murder? Surely you’ve got it wrong?"

The man used his body to block Zheng Qingshan and the others, unwilling to let them in.

"Step aside! If we find something, your actions will be seen as obstructing justice."

Gouwa’s nephew’s temper flared, "My uncle was just buried, and you accuse him of murder. Do you police have no decency? My uncle lived a blameless life, and you insult his reputation after his death on what grounds?"

Zheng Qingshan impatiently pushed him aside and walked straight inside.

Sure enough, there was no coffin in the yard; it must have just been buried.

Gouwa’s nephew followed up, "Officer, search all you want, but I’m telling you the truth. My uncle lived a hard life, used to live in a shack. Not long ago, a fire burned all his things. What he left now is all the new clothes and shoes I just bought him. If you find anything, I won’t argue. But if not, this won’t end today!"

"Yeah, it won’t end! Gouwa just died, and you’re throwing dirt at him. You’re bullying honest folks, huh?!"

The surrounding neighbors quickly sided with Gouwa’s nephew.

Zheng Qingshan felt uneasy, realizing his impulsive decision, but there was no turning back at this point.

He could only grit his teeth and order, "Bring out everything your uncle left behind. We need to search on the spot."

"Alright, take it all. If you find nothing today, let’s see what you explain to me!" Gouwa’s nephew angrily brought out Gouwa’s belongings.

He threw them directly into the yard and opened them for everyone to see.

"See, they’re just clothes and shoes. Look how new they are. I just bought these for him, and some he hadn’t even worn. Then he passed. Oh, my poor uncle..."

As Gouwa’s nephew was about to cry, an observant person suddenly pointed at a woman’s shoe and asked:

"What’s this? Is this your uncle’s?"

Gouwa’s nephew was stunned, "No, everything I bought for my uncle is accounted for. Not this. Hmm?"

He picked up the shoe to take a closer look.

It was a woman’s cloth shoe, embroidered with intricate flowers, in a style that was popular decades ago.

"What’s going on?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

"Brother Zheng, isn’t this Zhang Xiuying’s shoe? It matches the evidence photo we took exactly!" Xiao Wang exclaimed in surprise.

Zheng Qingshan snatched the shoe and looked at it closely, "It’s Zhang Xiuying’s shoe. I saw the evidence with my mentor years ago. Zhang Xiuying left only one shoe; the other disappeared."

"No way!" Gouwa’s nephew, along with the nearby villagers, exclaimed in shock.

"I saw with my own eyes that my uncle’s belongings were burned to ashes; he ran out with just thermal wear that day. How could there be a woman’s shoe?"

Zheng Qingshan gave him a cold glance, now ninety percent sure about Zhang Xiuying’s dream reaching out to him.

Could such mystical things really happen in this world?

"It’s impossible. My uncle was so honest. He must have picked up that shoe."

As soon as he finished speaking, a villager pointed with a trembling finger at the pile of belongings and said, "Wha-what is that?"

Zheng Qingshan quickly pulled out from the belongings a tattered diary, opening it to find Gouwa’s messy handwriting.

There were only a few pages, but one page recorded his assault on Zhang Xiuying in vulgar and disgusting words.

Reading it made Zheng Qingshan’s scalp tingle; he closed the diary abruptly and said to Gouwa’s nephew, "Your uncle is suspected of murder. I’m formally notifying you that the funeral is stopped. This afternoon, I will have someone take the body away."

"What nonsense are you speaking? Aren’t you reasonable? My uncle was just buried. What do you mean? Want to open his grave?!"

Gouwa’s nephew was about to rush forward, but Zheng Qingshan’s stern and righteous expression stopped him.

"If you dare to say one more word, I’ll arrest you for obstructing an investigation and inciting a disturbance."

Gouwa’s nephew was frightened but still unwilling. He called out for support, "Villagers, speak reason with them. Who digs up a grave right after someone dies...?"

However, those who had just been supporting returned to their homes en masse, muttering as they left:

"Truly, you never know someone’s true nature. Gouwa seemed so honest before..."

They clearly believed Gouwa was the murderer from their hearts.

Gouwa’s nephew was dumbfounded. Exhuming a coffin is considered a great misfortune in the countryside.

He turned and stomped toward the black and white photo,

"Uncle, what have you done? I’m truly cursed to have an uncle like you!"

Getting angrier as he thought, he rushed over, flipped over the offering table, and threw Gouwa’s photo to the ground.

***

At two or three in the afternoon, under the blazing sun, Zheng Qingshan led a group of police officers to exhume the body for the autopsy.

The news spread throughout the surrounding villages, and nearby villagers gathered to watch.

A grave buried just this morning was to be opened in the afternoon, many were waiting for a spectacle.

With a roar, the crane hoisted the coffin into the air, letting it crash heavily onto the ground. Zheng Qingshan stepped up, "Open the coffin."

Gouwa’s nephew jumped anxiously, "Officers, you really can’t open it. Opening a coffin so soon after death is inauspicious. If you open it, how can we live in this village in the future?"

Zheng Qingshan responded coldly, "I understand your feelings. But as a police officer, I must act according to the rules."

Some officers stepped forward to block Gouwa’s nephew, while others opened the coffin.

Zheng Qingshan, holding the photo, brought an elder from the village to verify, and he announced loudly, "Confirmed, it’s Wu You. Take the body back."

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