I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

A sound came from the old cemetery in the west district.

It's very light.

Like a withered branch being broken by the sole of a shoe.

Lin Ye stood in the guard booth, his fingers gripping the stun gun, and did not go out.

The phone was still pressed against my ear.

Tao Shuang's voice came from inside.

"Did you hear that?"

"Um."

"Don't open the door."

Lin Ye stared out the window.

His shadow was on the glass.

His face was pale, and his eyes were dark, as if he had just been squeezed dry in the Gu family's conference room and then thrown back into the cemetery to continue drying.

His throat tightened.

"Weren't you supposed to be keeping watch outside?"

There's some news coming from Tao Shuang's side.

There were also very light footsteps.

"There's an old drainage ditch over the west wall, which connects to wasteland. It's usually sealed off, but someone pried it open tonight."

Lin Ye didn't say anything.

He suddenly realized that what Uncle Zhao had said before, "Don't go to the West District too often," might not have been an old man scaring a newcomer.

"Don't turn off the lights, and don't stand by the window."

Tao Shuang added.

Lin Ye took a step back.

"Then I'll check the security footage."

"Look at the screen, don't look outside."

The security camera screen in the guard booth was still lit up.

The view on the west side has just been restored.

In night vision mode, the tombstone appears grayish-white.

The pine trees swayed in the wind, casting long shadows along the tomb passage, a chaotic and dazzling sight.

Lin Ye stared for a few seconds, his eyes starting to sting.

Suddenly, a half-figure flashed across the lower left corner of the screen.

Only the shoulders and arms.

It was gone in an instant.

Lin Ye felt a chill run down his spine.

"There's someone there."

"Location."

"The old cemetery in the west district, along the path next to the unmarked graves."

Tao Shuang stopped in her tracks.

"understood."

The East District isn't completely quiet yet.

Old Li muttered in a low voice, "The wind is strange tonight."

Boss Wei cursed at him, "You're a dead man, why are you afraid of the wind?"

Old Li retorted, "I lived on the seventh floor before I died, and the windows were drafty. How can you not understand?"

Just as Principal Chen was about to speak, Boss Wei immediately interrupted him.

"Old Chen, shut up. The more you explain, the more scared I get."

Lin Ye had no interest in listening to their argument.

He stared at the screen.

Soon, a beam of flashlight light appeared on the screen.

The light is dimmed, only sweeping the ground.

Tao Shuang walked ahead.

Two men followed behind.

One is against the west wall.

One person felt their way forward along the tomb passage.

None of the three made a sound, and their movements were very quiet.

Lin Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, a dark figure suddenly darted out from behind the tree shadows.

The man did not run towards the security booth.

He went straight to the west wall.

Tao Shuang took two steps and then stopped.

She muttered a curse under her breath over the phone.

"Don't chase them. Someone's waiting outside the wall."

In the surveillance footage, the dark figure stepped onto the low wall and quickly climbed over.

A few seconds later, the sound of a motorcycle starting up could be heard outside.

The voice was kept very low.

They were far away soon.

Lin Ye stood in the guard booth, his palms sweaty.

He used to complain that the western district was too remote, and he was too lazy to urge the repairman when the streetlights broke.

Now he feels that he really shouldn't skimp on money when it comes to cemeteries.

Saving a lamp allows bad guys to walk ten meters further.

Tao Shuang didn't hang up the phone.

Her breathing was a little rapid, but her voice remained steady.

"The person has run away."

"Was it the person who threw the envelope?"

"uncertain."

"What's he doing here?"

"Wait a moment."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Lin Ye stared at the monitor.

Tao Shuang stopped her flashlight next to a low monument.

Lin Ye's heart sank.

He recognized the place.

An unmarked grave.

He took a step toward the door.

Tao Shuang seemed to know what he was going to do.

"Don't come out."

Lin Ye stopped.

"The short monument to your left, where there's no photo."

Tao Shuang moved the light over there.

The surface of the monument has been worn white by wind and rain, and the characters on it have long since faded.

The grass in front of the monument had fallen over.

A small piece of soil was scraped off.

Not deep.

But new.

Tao Shuang squatted down to take a look.

"This place has been disturbed."

Lin Ye held his phone.

"Has it been dug up?"

"no."

Tao Shuang said, "The soil only scraped the surface; it's more like searching for a mark."

Find the mark.

These three words sent a chill down Lin Ye's spine.

That person wasn't there to scare him.

At least it wasn't just to scare him.

He knew the West End.

I know about the nameless grave.

They also knew what locations might be hidden there.

Lin Ye suddenly remembered the words that had been sporadically coming out before the nameless tomb.

Display case.

fake.

Don't take it away.

He wrote the line down in his notebook at the time, but felt it was still far removed from his own life.

Now, someone is climbing over the wall at night and scraping dirt behind that monument.

It's not far at all.

Tao Shuang added, "There was black electrical tape next to the junction box. The surveillance was temporarily cut off; the operator was quite skilled, it took about eighteen seconds."

Lin Ye stared at the screen.

Eighteen seconds.

Enough to bypass the Great Firewall.

Enough to throw away envelopes.

We were able to reach the side of an old tomb.

He suddenly felt like swearing.

But I didn't say it out loud.

Tao Shuang quickly finished taking the photos and led her people back.

She didn't go into the security booth, but stood outside the window and showed Lin Ye her phone screen.

In the photo, there is a new scratch behind the tombstone.

A small patch of moss was scraped off the edge of the monument base.

Half a shoe print remained in the mud.

Men's shoes.

The background pattern is very deep.

Lin Ye asked through the glass, "Why did he pry open the tombstone?"

"It doesn't look like prying up a tombstone."

Tao Shuang said, "It's more like comparing the positions of objects."

"What is it?"

"have no idea."

Tao Shuang put away her phone.

"I'll send it to Miss Gu. Don't leave the security booth tonight; my men will be on guard until dawn."

Lin Ye nodded.

Tao Shuang turned to leave.

Lin Ye suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

She paused for a moment.

Tao Shuang.

Which cream?

"Frost as in frost".

After saying that, she left.

Lin Ye watched her figure disappear beyond the streetlights before sitting back down in his chair.

Tao Shuang.

The name is suitable.

People are like frost.

Cold, thin, it falls silently, but it's freezing.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Gu Wantang.

Someone entered the old cemetery in the west section.

The area around the unmarked tomb has been disturbed.

Tao Shuang took pictures of the shoe prints and scratches.

That person wasn't just coming for me.

After sending the message, Lin Ye placed his phone face down on the table.

The only sound inside the guard booth was the faint hum of the fluorescent lights.

The anti-floating bottle stands beside it.

On the table were Ning Zhi's business card, Gu Wantang's business card, a small notebook, and a pen that was almost out of ink.

Lin Ye looked around and suddenly remembered the day he first joined the company.

Uncle Zhao handed him the key, saying that it was quiet at night and the residents were stable.

That's absolutely true.

The residents are indeed stable.

The living are the unstable ones.

My phone vibrated.

Gu Wantang replied.

Forget about the West District, protect yourself first.

Lin Ye looked at that sentence but didn't reply immediately.

The second message popped up quickly.

Liu Changhai's family has been found.

Lin Ye sat up straight.

The third one follows.

His wife is Zhou Qin, and his daughter is Liu Nian. He left Qingcheng three years ago and has since moved. The most recent lead was near the used furniture market in the north of the city.

Liu Nian.

Lin Ye stared at the name.

Grandpa Gu said that the child loved to draw when he was little.

Red tin painting tube.

Deer pattern.

He typed immediately.

Can we find someone now?

Gu Wantang replied quickly.

My people are gone.

Just as Lin Ye breathed a sigh of relief, the fourth message popped up.

Too late.

His fingers stopped.

Next, we come to the fifth point.

They just moved out tonight. The house wasn't clean; there were cylindrical marks in the corners of the walls, a small patch of red paint on the floor, and half a deer sticker stuck to it.

Lin Ye stared at the line of text.

The red painting tube is really there.

But the person is gone.

The painting tube is also gone.

Just as he was about to reply, his phone vibrated again.

This time it's Ning Zhi.

I found out about Liu Changhai's daughter.

Lin Ye's heart tightened.

He typed immediately.

Don't go to her.

Ningzhi returns.

That's too late.

I'm at the used furniture market in the north of the city.

Lin Ye suddenly stood up.

The chair slid backward and hit the wall.

With a thud.

He immediately dialed Ning Zhi's number.

It rang three times.

No one answered.

Hit again.

Still no one answered.

The third time, the call went through.

There was no sound from Ning Zhi over there.

Only the sound of the wind.

It's a mess.

There's also that ear-piercing sound when the car brakes to a stop.

Lin Ye gripped his phone, his throat dry.

"Ningzhi?"

A very soft panting came from the other end.

It sounded like someone was running while covering a microphone.

A few seconds later, Ning Zhi's low voice rang out.

"Linye."

I think I saw Liu Nian.

Lin Ye was about to speak.

A man's voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

Very close.

"What are you doing standing there?"

The call was disconnected.