I Possessed an Artifact and Solved My Own Murder

Exclusive to Jinjiang. Piracy will be pursued. The author is a compulsive reviser, so there are major differences between the pirated and official versions.

Main story complete. Currently writing "The Winter Without Lin".

Sapiosexual romance | Bickering enemies | Female lead in control | Mystery and crime-solving | Women's contributions

A nonstop snarker with an idol-drama face, a clinically insane mouth, and a sharp mind × an ambitious B-king who has the skills to put sharp-tongued people in their place and win their respect

MBTI Rose Group: ISFP sharp-tongued younger woman vs. INTJ super-cool older woman

What if the rival whose every little thing annoys you turns out to be the idol you've worshipped for years?

During the Northern Song dynasty, Tang Qianlü, the greatest cultural relic restorer in the land, was found brutally murdered in her home one day. Her killer was ruthless and meticulous, and the case went unsolved for years. The authorities declared it a cold case, and the truth was buried by the passage of time.

As luck would have it, when the crime took place, workaholic Master Tang was completely focused on restoring a relic. She never even saw the killer's face before a slash to the neck sent her straight to the afterlife.

Tang Qianlü: ...I'm a legendary figure in my field! Why did I have to die so carelessly? My relic isn't restored yet, my mission isn't complete, I haven't devoted my life to my work yet! I need to live, I need life, I need to open my eyes and see this beautiful world again--!!

But when she miraculously opened her eyes again, Tang Qianlü swiftly changed her wish: I might as well become a female ghost in the underworld and scare him to death with my hair hanging down. Heh.

After being murdered for no apparent reason, she transmigrated for no apparent reason, and for no apparent reason ended up inside a statue of a deity buried beneath the earth.

Tang Qianlü: ...I'm a legendary figure in my field! It's bad enough that my life has been full of misfortune and I've suffered a bloody disaster. Could I at least become a normal person who can walk upright?

More terrifying still, in this pitch-dark, out-of-the-way place, a strangely dressed person came in, wearing a helmet, carrying a case, and holding a flashlight, moving cautiously.

Tang Qianlü stared for three seconds, then narrowed her eyes. A tomb raider?

Unexpectedly, the young man across from her raised an eyebrow and spoke first:

"Tomb robber?"

Tang Qianlü's eyebrows shot up. She immediately cleared her throat and sternly warned him, "Young sir, as a legendary figure in my field, I--"

Before she could finish, the young man across from her calmly added:

"Oh, not just a thief, but an overconfident one, too."

Tang Qianlü, who'd meant to catch a tomb robber but was mistaken for one herself: ?

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Wen Xunyan thought he must have gone mad.

While reading up on the history of relic restoration during the Tang and Song dynasties, he'd been deeply impressed by the talent of one of the restorers. He'd traveled far and wide to conduct field research for the sake of this idol, only to stumble upon the archaeological oddities and strange legends he'd previously encountered in urban tales during his dig.

But what he saw wasn't a red-clad female ghost with long hair, or a little hopping zombie in a Qing official's uniform. It was a Buddha statue with a serene expression, spouting classical sayings.

Wen Xunyan: ...Well, aren't you cultured.

After hearing that this sentient Buddha statue came from the Northern Song dynasty, Wen Xunyan blinked innocently. "I don't believe you. Prove it by getting my idol on a voice call."

After listening to him pour his heart out about his deep admiration for his idol, Tang Qianlü was so angry she wanted to smack the kid with a board. "...I'm your idol!"

Wen Xunyan rolled his eyes. "Bullshit. My idol's a man, and I'm absolutely sure he wouldn't be a cross-dressing, femboy gay guy."

Tang Qianlü suddenly froze.

"...A man?"

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Born to heaven and earth, how could one dare retreat?

A life of humble stature, yet a name preserved on one page.

1. "Praise her deeds, gaze into her soul." Source: online

2. "Born to heaven and earth, how could one dare retreat? A life of humble stature, yet a name preserved on one page." From "Mayfly in the Human World"

3. Outline and blurb completed on 2023.10.23 and recorded.

4. The cultural relics and archaeology have been artistically adapted and aren't very technical. Please don't scrutinize them too closely. Thanks!

5. No baseless accusations of plagiarism. All inspirations and drafts, from the first version to the final one, have clear records and backups. If you want to compare, check the archive.

I want you to hold her in reverence.

I want you to praise her deeds, and even more, to gaze into her soul.

Theme: Women have never been absent from history.