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

After Lin Ye said, "Don't let it open yet," no one in the guard booth responded.

All eyes were on his phone.

In the photo, a white refrigerated truck is parked next to the unloading area outside the side gate of Qingcheng Museum.

The paint on the four characters "Hongyun Cold Chain" on the vehicle was chipped.

The rear door was closed.

Two people in dark work clothes were standing by the door; one was looking down at his phone, and the other was smoking.

Ningzhi sent another photo.

The angle is a bit off.

Through the trees and iron railings, only the rear of the car and the side entrance of the museum could be seen.

Her colleague must have been quite far away, because the photo is a bit blurry when enlarged.

Ning Zhi's message then popped up.

The car door wasn't open yet.

Someone from the museum came out to make contact.

My colleague is on the second floor of the coffee shop across the street; we didn't go near him.

Lin Ye forwarded the photos to Gu Wantang and Lu Zhixia.

Lu Zhixia replied quickly.

Don't come near.

Don't take a picture of my face.

Don't alert the other party.

Lin Ye stared at the three lines of text and said in a low voice, "Would sending this to a reporter have any effect?"

My phone immediately vibrated.

Ning Zhi seemed to hear it through the screen.

I can keep an eye on him.

Linye returned.

Reporter Ning has excellent professional skills.

Ningzhi replied instantly.

This sentence is barely acceptable.

The security booth shouldn't be laughing at a time like this.

But Lin Ye still chuckled softly.

Liu Nian looked up at him.

Her eyes were red, and she held the hot water that Uncle Zhao had poured for her.

The water had long since gone cold.

"Is my mom on that bus?"

The moment those words were spoken, the smile on Lin Ye's face vanished.

He looked at her.

In the video, Zhou Qin and the wooden box are in a vehicle.

But the white refrigerated truck parked in front of the museum now may not be that one.

It's highly likely not.

The other party can split the car.

You can also change cars.

You can also deliberately let them see a car.

Lin Ye didn't offer empty words of comfort.

"It cannot be determined at this time."

Liu Nian's lips trembled slightly.

"Then what's the point of stopping the car?"

Lin Ye opened his mouth, but couldn't reply for a moment.

This question is very straightforward.

It's also very sharp.

Tao Shuang stood at the door, her phone pressed to her ear, her voice very low.

"Ms. Gu, we can't just block them from entering the museum. We don't have law enforcement authority, and rushing in would only alert them."

She listened for a few seconds.

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, she looked at Lin Ye.

"Ms. Gu asked Lu Zhixia to contact the museum and suspend the opening and withdrawal of the exhibits for review based on professional reasons. Attorney Shen sent a letter at the same time."

Lin Ye nodded.

This is more reliable than rushing over and smashing the car door.

It's also more reliable than having Ningzhi's colleague shout "There are cultural relics in the car" at the museum entrance.

Just imagining that scene makes it feel like news, and also like being in prison.

Less than two minutes later, Lu Zhixia called.

Lin Ye picked up.

I could hear footsteps coming from her side; the sound of heels clicking on the ground was very rapid.

"I contacted my former mentor from the Qingdao Museum's collection department."

Lin Ye asked, "Can we stop them?"

"You can't say 'stop'."

Lu Zhixia's voice was very steady.

"I reminded them that the vehicles being dismantled today might have issues with their container labels, seals, and transportation qualifications. As long as the museum verifies them according to its internal procedures, the vehicle doors cannot be opened for the time being."

"Will they listen?"

"I will listen to part of it."

Lu Zhixia paused for a moment.

"Unless someone in the building insists on it being open."

Lin Ye understood.

This is more complicated than simply saying "traitor".

Liu Nian sat to the side, listening intently.

She didn't interrupt, but just gripped the paper cup tighter.

Lu Zhixia continued, "There's one more thing, don't just focus on what's inside the car."

Lin Ye frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Today, the Qingdao Expo was already having temporary exhibitions being replaced. The normal procedure is to open the display cases, remove the exhibits, verify them on-site, pack them, and put them into storage."

Lu Zhixia lowered her voice.

"That car outside might not be here to deliver something."

Lin Ye straightened up a little.

"Or maybe they're here to pick up something?"

"right."

The guard booth fell silent immediately.

Liu Nian didn't quite understand.

Uncle Zhao frowned.

Tao Shuang also looked up at Lin Ye.

Lu Zhixia said, "If what the other party really wants to do is to remove the items from the display case, then as long as the vehicle goes through the process, it will have the opportunity to come into contact with the exhibits."

Display case.

These two words were like a thread, suddenly tugging at Lin Ye's ear.

The muffled voice from the nameless grave in the western district resurfaced in my mind.

The one in the display case is fake.

fake.

Don't take it away.

Lin Ye held his phone but didn't speak immediately.

Lu Zhixia noticed his silence.

"Lin Ye?"

"I am here."

What comes to mind?

Lin Ye looked out the window.

The cemetery was brightly lit during the day, but the pine and cypress trees in the western section remained dark.

"What if they're not going to put the boxes in a museum, but instead use the exhibition's dismantling as an excuse to take the items away?"

There was a two-second silence on Lu Zhixia's end.

"possible."

"Why is it stuck?"

"Have the museum suspend the dismantling of the exhibition."

"Is the reason sufficient?"

"The transport vehicle is malfunctioning, the container labels are malfunctioning, the seals are malfunctioning—enough to put them on hold internally."

After Lu Zhixia finished speaking, she added another sentence.

"But suspending it will offend people. Changing a temporary exhibition isn't something that can be done just by one person nodding in approval."

Hearing her footsteps, Lin Ye suddenly asked, "Where are you now?"

Lu Zhixia paused for a second.

"On the way to Qingdao Museum."

Lin Ye was stunned.

"Are you coming over?"

"I'm not going to the scene."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"They need someone who understands container labels to point out what's wrong from outside the door."

Her voice was still cold.

"Also, don't use that tone. I'm not here to save you."

Lin Ye held his phone, his throat feeling a little dry.

He wasn't poor this time.

He simply said, "Be careful."

There was a half-second of silence on Lu Zhixia's end.

"The same to you."

She hung up the phone.

Uncle Zhao picked up the now-cold tea, took a sip, and glanced at Lin Ye.

"This appraiser is really dedicated."

Lin Ye put down his phone.

"They're professionals, after all."

Uncle Zhao snorted.

Would professionals venture into troublesome places in the middle of the day?

Lin Ye didn't answer.

Tao Shuang glanced at him but didn't say anything.

My phone vibrated again.

Gu Wantang sent a message.

Qingbo temporarily stopped opening the car door.

The dismantling process will be paused for ten minutes.

ten minutes.

Lin Ye looked at those two words.

He's waited far too many ten minutes these past two days.

Not a single ten minutes was peaceful.

Liu Nian finally spoke.

"What about my mom?"

Lin Ye looked at her.

That's the hardest part.

The car door didn't open, and the box didn't move.

But Zhou Qin is still in their hands.

If the other party finds that the museum's procedures are blocked, they may not run away.

They may escalate the threat.

Tao Shuang had obviously thought of that as well.

Just as she was about to call Gu Wantang, Liu Nian's phone, which was on the table, vibrated first.

Everyone looked over.

Liu Nian's hand suddenly reached out, then stopped in mid-air.

This time, without Tao Shuang reminding her, she pushed the phone over herself.

Tao Shuang took the photo first, then opened it.

It's not a video.

It is a text.

Don't delay.

The car door opened before 2:40.

Liu Nian's face turned pale.

"They know..."

Lin Ye looked at the words and his heart sank.

I found out too quickly.

The moment the Qingdao Museum paused, the other party immediately sent a message.

This means someone is monitoring the process.

Or someone inside the building might pass on a message.

Tao Shuang's expression also changed.

"Someone in the museum passed a message to them."

Uncle Zhao cursed.

"It's so dirty."

Lin Ye stared at the message.

Don't delay.

The car door opened before 2:40.

very short.

No nonsense.

This also revealed something.

They were in a hurry to open the car door.

They got anxious when the car door wouldn't open.

But which door is it that they're in such a hurry to open?

Refrigerated car door?

Display case door?

Or is it the warehouse door?

Lin Ye lowered his head and wrote in his notebook:

The car door opened.

The display case is open.

The warehouse is open.

Why must it be opened?

As he was writing the third line, a very soft voice suddenly came from the east side.

It's like being separated by water.

It is an unmarked grave.

"Don't open the cabinet."

Lin Ye paused, his pen poised.

The nameless tomb rarely speaks.

Every time I speak, it's like air is leaking out.

"It's open..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

"It just won't close."

Mr. Wei muttered, "Who's opening the counter?"

Old Li said, "That guy from the West District is at it again."

Lin Ye ignored them.

He lowered his head and gripped the pen tightly.

The sound of the nameless grave drifted over again.

"The red ones are on the outside."

"The white one is inside."

"Signed the wrong document..."

Lin Ye suddenly looked up.

The red ones are on the outside.

The white one is inside.

You signed the wrong document.

He immediately opened the photo of the box label that Lu Zhixia had sent him.

In Liu Jian'an's old photo, the wooden box has a red seal on it.

In Zhou Qin's video, the wooden crates inside the carriage also had red seals.

Museums should have their own sealing and sealing procedures when removing exhibits and storing them.

Lin Ye sent a message to Lu Zhixia.

When exhibits are removed from the Qingdao Expo and stored in the warehouse, are the seals different colors?

Lu Zhixia did not reply immediately.

A message popped up a dozen seconds later.

meeting.

Red tags are often used for shipments to overseas destinations.

After the data is checked upon entry into the warehouse, a white signature is issued.

Lin Ye stared at the two lines of text, his fingers slowly tightening.

He then asked:

What happens if the boxes with red tags go directly into the warehouse?

Lu Zhixia replied quickly.

Normally it won't work.

Unless you skip the review.

Or you can use a box that has already been signed for.

Lin Ye looked at the last sentence.

Replace it with a box that has already been signed for.

Inside the security booth, Uncle Zhao noticed that his expression was off.

"What's wrong now?"

Lin Ye did not answer immediately.

He forwarded Lu Zhixia's message to Gu Wantang and added a paragraph.

They might need to exchange a red tag for a white tag.

Red lottery boxes on the bus, white lottery boxes inside the venue.

Once the car doors, display cases, and warehouse doors are opened simultaneously, the scene becomes chaotic, making it possible to switch the items.

After that, the items are stored in the warehouse, and the paperwork is clean.

Gu Wantang did not reply immediately this time.

Almost half a minute later, she only sent two words.

clear.

Lin Ye's heart was still racing as he looked at those two words.

Liu Nian sat to the side, staring intently at him.

"What about my mom?"

Lin Ye held his phone.

If the other party is in a hurry to open the door, Zhou Qin is very likely in a car.

It might also be placed in a location where videos can be taken at any time.

They tied Zhou Qin and the box together.

This is to prevent them from forcefully blocking our way.

Ning Zhi's message suddenly popped up.

Another car arrived at the side entrance of the museum.

The photos followed immediately.

It's not a refrigerated truck.

It was a silver-gray minivan, parked diagonally opposite the side door.

Window tinting.

You can't see inside.

Ningzhi sprouted again.

A person got out of the passenger seat, wearing a mask and hat, and went through the side door with a document bag.

The photo is blurry.

The man had his head down, was thin, and walked rather quickly.

Lin Ye didn't recognize it.

Tao Shuang leaned over for a look and frowned.

"Like Jiang Cheng."

Lin Ye looked up.

"Sure?"

"uncertain."

Tao Shuang forwarded the photos to Gu Wantang.

Gu Wantang quickly replied with three words.

It's Jiang Cheng.

The atmosphere inside the guard booth changed instantly.

Jiang Cheng personally entered the museum.

This indicates that the conversation inside the building was not a regular exchange.

Someone is trying to use the documents to pressure the process.

Lin Ye stared at the file folder in the photo.

"What is he holding?"

no one knows.

But if Jiang Cheng, the former lawyer, personally delivered it, it certainly wouldn't be an ordinary instruction manual.

Gu Wantang called.

Lin Ye picked up.

Her voice was lower than before.

"Jiang Cheng took the documents inside."

"What document?"

"The organizers said that the temporary exhibition organizers issued an emergency authorization, requiring the exhibition to be dismantled as originally planned."

Lin Ye glanced at the time.

2:18.

There are 22 minutes left until 2:40.

The paper cup in Liu Nian's hand was squeezed out of shape.

Tao Shuang stood next to her, blocking the doorway.

Gu Wantang continued, "My people can't forcibly detain people. Lu Zhixia hasn't arrived yet. There's also internal strife within the museum."

Lin Ye looked down at his notebook.

Red tag.

White sign.

Car door.

Display case.

Jiang Cheng.

Zhou Qin.

Everything is due before 2:40.

Zhou Qin pressured Liu Nian.

A17 forces Gu Wantang.

Refrigerated trucks forced entry to the museum.

Jiang Cheng used documents to force the process to proceed.

They didn't just attack one place.

They are causing chaos for everyone at the same time.

The more chaotic it is, the easier it is to open the wrong door.

Lin Ye suddenly asked Gu Wantang, "Who has the right to open the car door?"

Gu Wantang paused for a moment.

"According to the procedure, the transportation company, the temporary exhibition organizer, and the venue's warehouse manager will make confirmations."

"Can the car be opened if one party is missing?"

"cannot."

Lin Ye looked at the anti-floating bottle on the table.

No answer was given regarding the anti-floating bottle.

But he already knew where to get stuck.

"Then let's not fight over cultural relics."

Gu Wantang asked, "What do you mean?"

"Get the paperwork sorted out first."

Lin Ye spoke very quickly.

"Hongyun Cold Chain was deregistered three years ago, and the transportation company's qualifications are questionable. The license plate is questionable. The seal is questionable. According to the three-party confirmation, as long as the transportation company's qualifications are invalid, the museum cannot open its doors according to the normal procedures."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Gu Wantang said, "Continue."

Lu Zhixia reminded everyone of the professional risks.

"Attorney Shen sent a letter."

"Ningzhi is taking pictures of the license plate and the car body."

"Your people should check Hongyun Cold Chain's deregistration records and license plate numbers."

"Don't let them steer the issue around the topic of family disputes and fixate on procedural risks."

After he finished speaking, he realized that his palms were sweaty.

The security booth also quieted down for a moment.

A few seconds later, Gu Wantang said, "Okay."

Only two words.

But her footsteps immediately quickened.

Tao Shuang has already started making phone calls.

Uncle Zhao stood to the side and glanced at Lin Ye.

"Sure, Kobayashi."

Lin Ye let out a breath.

"Just guessing."

Uncle Zhao said, "If you could guess the procedure out of wild guesses, then your graduation certificate wasn't a complete waste."

Lin Ye: "..."

I don't know if this counts as a compliment.

A message from Ningzhi popped up.

The license plate has been photographed.

The car body was also photographed.

I can have my colleague check the deregistration documents for Hongyun Cold Chain.

Praise me.

Linye returned.

Reporter Ning is a first-rate rescuer.

Ningzhi returns.

That's so fake.

Just as Lin Ye was about to leave, Liu Nian suddenly asked softly, "Will this save my mother?"

Her voice was very low.

It's as if they're afraid that if they ask too loudly, the answer will be broken.

Lin Ye looked up at her.

He still couldn't guarantee it.

"It can slow them down."

Liu Nian's eyes were red.

"And then what happens when you slow down?"

Lin Ye looked at the paper cup in her hand.

"If we slow down, we'll have a chance to find out which car she's in."

Liu Nian did not ask any further questions.

She lowered her head and gripped the cup tightly.

2:27.

Gu Wantang sent a message.

The embassy has suspended the verification of the transportation qualifications.

2:29.

Lu Zhixia sent a message.

I've arrived at the side gate of the Qingdao Museum.

The car door wasn't open yet.

2:31.

Ningzhi sent a photo.

In the photo, Jiang Cheng is standing inside a side door, talking to a man in a white shirt.

The man in the white shirt looked terrible.

Jiang Cheng opened the file folder in his hand halfway.

The photo is too far away; the document content is not visible.

But when Lin Ye zoomed in, he saw a line of text in the upper right corner of the paper.

Supplementary explanation of authorization for the Genting Bay project.

He forwarded the photo to Gu Wantang.

Gu Wantang replied quickly.

He wanted to hang A17 and the temporary exhibition together.

Before Lin Ye could ask what those words meant, Liu Nian's phone vibrated again.

This time, the other party sent a photo.

In the photo, Zhou Qin is leaning against the carriage wall with her eyes closed.

There was blood at the corner of his mouth.

There was a wooden box next to it.

The red seal on the wooden crate was torn in half.

There is only one sentence below.

2:40.

If she doesn't open the door, I'll make her close her eyes completely.