Chapter 7 — Guide to Judgment

I left the party early and quietly returned to the police station alone. It's still the same morgue. I didn't turn on the light, just lit a calming incense stick in front of the operating table. Blue smoke rises, bringing peace to help the soul rest. "The fate has ended, please leave with peace of mind." I spoke softly to the empty room. A figure appeared in front of the door, blocking the light from the hallway. It's Truong Sieu. He didn't go in, he just leaned against the door frame, looking at me with a complicated expression in the darkness and the incense fire that lit up and went out. Neither of us spoke, the atmosphere was completely silent. After a while, he entered. He took a document out of his pocket and gave it to me. "Based on the clues you provided, we found the ring in the sewer. The DNA on the silk scarf that was the murder weapon also matched Ly Tinh's." His voice was somewhat hoarse but very clear: "This is... scientific evidence of guilt." He deliberately emphasized the word "science". I received the documents but did not read them. He stopped, took a deep breath, as if he had used up all his strength. There was no one in the morgue, only the deceased were resting peacefully. The arrogant, rigid, and steadfastly materialist forensic scientist stood before me. It's somewhat unnatural, extremely awkward, but it's so clear that it couldn't be clearer... Call out. “Lam… ancestor.” I was stunned. Then burst out laughing. His eyes curved up like a crescent moon. “I don't dare accept it.” I said: "Just call me Lam To." Truong Sieu's ears quickly turned red. He suddenly turned around, leaving me with a stiff back. "I... I just made the bet! Don't think too much!" He almost ran away. I looked at his panicked back, the smile at the corner of his lips deepening. So lovely. 11 I became famous after just one battle. The label "relying on relationships" was completely torn away, replaced by a series of somewhat mysterious titles such as "trump advisor" and "case-solving miracle worker". The attitude of my colleagues towards me changed one hundred and eighty degrees. Every morning when I come to the office, there is already a hot breakfast on the table. I casually said which document I wanted to see, and someone immediately enthusiastically brought it to me. Truong Sieu still maintains that tough exterior but soft heart. He no longer openly opposed me, but always "accidentally" placed some difficult case files with no clues on my desk, then added a sentence: "Just look at it at will, you don't understand these scientific things anyway." I know this is his way of asking for help. That day, team leader Giang called me into his office. He made me a cup of tea, then told an old story. It turned out that twenty years ago, when he was a young criminal police officer, he encountered an extremely strange disappearance in a closed room. The case is not progressing, everyone is at a loss. When he almost wanted to give up, a former leader invited a "high-ranking person" through the relationship. That noble person is an elder of our Lam family. The elder did not go to the scene, just smelled a piece of debris brought back from the crime scene, and immediately pointed out the general direction of where the missing person was hiding and the reason. Based on that clue, team leader Giang finally solved the case. “From that moment on, I knew there were many things in this world that couldn't be explained by science alone.” Captain Giang looked at me, his eyes full of emotion: "I owe you Lam family a favor. Therefore, when I learned of your existence, I disregarded everyone's objections and decided to specially recruit you." “I hope you can stay.” His voice became serious: "Using your power to help the deceased souls who cannot speak for themselves, while also helping living people like us... sometimes lose our way." I nodded: "I will do that, Captain Giang." At that moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open. A police officer from the technical department ran in in panic. "Captain Giang! Brother Truong! Advisor Lam! Someone reported the crime! Something happened."

Ah, this is strange!” An hour later, we met the reporter, Mr. Vuong. He is a programmer who seems very honest, but at this moment he is so scared that his face is pale and his speech is confused. He said his wife passed away from a sudden heart attack half a year ago. But starting last week, every night when he got home from work, he discovered that there was a table of hot food in the kitchen. These are all the dishes his wife was best at cooking when she was alive. “At first... I thought I was so tired that I had hallucinations.” Mr. Vuong's voice trembled: "But it's been like this for a whole week! The windows and doors of my house are all locked, I've checked the cameras, and there's no trace of anyone coming in or out! “It's definitely her! It must be my wife… she has returned!” A new, even more strange “case” was placed before us. I picked up the bag of incense I brought with me, placed it in front of my nose and gently sniffed. Sandalwood, musk, there's also a slight... faint smell of food.