Chapter 8 — Guide to Judgment

The corners of my lips curled up slightly. “That's interesting.” “Go take a look.” Truong Sieu frowned, with an expression of "I knew right away it was this type of unscientific case", but he still held the autopsy box and followed me silently. 12 Mr. Vuong's house is a very ordinary two-bedroom apartment. The house is very clean, but everywhere exudes a cold and deserted feeling. In the kitchen, on a small dining table there were indeed three dishes and one soup. Braised ribs, stir-fried eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried broccoli, and a bowl of corn rib soup. The food was still steaming hot. Truong Sieu wore gloves, held chopsticks, picked up a little bit of each dish and put it in an evidence bag. “It really just finished cooking not long ago.” He concluded: "The ingredients are very fresh, the cooking method is also very similar to family dishes." He carefully searched the kitchen, trying to find any evidence that an outsider had entered, but came up with nothing. The lock had no signs of being picked, and the windows were completely intact. I didn't go into the kitchen but slowly walked around the house. I lit a stick of calming incense, the burning scent was very stable, I didn't feel any strong attachments or resentment. This proves that even if there really is a "ghost wife", she is not malicious. My eyes finally fell on a trash can in the corner of the living room. I walked over and picked up a supermarket receipt crumpled into a ball from inside. I opened the invoice, the purchase time above was four o'clock this afternoon. The main items purchased are ribs, tomatoes, eggs and broccoli. I held the bill and walked in front of Mr. Vuong, who was still trembling. “Mr. Wang.” I asked him: “Do your wife's mother or sisters live nearby?” Mr. Vuong was stunned: "My mother-in-law... lives in the residential area next door. Is something wrong?" I gave him the bill. Truong Sieu immediately reacted. He quickly contacted the command center and investigated the supermarket's camera on the receipt at around four o'clock in the afternoon. A few minutes later, photos from surveillance cameras were sent to his phone. In the photo, a white-haired old woman is seriously choosing ribs in the fresh food area. Mr. Vuong looked at the photo and was immediately stunned. “It's… it's my mother-in-law.” The truth is so clear. We quickly found Mr. Vuong's mother-in-law in the neighboring residential area. At first, the old lady wanted to deny it, but when she saw the surveillance camera footage we showed her and the spare key she hid in the kitchen, she finally couldn't help but burst into tears. It turns out that after her daughter passed away, she was always uneasy about her son-in-law living alone. She knew that her son-in-law was busy with work, not good at taking care of himself, and always arbitrarily ordered food from outside to make it through meals. While missing my daughter, I also feel heartbroken for my son-in-law. Therefore, this poor mother used the spare key her daughter left for her, every day when her son-in-law had not finished work, she secretly came to the house to cook him a table of hot food. She wants to use this method to continue her daughter's love for her family. A moment of panic, behind it is a motherly love that touches people. When I left Mr. Vuong's house, it was already late at night. All along the way, Truong Sieu said nothing. After returning to the team, he called me back and gave me a printed academic essay. The title of the essay is "Discussing the possibility of the existence of bio-electromagnetic fields and the storage of memory information in the human body". He spoke awkwardly: "I looked for some documents, maybe... your ability can be explained by this. A kind of super strong sensing ability for residual biological information, beyond the range of normal people." He is still trying to use his science to analyze my world. I smiled but didn't directly answer. I made him a pot of tea and told him about the lineage of "Van Huong Master" in my family. "We don't ask ghosts and gods, we only ask obsessions." I said: “The so-called 'Three Birth Guide' does not actually lead the soul back, but uses specially crafted aromas as a catalyst, magnifying and restructuring the energy source.

The strongest remaining spirit of the dying person is also the attachment, so that we can 'see' some broken images." “This is a kind of talent and also a kind of responsibility.” Truong Sieu was in a trance, his eyes filled with shock and thought. Although he still had doubts, his deep-rooted rejection had completely disappeared, transformed into a complex kind of admiration. Not knowing when Captain Giang arrived, he smiled and patted Truong Sieu's shoulder. “The end of science is philosophy, even mysticism. As long as our goal is to search for the truth and protect justice, what difference does it make which form we use? He turned to me, his expression turning serious. He took out a set of yellowed documents from the safe, sealed with a parchment bag. On the file bag were written two bright red words: Top secret. “Lam To.” Captain Giang's voice was extremely heavy: