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

"Lin Ye, you've stalled them."

After Gu Wantang sent this message, Lin Ye stared at the screen for two seconds.

He did not reply.

My fingers are still a little stiff.

The man's voice from the phone call just now still feels like it's right next to my ear.

Forest.

A cemetery security guard with long arms.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was cold.

Like a wisp of wind leaking out before the car door closes.

Liu Nian sat in the chair, her eyes terribly red.

She just heard Zhou Qin cough.

That one sound was like pulling her halfway up from the bottom of the water.

He was still trembling, but he was finally able to breathe.

"My mother is still alive."

She said in a low voice.

It's like confirming something.

It's like begging someone not to go back on their word.

Tao Shuang walked to the door with her phone in her hand, her voice very low.

"Don't rush to the old cold storage. Confirm the hostage's location and secure the back door first."

She listened for a few seconds.

"Don't fight over the wooden crates, save people first."

Only after those words were spoken did Lin Ye feel a little relieved.

At least this time, not everyone was focused on the box.

Liu Nian looked up at him.

"Can they be rescued?"

Tao Shuang did not answer.

She's not good at comforting people.

No guarantees will be made.

Lin Ye pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Liu Nian.

"It's impossible to say for sure right now."

Liu Nian's fingers trembled.

Lin Ye continued, "But your mother is still alive, and her position has shrunk. It's better than before."

Liu Nian lowered her head and held the paper cup.

The water in the cup has stopped steaming.

She still held on very tightly.

"That's good."

The sound was very soft.

It's like they're afraid that if things get a little bigger, they'll scare away all the good news.

The clock in the security booth struck 2:47.

Click.

Click.

It's annoying every time.

The museum is still updating with messages.

Lu Zhixia: The car door wasn't open. The transportation license is still pending.

Ning Zhi: Jiang Cheng is at the side door, and his face looks terrible.

Gu Wantang: The museum is asking the transporter to provide the original documents, but the temporary exhibition organizers disagree, and the two sides are arguing.

These messages kept pouring in.

Not good.

But at least it wasn't completely bad.

Lin Ye looked down at his notebook.

Car 01.

Car 02.

Old cold storage.

Red tokens can be exchanged for white tokens.

A17.

museum.

His pen stopped next to A17.

The man just told him to go to A17 at 2:50.

Lin Ye didn't believe the other party didn't know how long it took to get from Qingshan Cemetery to Yunding Bay.

Even if there's no traffic, it wouldn't take seven minutes to get there from here.

That wasn't meant to make him actually arrive.

It was so that he could move.

If he makes a move, Liu Nian will be thrown into chaos.

Tao Shuang wants to follow.

Gu Wantang needs to be selective about who he is dealing with.

The cemetery is empty.

Lin Ye circled "A17" and wrote next to it:

Why do I have to go?

Uncle Zhao leaned over and took a look.

"What are you writing now?"

"Thinking about things."

"Have you figured it out yet?"

"I've come up with something."

"explain."

Lin Ye looked up at the door.

The cemetery is very quiet during the day.

The shadows of the trees fell on the ground, piece by piece, like old cloths that no one had collected.

"They called my name not just because Liu Nian trusts me."

Uncle Zhao frowned.

"It's because you messed things up."

"It could also be because they think, 'I know what else is in A17.'"

Uncle Zhao's expression darkened.

Tao Shuang walked back and happened to hear it.

"Do you know?"

Lin Ye glanced at her.

"have no idea."

This is true.

He only knew a few fragments.

A17.

box.

Refrigerated truck.

Collection number.

The one in the display case is fake.

The fragments are all in my hands, but I can't piece them together to make a complete key.

Suddenly, a sound came from the east side.

Boss Wei asked slowly, "What's Xiao Lin thinking about now?"

Old Li said, "I want to get rich."

Grandma Zhao sighed.

"This doesn't look like making a fortune; it looks like debt collectors are chasing after you."

Lin Ye stopped holding the pen.

Grandpa Gu didn't say anything.

From the west side, a very faint noise could be heard.

Like fingernails scraping against a wooden board.

a bit.

Another one.

Lin Ye raised his head and looked towards the west district.

Hearing this sound during the day is even stranger than at night.

Because it was so bright all around, the strange thing had nowhere to hide.

A few seconds later, the voice from the nameless tomb drifted over softly.

There's wind inside the wall.

Lin Ye paused, his pen poised.

Boss Wei muttered, "Whose house is being spied on?"

Old Li said, "Even if you ask him, he might not know."

The nameless tomb ignored them.

The sound was intermittent, as if it had been soaked in muddy water.

"The back... is empty."

"Knock once."

"ring."

Lin Ye slowly lowered his head.

He wrote next to A17:

墙？

Empty?

Does it make a sound when you knock?

Uncle Zhao noticed that his expression was off.

"What's wrong now?"

Lin Ye didn't answer.

Uncle Zhao was used to his sudden pauses, and just muttered in a low voice, "This habit of yours will scare people away sooner or later."

Lin Ye looked at the notebook.

The unmarked tomb probably doesn't refer to the wall of Qingshan Cemetery.

It kept repeating "display case," "fake," and "don't take it away."

Now another saying has emerged: "There's wind inside the wall."

The back is empty.

It makes a sound when you knock on it.

What if we're talking about A17?

Genting Bay A17.

A villa registered under the name of a shell company.

Three years ago, refrigerated trucks delivered wooden crates inside.

Now, the other side is forcing everyone to keep an eye on that spot.

There might still be a spot in that house that hasn't been cleared away yet.

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

Check the internal structure of A17.

Basement, garage, tool shed, storage room.

Are there any later-built walls, mezzanines, or empty walls?

After sending it, he added another sentence.

Don't ask where it comes from, investigate first.

This time, Gu Wantang took more than ten seconds to reply.

receive.

A while later, she sent a second message.

Keep listening.

Lin Ye felt a tightness in his chest as he looked at those four words.

She doesn't ask anymore.

This kind of trust doesn't feel like a reward.

It's like handing him a rope and letting him pull himself into the darkness.

Tao Shuang's phone suddenly rang.

Her expression changed immediately after she answered the call.

The guard booth fell silent immediately.

Tao Shuang listened but said nothing.

A dozen seconds later, she asked in a low voice, "Where is he?"

Liu Nian suddenly stood up.

Tao Shuang glanced at her but didn't turn on the speakerphone.

Lin Ye noticed that her fingers were gripping the phone tighter and tighter.

A few seconds later, Tao Shuang hung up the phone.

Liu Nian almost lunged at him.

Where is my mom?

Tao Shuang looked at her.

"Found it."

Liu Nian's legs went weak.

Lin Ye helped her up.

She gripped Lin Ye's arm so tightly that her nails almost dug in.

"Are you alive?"

"To live."

Tao Shuang said.

"The back door of the old cold storage was broken open. The person was rescued from the back of vehicle 02. He is breathing but not fully conscious. He has been taken to the hospital."

Liu Nian didn't cry at first.

She just stared blankly, as if she hadn't understood.

Several seconds later, she squatted down and covered her face.

The sound of crying leaked out from between her fingers.

Very small.

Not making a fuss at all.

It was as if the person had finally reached their breaking point.

Uncle Zhao turned around, walked to the door, and rubbed his face vigorously.

"As long as they are rescued."

Lin Ye stood next to Liu Nian, her arm still being held by her.

She didn't let go.

He didn't pull it back either.

Tao Shuang added, "There was a wooden crate in the car. The seal had been torn open, but the crate itself wasn't opened. Police and Attorney Shen were present at the scene, and the car has been sealed off."

Lin Ye frowned.

"One?"

"We've only seen one so far."

Lin Ye felt no relief.

In Liu Jian'an's old photo, there is more than one wooden box.

There was more than one that was sent to A17 three years ago.

There was only one old cold storage unit.

The car number 01 at the side entrance of the museum hasn't been driven yet.

A17 hasn't been checked yet.

This is not over yet.

My phone vibrated.

Gu Wantang sent a picture.

This is the floor plan of the underground parking garage in Genting Bay A17.

It should be in the property management's archives.

Parking space.

Storage room.

Equipment room.

There's also an inconspicuous little room in the bottom right corner.

The annotation is:

Tool room.

Gu Wantang sent a message.

The property plan includes a tool room.

It's not in the renovation registration.

Lin Ye looked at these words, and his back slowly tensed up.

he asks:

Who is present in A17 now?

Gu Wantang replied quickly.

Property management, local police, lawyer Shen, and my people.

Only conduct safety checks.

The wall wasn't broken.

This reply reassured Lin Ye a little.

It was not trespassing.

It wasn't a direct hit.

At least it's legally sound in terms of procedures.

It was already 2:56.

The museum's dismantling of the exhibits hasn't even started yet, despite the 3 PM deadline.

Zhou Qin was rescued from the old cold storage.

The opponent is missing a card.

Next, they had to run.

We need to deal with the items in A17 that we haven't had time to transfer yet.

Lin Ye called Gu Wantang directly.

The call was answered very quickly.

There were whispers on her end, and many people were speaking in hushed tones.

"explain."

"Don't just focus on museums."

"Um."

"The people from the old cold storage have been rescued; they know that the hostage card is becoming less and less effective."

Gu Wantang did not interrupt.

Lin Ye continued, "The museum's paperwork is stuck, so the car doors can't be opened. Jiang Cheng has already shown up, and he can't keep pressing the issue for too long. The most important thing to investigate now is A17."

Gu Wantang lowered her voice.

"You suspect there's something else inside?"

"It's not certain."

Lin Ye looked at the words on the notebook.

There's wind inside the wall.

It's empty at the back.

It makes a sound when you knock on it.

"Check the walls of the tool shed."

He said.

"If there is a newly built wall, do not use strong light, and do not rush to demolish it."

There was a moment of silence on Gu Wantang's end.

Why?

"It might contain things that are sensitive to light and moisture."

"You suspect the artifacts are behind the wall?"

"have no idea."

Lin Ye said, "But the other party asked me to go to A17, which didn't seem like a casual remark."

Gu Wantang did not ask any further questions.

"I asked the property management to do a hollow wall test first. I won't open the wall."

"Um."

The call wasn't disconnected.

Gu Wantang suddenly spoke again.

"Zhou Qin survived because you held off the phone."

Lin Ye held his phone, remaining silent.

Gu Wantang's voice remained calm.

"This is not approval."

"Thank you."

Lin Ye's throat moved.

Before he could figure out how to reply, Gu Wantang had already hung up.

Uncle Zhao, holding a thermos, glanced at him sideways.

"Did Miss Gu praise you again?"

Lin Ye put down his phone.

"no."

Uncle Zhao sneered.

Your ears are all red.

Lin Ye: "..."

He really wanted Uncle Zhao to shut up.

But Liu Nian was still squatting on the ground crying.

He swallowed his words.

Ning Zhi's news also popped up.

I heard that Zhou Qin has been rescued.

Lin Ye replied:

Yes, alive.

Ningzhi paused for a few seconds before replying:

That's good.

This time she didn't make fun of herself.

They didn't press for details.

After a while, it sent another message:

Are you OK?

Lin Ye stared at those four words.

He originally intended to reply, "I'm in the cemetery, I'm safe."

Her fingers paused, and finally she only replied:

Okay.

Ningzhi replied quickly.

It's alright, but not really good.

Lin Ye chuckled softly as he read those words.

He replied:

Reporter Ning, you did a good job saving people today, please don't scold me.

Ningzhi replied instantly:

I'll owe it to you for now.

This sentence gently moved away a little of the oppressive stuff in the guard booth that made it hard to breathe.

Liu Nian's crying gradually stopped.

She looked up; her eyes were badly swollen.

"Can I go to the hospital?"

Tao Shuang glanced at her phone.

Just then, Gu Wantang's message arrived.

You can take Liu Nian to the hospital.

It cannot be done alone.

Tao Shuang said, "I'll arrange for someone to take you there, and someone will accompany you."

Liu Nian nodded.

When she stood up, her legs were still weak.

Lin Ye helped her up.

She suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Thanks."

Lin Ye thought for a moment and said, "Your mother sent you to find me, I can't ruin my reputation."

Liu Nian paused for a moment.

Her tears hadn't dried yet, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

This time, I actually smiled a little.

Uncle Zhao snorted from the side.

"And the signboard. Don't forget to clock in for your night shift first."

Lin Ye looked at him.

"Uncle Zhao, do I still have to clock in given my condition today?"

Uncle Zhao had a stern face.

"Public matters are public matters, and private matters are private matters."

After saying that, he took out his phone again.

"Never mind, I'll fix it for you."

Lin Ye was silent for a moment.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

"Come on."

Uncle Zhao waved his hand dismissively.

"You're busier working than the grass on my grave."

After Liu Nian was taken away by Tao Shuang's men, the security booth became much emptier.

There was also a bottle for preventing floating debris on the table.

The charging cable for the old-fashioned phone was not unplugged.

There is half a cup of cold water left in the paper cup.

Lin Ye sat back down in his chair and then noticed several red marks on his arm from Liu Nian's scratches.

He rubbed it with his hands.

pain.

But the pain was very real.

It's more comfortable than when I was waiting for the phone call.

Five past three.

Lu Zhixia sent a message.

The Qingbo 01 vehicle is temporarily impounded outside the side gate.

The museum requested a re-verification of the transport qualifications and seals.

Jiang Cheng left through the side door.

Lin Ye immediately asked:

Where have you been?

Lu Zhixia replied:

I don't know. Ning Zhi might have taken some pictures.

Before Lin Ye could ask, Ning Zhi's message arrived.

Jiang Cheng got into the silver-gray minivan.

Head towards Genting Bay.

The photos followed shortly after.

The van drove out of the museum's side gate.

Window tinting.

Jiang Cheng sat in the back row, only a small part of his face was visible.

Lin Ye handed the photos to Gu Wantang.

Gu Wantang replied quickly.

know.

I am outside A17.

Lin Ye sat up straight immediately.

Uncle Zhao looked at him.

"What's wrong now?"

Lin Ye did not answer.

Gu Wantang's second message popped up.

The property management staff arrived.

The lock on the tool shed door has been changed.

Another half minute passed.

Gu Wantang sent a video.

The video is very short.

The image shows a corner of the A17 underground parking garage.

The white walls are excessively clean.

It's white and looks quite new.

A maintenance worker took a small hammer and gently tapped the wall.

The sound is empty.

As the second blow landed, a very soft noise suddenly came from behind the wall.

It felt like something slid inside.

Gu Wantang remained silent.

In the video, you can only hear the property maintenance worker speaking in a low voice:

"There's space behind."

Lin Ye's back slowly tensed up.

Gu Wantang sent a message.

There is nothing behind the wall.

It's possible someone tampered with it.

Before Lin Ye returned, someone from the nameless grave in the western district suddenly whispered something.

"Don't turn on the light."

Lin Ye suddenly looked up.

The sound of the nameless grave was very faint.

"It cracked after I took a picture."

Lin Ye lowered his head and immediately sent a message to Gu Wantang.

Avoid using strong light.

There might be something that's afraid of light.

The message had just been sent, but Gu Wantang hadn't replied yet.

Ningzhi sent another photo.

A silver-gray minivan was parked at the intersection outside Genting Bay.

The car door opened a crack.

Jiang Cheng did not get out of the car.

Another man got off the bus.

Baseball cap.

Black face mask.

He was thin and wiry.

Lin Ye stared at the photo.

My heart sank.

He had never seen this figure before.

But that cold, hard feeling was very similar to the voice on the phone.

Before he could forward the photos, Gu Wantang called.

Her voice was very low.

"Linye."

"Um."

"There's a sound coming from behind the fake wall in the tool shed."

Lin Ye gripped his phone tightly.

"Like what?"

There was a few seconds of silence on Gu Wantang's end.

Then she said:

"It sounds like someone is knocking."