I raise furry animals and fly them to my motherland.

Chapter 249 The Clues Given by the Tibetan Fox
Chen Su turned his gaze to Guan Lin, his voice steady and powerful: "Let's go. Didn't you report this morning that the drone detected a weak signal on the eastern cliff? Let's go there and take a look."

Guan Lin hesitated for a moment, rubbing his hands, which were red from the cold, and said, "But so much time has passed, I don't know if the signal source is still there."

"Let's go take a look first!" Xu Ying squatted down and gently stroked the fluffy feathers of the three snow pigeons. "We have so many capable helpers now."

Upon hearing this, the snow pigeons immediately puffed out their chests proudly and began to coo.

The four people walked along the ridgeline toward the eastern cliff.

The biting mountain wind whipped up fine snowflakes that lashed against their faces. Chen Su walked at the front, his tall figure shielding the others from some of the cold wind.

Surprisingly, the eastern cliff is not far from the snow cliff where Luo Zhiqiang's body was found; it takes less than twenty minutes to walk there.

"right here."

Guan Lin pointed to the cliff in front of him, which was almost vertical to the ground and very steep. "The drone picked up the signal in this area this morning."

Chen Su immediately took out the equipment and controlled the drone to conduct a comprehensive scan of the cliff. Everyone held their breath and stared at the display screen, but as time passed, the drone's detection results were disappointing—the cell phone signal that had appeared earlier had completely disappeared.

"Damn it!"

Guan Lin kicked at the snow in frustration, "If only I had come sooner. Life is so unpredictable!"

Just when everyone was at a loss, a rustling sound suddenly came from the snowdrift.

Seven round little heads peeked out from the snow, their tiny paws waving frantically, gleaming silvery-white in the sunlight.

[Station Master Xu! We've finally found you!]

The snowsweeper emerged from the snowdrift, panting. [We went to the camp and found all the tents had been taken down. We had to ask the snow wolves to find out you guys were coming this way!]
Its small chest heaved violently, and its breath condensed into tiny ice crystals in the cold wind.

Xu Ying quickly squatted down, "I'm sorry, baby, we didn't have time to inform you that we had moved our position."

The snow ferret nuzzled Xu Ying affectionately: [No problem, with the snow pigeon leading the way, we'll find you soon.]
Xu Ying gently brushed the snow off the little guy, her movements tender: "What happened? You were running so fast."

The snowsweeper's black eyes darted around, then it suddenly sneezed: "[We found Uncle Tibetan Fox! He said he witnessed the entire murder!]"

The little guy excitedly spun around on the spot. [It was right behind me, walking very slowly. I couldn't wait any longer, so I ran over first!]
As soon as the words were spoken, an orange figure emerged from behind the rock with a comical pigeon-toed gait. Its steps carried a composure that was not typical of a small animal, exuding the aura of a director.

This Tibetan fox has a square face and looks very composed.

The Tibetan fox has two tufts of white fur above its narrow eyes, and its mouth naturally curves upward, as if it always wears a mocking, mysterious smile. Its eyes are three parts cold indifference and seven parts nonchalance.

The Tibetan fox slowly flicked its bushy tail, which was as long as its body, leaving a graceful trail in the snow.

[Ahem. That day was dark and windy.]

The Tibetan fox had barely opened its mouth when it let out a deafening sneeze. [Sorry, my rhinitis from the snowy season has flared up again.]
It rubbed its bright red nose with its paw. [I saw the oldest two-legged creature—giving the other three something to drink.]
As it spoke, it mimicked the action of a human drinking water with remarkable realism, almost making Guan Lin burst out laughing. "The oldest is Lin Yue, who is 42 years old?" Xu Ying immediately realized, and while listening, she "simultaneously translated" the fox language for the others.

The Tibetan fox's comical white eyebrows twitched up and down: [The three men became unsteady after drinking, as if they were drunk.]
It suddenly lifted its front paws off the ground, mimicking the way humans stagger, [especially the one wearing glasses, who knelt down after only a couple of steps].

[This old guy named Lin Yue ordered them to kneel down, and just like that, they knelt in the freezing snow. Since your human fur isn't as thick as ours, the three of them suddenly had eyebrows just like mine.]
[But just as Lin Yue looked down at the small square (phone), the tallest and strongest one among them—]
"It's our mountain guide, Luo Zhiqiang!"

Guan Lin got excited and couldn't help but interject, almost dropping his notebook into the snow.

[Mountain guide? He certainly has the physical strength of a guide.]
The Tibetan fox gestured with its paws, [and then suddenly leaped up and ran; its speed was astounding.]

Chen Su's eyes narrowed: "Luo Zhiqiang is the most robust, and Lin Yue's estimated dose of hallucinogen may not be enough. He's pretending to cooperate, but he's actually waiting for an opportunity to escape."

His voice was deep and calm, but it couldn't hide the sharp glint in his eyes.

The Tibetan fox shook off the snow, the snowflakes sparkling in the sunlight: "That's all I saw. The snowstorm is too heavy; I don't want to catch a cold."
Ji Xuehui stroked her chin thoughtfully, her goggles reflecting a cold light: "That makes sense. The logical chain connects with our previous investigation."

"Luo Zhiqiang fled to the mountains, but under the combined effects of wind, snow and drugs, he was eventually killed by Lin Yue, who was prepared in advance. His body was thrown off the cliff and hung on a pine tree."

She turned to look at Chen Su, "But why did Lin Yue die in the end too? By suicide?"

Guan Lin scratched his head in distress, his hat tilting to one side: "There's another big problem. These testimonies all come from animals. We can't possibly include 'Tibetan fox sighting testimonies' in the case report, can we?"

He looked at Xu Ying for help, "Station Chief Xu, is there any other way?"

"More importantly,"

Ji Xuehui frowned, her gloved fingers tracing streaks of snow across her phone screen. "What was Lin Yue's motive? Why did he kill his three companions?"

The four were sorting through the intelligence provided by Director Tibetan Fox.

Sudden--

A rapid sound of hooves came from the mountain ridge.

Then, something surprising happened:

The herd of argali sheep leaped up the near-vertical cliff as if walking on flat ground, using their hooves to precisely gain leverage in the narrow crevices between the rocks.

They nimbly darted and weaved, their muscles taut in the sunlight, forming smooth arcs. As pebbles tumbled down, the flock of sheep transformed into gray lightning bolts, leaping higher into the sky.

The lead ram suddenly leaped over a three-meter cliff, its hind hooves kicking up sparks on the rock face. The entire herd followed closely behind, carving dizzying trails of running across the steep rock face, as if gravity were a joke to them. Even Newton would be furious if he saw it.

A robust young ibex led a flock of more than a dozen sheep and charged over aggressively.