Manipulating the corpse to stand up and fall down repeatedly, Sun Yan even seemed to have fun with it.
There’s no denying that this Corpse-Driving Skill is incredibly useful; as the old saying in the East goes, ’Heavy as a dead weight.’
It means that when a person dies, their weight becomes heavier than when they were alive, making transporting a corpse quite challenging.
But now, with the help of this Corpse-Driving Skill, Sun Yan can save a lot of physical effort.
Holding the golden rope, he walks into the graveyard, skillfully picks up an iron shovel, and starts digging a pit. As they say, practice makes perfect, and soon, he has dug out a grave.
He lets the corpse jump in and lie down by itself while Sun Yan fills the soil back in, completing a brand new grave.
’Item reward: Trader’s mailbox (qualification proof for entrants, where mysterious guests will come to trade with you on white week eight)
’It has been automatically installed at the graveyard entrance and can be checked at any time.’
With the successful burial of the special corpse, the task was completed successfully, though this time the reward left Sun Yan a bit puzzled.
Isn’t there only seven days in a week, where does the eighth come from?
He jogs to the graveyard’s perimeter gate, where sure enough, a ground-mounted upright mailbox has appeared outside.
On the surface of the mailbox is a huge blood palm seal, looking quite bizarre.
Sun Yan reaches out to open the mailbox lid and finds a black envelope inside, tapping it a few times with the Ghost Torturing Stick.
After confirming there’s no problem, he takes out the envelope and tears it open directly to check inside.
’Hello, dear Mr. Graveyard Manager, I’m pleased to be able to trade with you, and will visit you on this week’s white week eight, just giving you a heads up.’
The text on the letter is rather ugly, resembling chicken scratch; if Sun Yan didn’t have decent comprehension skills, he wouldn’t have understood what this string of English meant.
Though he doesn’t know who sent the letter, his curiosity about the white week eight trade has already been aroused.
This might help him unveil some secrets regarding the notebook’s origins.
Putting the letter in his pocket, Sun Yan yawns and turns to head towards the main house.
Busy till late night, between digging pits and burials, he indeed feels exhausted; ever since inheriting the graveyard, he hasn’t had a proper night’s sleep for several nights now.
Early morning, two officers from the Gospel Town Police Station stand outside the graveyard master house door, loudly knocking and shouting.
A few minutes later, Sun Yan opens the door with sleepy eyes, confusedly asking the two, "What’s the matter?" Latest content published on NoveIＦire.net
"Did you go to Lady Tina’s house in town yesterday?" One officer stares at Sun Yan expressionlessly, "Just this morning, Lady Tina was mysteriously found dead at home; her mother, Madam Lolian, has disappeared, and our station received reports that several other children from town have gone missing too, we need to take you to the police station to investigate."
Sun Yan’s eyes instantly clear, his face showing disbelief.
He had clearly driven away the Evil Spirit from Madam Lolian, why would such things still happen?
Could Madam Lolian have killed her daughter herself?
It seems Madam Lolian’s problem is far more severe than Sun Yan anticipated; he underestimated that Evil Spirit.
"Alright." Sun Yan nods, changes clothes, and takes the police car with the two officers heading for Gospel Town’s police station.
Gospel Town has a total of two to three thousand permanent residents, so the police station’s scale isn’t particularly large, with about twenty officers in a two-story building.
When Sun Yan enters the police station, he sees a group of white couples urgently speaking to some officers.
Sun Yan doesn’t have the time to hear their conversation clearly, instead being taken directly to an interrogation room.
"Do you know Lady Tina from town?"
A white officer looks at Sun Yan with hostility, his tone very stern.
There was a murder in their jurisdiction, and the deceased is a local; this situation is quite serious.
In rural American towns, residents can elect security officers if there’s no police station set up in the state, serving as the town’s police.
In some towns, the security officers are elected by the town residents.
The officer can be a local resident or hired from outside, with town residents collectively paying them a salary to receive security services, like in Gospel Town.
Earning a salary from Gospel Town’s residents, naturally they must dedicate themselves to serving them; if complaints arise, the officers can lose their jobs anytime.
The immediate priority now is to catch the culprit quickly and provide Gospel Town’s residents with safety and reassurance.
Even without evidence, Sun Yan, as an overseas Chinese, is filled with immense suspicion in these white officers’ minds.
Sun Yan said calmly, "Saw her once during the day; she asked me about the cost of burying someone in the graveyard. I’m the grandson of the graveyard master; after my grandfather passed away, I took over his business, but I’m not familiar with the pricing, so I couldn’t give Lady Tina a satisfactory answer."
"At 3 a.m. last night, where were you?"
"You’re lying! You clearly went to Lady Tina’s house last night; her neighbor saw you through the window. Speak! Did you kill Lady Tina?" The white officer squints maliciously.
Sun Yan thought to himself, could this guy want to frame me as a scapegoat and wrap up this murder case casually?
Given America’s atmosphere, it’s not impossible for local officers to take the lazy route.
After all, this is a country where fishing enforcement is allowed openly; no one would notice if rural towns make wrongful accusations or false convictions.
He immediately leans back calmly on the chair, saying, "At 3, I was indeed asleep at home; I’m not lying. But last night when I drove home, I happened to pass by Lady Tina’s yard; hearing a scream, I thought someone was in danger, so I got out and went to check, just in time to see a few people running away in a hurry, one even had blood all over their face. Later I got scared and returned home quickly.
Chief Henry from Saint Anna City’s Shajiao District Police Station also knows about this; I just called him last night. If you suspect me, I can call him to confront you since this matter involves a murder case."
"The chief from Shajiao District!"
The two officers exchange surprised glances; a city chief’s status is significant indeed. If Sun Yan’s statement is true, they certainly can’t bully this overseas Chinese.
Even if they’re finding a scapegoat, it must be someone without backing or connections for a smooth process.
Last night Ron was injured so severely that there wasn’t even time to send him to a city hospital, so there must be a treatment record left at the town clinic.
Sun Yan revealing this information to the officers is considered mixing truth with lies.
Adding Chief Henry’s title into the mix made them all the more reluctant to bully him.