"Then this case is not just a corpse theft case, but a homicide case?" asked Uncle San.

"Yes."

"If the murder happened in Yefengou, what could it have to do with the village chief?"

"I don't know about that. There's no time to ask." Chu Sen said.

My heart started beating fast when I heard him say that. The body thief said that he saw the murdered woman blow into his ear. This means that the woman was unwilling to die and her ghost is still lingering around. If that's the case, would she be around us and blowing into someone's ear as well?

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. Then I saw the village chief and several police officers walk out of the house. Seeing many villagers standing outside, the village chief waved his hand and said, "Why are you all standing at my door? Officers, this is just a normal case. There's nothing exciting to see. Please disperse."

Seeing that the village chief was fine, the villagers turned around and left with peace of mind. After the crowd dispersed, the village chief saw his third uncle. The village chief's expression was quite serious. It was not known whether it was because his son was implicated in the murder case or because his third uncle rejected his request.

He didn't speak to us, but just stared at Uncle San for a while, then turned and went into the house, while the criminal police drove through the village to Yefengou.

Uncle San sighed and said, "Perhaps this is another round of bad luck. From this, we know that if this fatal gold is not withdrawn, the troubles of the Hong family will only increase. This is fate."

"Uncle San, when I returned the gold bars to the village chief today, he said that if we didn't do anything about this matter, we would be watching someone die without help. He said..."

"What did he say?"

"He said that repairing graves for others is a good deed, so why are you being so harsh on him?"

"I've already told you the reason. Have you told him?"

"I did, but the village chief said his family had already paid the price of eleven lives for this gold, and had donated more than half of it for good deeds. Even if this really was life-threatening gold, their family had already suffered enough punishment. He thought you didn't want to help because you wanted to extort more gold from him?"

"Of course he can't see what I'm talking about, given his perspective. It's not surprising, but I still say that unless he's willing to give up all his gold, no matter how many rituals he performs, it won't help." Then, Uncle San waved his hand and said, "Forget it, we should be leaving. Niu Lin's funeral will be held in two days . Don't delay us."

I've been so busy these past few days and encountered so many problems that I forgot about Niu Lin's funeral. Only after Uncle San reminded me did I remember and said, "I don't know how Uncle Qi cultivated his Earth Spirit Eyes. It's simply amazing."

"Are you envious of Uncle Seven's Earth Spirit Eye?" Uncle Four asked with interest.

"Yes, it was pitch black underground, with no light at all. Uncle Qi was able to see a human face in the dark. This is kung fu."

Fourth Uncle smiled and said, "Human eyes are not cat's eyes. No one can see in the dark. The reason your Seventh Uncle can see is not because he has good eyesight, but because the crystal drill bit of the Earth Spirit Stick is inlaid with luminous stone. The luminous stone can emit a faint light in dark areas. Although the light source is not strong, it is enough to see what is happening inside the coffin ."

"The real ability of the Earth Spirit Eye is not how good the eyesight is, but how brave it is. Don't look at your seventh uncle's weak appearance, he is very courageous, otherwise he would not be able to make a living in this industry." said the aunt.

"Does it take courage to see the Earth Spirit Eye?" I asked in confusion.

"The luminous stone emits a faint green light. Imagine a dead person's pale face in a dark space coated with a layer of green light. If you saw that, wouldn't you be scared ?"

"Don't even mention seeing it, just thinking about it is scary," I said.

"So the Earth Spirit Eye isn't a very advanced technique, but not everyone can do it either," said Fourth Uncle.

"I think this job is suitable for me." Chu Sen said.

"You are quite courageous." Uncle San said to Chu Sen with a smile.

"Uncle San, why don't you just accept me as your apprentice?" Chu Sen took the opportunity to climb up.

"Haha, stop joking. Your family has a lot of business, why do you want to do this kind of unlucky business? Working and watching the fun are two different things."

"I understand what you mean, but I'm not doing this for fun. I'm really interested in this business. This skill is much more impressive than repairing and selling cars."

"But the risks in this business are greater than selling cars."

"There are risks in everything we do, but I'm not afraid." Chu Sen said confidently.

"You are not afraid, but I am. You two kids should not treat earthwork as a toy. Just do the job at hand well. After all, no matter what you do, isn't it all for making money?" said the third uncle.

After Chu Sen failed in his "application", his face was full of disappointment, and then he became depressed and speechless.

After driving for another ten minutes, I heard sirens coming from behind. It seemed that the police had finished their case and were returning to the precinct. I glanced out the window and saw a police car approaching at a very fast speed. My uncle said, "Pull over and make way for them."

Luo Tianbao lowered the speed and drove the car to the side of the road, sliding slowly along the side like a yellow croaker. The police car passed us quickly, and the policeman stretched out his hand and gestured for us to stop.

Luo Tianbao stepped on the brakes and said, "Could it be that the village chief is trying to trip us up?"

Uncle San waved his hand and said, "Since he has something to ask of us, he won't do anything bad in secret. Besides, he has no right to mobilize the criminal police."

A middle-aged man in his fifties got out of the police car. He was wearing a neat police uniform, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a purple-red complexion. He had a very majestic aura. He walked slowly to the side of our car and said, "Are you the craftsmen who repaired the tomb for the You family?"

Uncle San got out of the driveway and said, "Yes, may I ask who you are..."

"Oh, I'm from the county branch, responsible for administrative and logistical work." After saying that, he handed a business card to his uncle.

"It's Director Ou, nice to meet you." After taking a look at the business card, Uncle San greeted him.

"You're welcome. I'm not hindering you, am I?"

"Nothing, I'm done with my work and ready to go home. What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I really have a small matter to trouble you with. If it is convenient for you, I will tell you about it."

"Don't be so polite. Just tell me what you want to say."

Director Ou sighed, then said, "I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I've been feeling dazed and hazy every day. At first, I didn't think much of it, thinking it was just work that was keeping me awake. But then, my energy got worse and worse. I often couldn't see straight ahead. Once, I almost walked into a pond and didn't even come to my senses."

"Is it your eyesight or your mental state that's bad?" asked Uncle San.

"It's definitely not a problem with my eyes. If I concentrate, I can see everything clearly. But when my mind wanders, many things go unnoticed. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I understand, but there are many reasons for distraction, and it could even be caused by illness. Why don't you go to the hospital first ?"

"I've been to the hospital a long time ago and also seen a psychiatrist, but nothing worked."

"It may not be helpful to come to me. I am a grave worker and have nothing to do with your illness." Uncle San said in embarrassment.

"It might not be unrelated. The past couple of days I've been thinking about a criminal I caught. It was about three years ago when I was still working in the Criminal Investigation Team. We handled a homicide case. The murderer had killed his neighbors, a couple, but he claimed to be mentally ill and said he was mad at the time of the crime. He also provided his medical records for mental illness. But I'm sure he was mentally normal at the time of the crime and that he was just trying to evade legal punishment. So I arranged for a detailed investigation and interrogation, and eventually he gave in and confessed."

"This case dragged on for over two years, from investigation and trial to the final decision and execution. The execution took place in August of last year. The day before his execution, he refused to see anyone and specifically asked to see me, so I went. He asked me why he insisted on sentencing him to death when I could just feign ignorance. I told him that this was justice. Killing someone deserves punishment, and the police are there to ensure that every criminal is ultimately brought to justice."

"The man then said something incomprehensible. He didn't seem panicked, and spoke in a very calm tone: The real criminal wasn't him, but the deceased couple. He killed them because he was acting in the name of justice, and I sent him to the guillotine for not distinguishing right from wrong. He said my good days were over, and that he would make me blind and ignorant. I think I'm a blind man now, right?"