At the same moment, a line of ancient poetry appeared in my mind.
The art of the coroner,
Continuing for a thousand years.
Fame and fortune depart with the body,
Forever unforgettable.
I hope my techniques can truly be passed down forever.
At this moment, I lowered my head to look at the paper scraps, but there was no change before my eyes. The Divine Manifestation Technique seemed to have failed!
How could this be? I looked at the shredded paper scraps in front of me in disbelief, suddenly filled with terror.
This was the first time I had failed using the coroner's art.
This was a great shame to me.
However, this was not the worst of it. If this failed, then finding the real killer would be almost impossible.
Investigating a case requires Heaven's timing, Earth's geography, and Human harmony.
But at the very last second, just as I was about to lose my temper and destroy everything, a bizarre scene unfolded!
It was as if someone was holding an invisible pen, moving it across the paper scraps, leaving behind purple-blue imprints.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought I was dreaming.
This scene actually reminded me of the legendary Ouija board!
After an unknown amount of time, the paper scraps had accumulated many marks. Based on the outlines and trajectories, I pieced them together with astonishing speed. Then, I flipped it over. The torn will had been completely restored.
At that moment, I was so excited that I started laughing maniacally, "Hahahaha!!"
It was a success! The Divine Manifestation Technique had finally worked.
Then I heard worried voices from outside the door: "Team leader, what are you doing? Did it work?"
For a moment, I forgot to answer them and just kept laughing. When I finally calmed down, I took photos, then opened the door. Upon seeing the restored will, everyone thought they were dreaming. But Xie Chuchu said, "Senior, you really are the best!"
"Thank you. Look, what does it say!"
I pointed to the will, and everyone leaned in to examine it carefully.
"I, Perseus, am nearing the end of my life. This is because half a month ago, I was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. I feel like God is playing a joke on me, ha, how could this be? Because my good-for-nothing son, he has no talent in this area at all. On the contrary, my daughter, ha, she is very good. I will not give a cent to Wales. Alright, after I die, I hope Pantou will take care of her. Oh yes! I know she will keep her promise, after all, Veya is her biological daughter. Here, I want to reveal a shocking secret. In fact, Mercia is my illegitimate daughter, but her mother, I don't know who she is anymore. But that doesn't matter. Finally, I want to talk about my assets: two villas in Berlin, a three-story building in London..."
"This guy is quite wealthy. But this provides a motive. Wales had this will in his possession. If we can conduct a handwriting analysis, we'll know if Perseus wrote it!" Gao Mingqiang said.
"Yes, we don't have that technology yet. But with this will, we can find another excuse to summon Perseus. I want to see his reaction!" I said solemnly. Gao Mingqiang patted my shoulder, "I'll act immediately!"
"Go! Don't let them escape. Now, list Perseus as the primary suspect!"
As I spoke, I drew a circle around Perseus's name on the whiteboard with a red pen.
This time, Perseus was quickly brought in. But perhaps the villagers had heard the news, and they soon surrounded our base camp.
I originally thought these villagers would be on our side. After all, Grandpa Arong had reprimanded Perseus before. But this time, they all stood with Perseus, grabbing us and asking what was going on. Of course, we wouldn't reveal case details, only stating that we needed his assistance with the investigation. But these villagers kept surrounding the base camp.
Grandpa Arong even came up to me and questioned, "Officer He, don't lie to me. If you didn't suspect Mr. Perseus, why would you summon him? Don't think we don't understand the law!"
"Oh? Is that really what you think? But weren't you against him before?" I retorted.
"That was about the sacrifice, but this time the situation is different. If you take Perseus away, what will happen to our lives? His economic support is what sustains the village."
"I understand. Don't worry, we will act according to the law. If he has done nothing wrong, we will naturally release him."
Leaving these words, I instructed several police officers to stand guard outside, with Gao Mingqiang leading them. During Perseus's interrogation, I had instructed that no one be allowed to disturb us.
Perseus certainly knew why we were doing this, but he probably hadn't expected the matter of the will. I didn't waste time and took out a photo of the will, asking, "Do you know what this is?"
Perseus, in handcuffs, leaned in and examined it carefully. However, he looked at it as if it were the first time he had seen this will. After a moment, he said, "Is this a will? It even has my name on it? How can this be? I didn't write this! I didn't write this!"
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Of course. If I wrote it, why wouldn't I admit it? By the way, where did you find this?"
"In your son's possession."
I suddenly stared intently into Perseus's eyes.
"How could that be? Did the killer want to frame me? Officer He, you must believe me. How could I harm my own son!"
"But we heard that you and Wales were not on good terms and often argued because he disliked the legend of the God of Night. Is there such a thing?"
"Wales and I were not on good terms, but he is my son after all. How could I do something to him? It's impossible!"
"Mr. Perseus, you can deny it, but we have already obtained letters you previously wrote, as well as some signatures for handwriting analysis."
"Feel free to check. I haven't done anything wrong, what do I have to fear?" Perseus replied calmly. I observed his arms and legs, and there was not the slightest tremor, making him appear quite composed.
While waiting for the handwriting analysis results, Zhang Keying, who was interrogating with me, also asked, "Perseus, is Mercia your daughter?"
"Of course not. Don't believe what's written on that will. Someone must be trying to slander me. How could I, Perseus, do something so shameless? I am an archaeologist."
Perseus said righteously. I observed his micro-expressions, which were normal, as if he were telling the truth.