I dug up the magical girl's corpse.

Chapter 1 The Corpse Thief

Click, click.

The hoe struck the soft, wet soil again and again. It had rained this evening, making Chen Mu's work even easier.

On a dark and windy night, with little light and no one around, rows of stone slabs, or as people would say, "tombstones," lined the hillside.

Chen Mu carried a hoe and stood next to one of the tombstones, shoveling away with all his might.

We're almost at the coffin.

He wasn't a tomb raider; he wasn't trying to steal burial goods, gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, or jade, nor was he trying to steal anyone's offerings.

It was a corpse in a coffin. By the way, does stealing a corpse count as grave robbing?

It would be more appropriate to call them "corpse thieves".

"Whoever steals, insults, or intentionally destroys a corpse, remains, or ashes shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, or public surveillance."

Chen Mu had specifically checked before setting off, but then he thought, "If it's my wife's corpse that's being stolen, it shouldn't constitute a crime, right?"

If you steal your own things, then it's not a crime.

"You said it when we got married, that from today onwards I'm yours, right?"

Clearly, his mind is no longer functioning properly.

Under the moonlight, two lines of text were faintly visible on the tombstone:

[The magical girl who sacrificed herself gloriously, the "dawn" of miracles]

Lin Chaojing

Being a magical girl is her profession.

Lin Chaojing is her name.

As Chen Mu worked hard, the hoe finally touched a hard object. With a bang, the numbing sensation from the impact traveled to his wrist.

He stopped what he was doing, shone the flashlight under his arm, and saw what the coffin looked like.

"oh."

It was actually a jeweled coffin, transparent, reflecting light, and shimmering with colorful spots of light, standing out incongruously from the soil.

It was spotless, pure and immaculate the moment it appeared, exuding an ethereal quality.

There shouldn't be such a large, solid gemstone in the world, or is it just simple glass? Or pieced together? In short, it's impossible to determine the material of this thing with the naked eye.

Because the surface was transparent, the appearance of the corpse was quickly revealed.

She showed no signs of decay.

The girl in the coffin was still so beautiful, her long, black hair cascading down her sides. She slept peacefully with her eyes closed, her face small and round, her features delicate, her skin fair—like a dead person, no, she was indeed dead. Chen Mu was not good at praising his wife, and whenever she pressed him for compliments, he could only resort to such dry adjectives.

Magical girls possess the property of "immortality," meaning they remain immortal even after death.

Therefore, she did not have to be cremated like an ordinary corpse and turned into ashes. Instead, she was granted an exception and buried in the traditional burial method.

This actually made things easier for Chen Mu.

He put down his hoe, squatted down beside it, looked at the coffin, and said:

"If there's any kind of magical seal or something, I'll be in trouble."

Chen Mu remembered that the coffin was brought in along with the body, and it was never opened during the identification or the funeral.

This thing has no clasp or handle, and there are no visible signs of splicing or assembly; it seems to have been cast from a single piece.

Therefore, he was not confident and did not know if he could solve it.

The car that arrived tonight is just an ordinary sedan, and its trunk is definitely not big enough to fit a whole coffin. If that doesn't work, we'll have to think of another way.

"Um?"

Strangely, when Chen Mu reached out to touch it, it passed right through him.

Yes, he didn't touch the cold gemstone, but touched his wife's body directly.

Slender shoulders dressed in plain white.

When I came to my senses, the translucent coffin had completely vanished...

Instead, there lay the soft corpse of a young girl in his arms.

"very good."

Chen Mu wasn't too surprised; it was probably just some magical trick. He quickly realized what was happening, filled the grave with soil, and swiftly restored the place to its original state.

...

Anyone who has experience carrying corpses knows that it is an extremely tiring job.

It's not as simple as carrying someone on your back as most people imagine. Living people adjust their center of gravity and automatically adapt to your posture, making it much easier. But dead people don't. Their center of gravity is capricious; their limbs swing wildly and sag uncontrollably backward, without any pattern, like a lump of mud swaying on your back.

Therefore, it usually takes several times more effort to complete.

Fortunately, Chen Mu regularly exercises, so it wasn't too strenuous for him.

His wife weighs only 47 kilograms, a weight that has remained unchanged since the day she became a magical girl.

She is 163 centimeters tall.

生日是3月28日，结婚纪念日是12月21日，忌日是6月6日。

Chen Mu also memorized some key points for the exam, although he figured no one would be checking them.

Sometimes I mistakenly believe you are still alive.

He said something.

This isn't some sentimental reflection, but a fact. It's hard to imagine that what's behind her is a corpse, because she has almost no characteristics of a corpse. There's no rotting or stench, she still smells of her familiar shampoo, her body isn't cold, and she even retains the warmth of her skin, feeling very soft against my back.

This is what makes magical girls so strange; after death, they simply stop breathing and their heart stops beating.

Even to outsiders, he would probably just look like he's carrying a sleeping girl on his back.

Despite this, Chen Mu was still very careful. He quickly went to where he had parked, opened the trunk, and put the body inside.

At the same time, he changed out of his raincoat and rain boots, which were covered in mud, and put them on the body, along with tools such as hoes.

"Nobody saw it..."

After doing all this, Chen Mu looked around.

There was no one on the quiet, empty path; after all, this was a cemetery at four in the morning.

At the funeral a week ago, Chen Mu said the following in front of everyone on the stage:

"I don't want her to be buried in a solemn and dignified cemetery, where every spring and autumn outing, a group of elementary school students would come to her grave to pay their respects and lay flowers. I would prefer her to be buried in a secluded, quiet little cemetery, preferably one where no one but me knows its location, so I can talk to her alone, and there would be a small space reserved for me next to her."

I remember that after he said those words, many people in the audience wiped away tears, deeply moved:

"I thought this guy was so cold and heartless, but I never expected him to be like this..."

"Well, she has a good husband too."

"It seems that marriages between magical girls and ordinary citizens aren't entirely devoid of true love after all."

At that time, no one could have known that Chen Mu was actually already considering the plan, and those words were just an act.

He closed the trunk, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.

Before stepping on the gas, I took one last look at the rearview mirror:

"Well then, let's go home."