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

Bai Jingchuan's smile slowly faded.

The tea room fell silent immediately.

The courtyard outside was still talking.

The voices were hushed behind a door, as if separated by a layer of water.

Lin Ye held the small plate without his hand shaking.

The mung bean cakes were made very delicately, square in shape, with fine flowers pressed along the edges.

But he's not in the mood to look at the snacks right now.

He was thinking about the two tire tracks under the cabinet.

There's still some water that hasn't dried.

Bai Jingchuan looked at him.

Is it strange that desserts are processed using cold chain logistics?

Lin Ye looked down at the mung bean cake.

"That's not surprising."

He brought the plate closer to his nose, then put it down.

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone like me, a poor person."

Bai Jingchuan smiled again.

The smile faded a bit.

"It seems Miss Gu made the right choice in bringing you here to broaden your horizons."

"It's truly eye-opening."

Lin Ye said, "At most, a cemetery will refrigerate a wreath, but you people here are even particular about mung bean cakes."

Bai Jingchuan stared at him for two seconds.

Lin Ye knew he didn't believe him.

It's okay if you don't believe me.

In a place like this, they're not afraid of you lying.

What I'm afraid of is that you're trying too hard to fake it.

Bai Jingchuan turned around and took out a small silver box from the low cabinet next to him.

The box lid is opened.

There were ice packs and several dishes of tea and snacks inside.

Mung bean cake, chestnut pastry, and a few sliced ​​fruits.

It's all true.

It was indeed air-conditioned.

"We have a lot of guests tonight, and we're worried some things might spoil."

Bai Jingchuan pushed the box towards Lin Ye.

"This is what you call cold chain."

Lin Ye looked down.

The box wasn't big.

It has no wheels.

Even that couldn't leave those two marks on the ground.

He nodded.

"I've learned something new."

Bai Jingchuan closed the silver box and casually put it back.

"Mr. Lin."

"Um?"

"You just said you're a cemetery security guard."

"right."

"So, what do you usually rely on to judge people?"

Lin Ye looked up.

Bai Jingchuan stood under the lamp, his smile gentle and warm.

But the spot where he was standing blocked the way out.

It's not like you're forcing someone.

It's not comfortable for people either.

Lin Ye said, "It depends on what people bring when they come to sweep the tombs."

Bai Jingchuan raised an eyebrow.

"What should I bring?"

"Some people brought flowers, some brought wine, and some brought paper money."

Lin Ye said, "Some people come empty-handed, with only their mouths."

Bai Jingchuan chuckled.

"Is wearing a mouthpiece bad?"

"That's fine. Those who cry the most are usually the ones in the most hurry to leave."

Bai Jingchuan looked at him.

"So, which type do you think I am?"

Lin Ye put the mung bean cake back on the table.

"Mr. Bai doesn't seem like someone who goes to sweep graves."

"Like what?"

"Like selling cemetery plots."

Bai Jingchuan's laughter paused for a moment.

This isn't considered an insult.

But it wasn't a compliment either.

Lin Ye didn't give him a chance to react and continued, "You know who's afraid of what, who wants what, and you also know what to put at the front to sell the best."

Someone walked by outside the tea room.

The footsteps were very light.

Bai Jingchuan did not speak immediately.

After a few seconds, he slowly said, "Did Miss Gu teach you?"

"Nobody taught me."

Lin Ye said, "After looking at cemeteries for a long time, everyone looks pretty much the same."

Bai Jingchuan put down the tea tongs.

The metal made a soft sound as it touched the porcelain plate.

"Mr. Lin, let me give you a piece of advice."

"Please speak."

"In some places, having too good eyesight isn't a good thing."

Lin Ye nodded.

"I think so too."

He looked down at his shoes.

"So before I came in, Miss Gu kept telling me not to look around."

Bai Jingchuan stared at him.

"Did you listen?"

"I only listened to half of it."

Which half?

"The half that wasn't touched."

This time, Bai Jingchuan genuinely smiled.

Before the smile had faded, someone knocked twice on the door of the tea room.

Bai Jingchuan didn't turn around.

"explain."

The person outside the door lowered their voice.

"Mr. Bai, there's something going on at the side door."

Bai Jingchuan's expression remained unchanged.

"What is it?"

The person outside hesitated for a moment.

"Someone is taking pictures."

Lin Ye's fingers tightened slightly.

Bai Jingchuan glanced at him.

This glance was very light.

Like a casual glance.

Lin Ye knew that he was waiting for Lin Ye to react.

Lin Ye didn't ask.

I didn't touch my phone either.

He simply looked at the mung bean cake on the table.

"Mr. Bai, may I take one of these pastries with me?"

Bai Jingchuan looked at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Miss Gu hasn't eaten yet."

Lin Ye said, "If I go back empty-handed, she'll probably think I really went to eat."

Bai Jingchuan lowered his head and smiled.

"Mr. Lin is very considerate of his boss."

"Working class habits."

Bai Jingchuan didn't stop him anymore.

He took a small piece of oiled paper, wrapped a piece of mung bean cake in it, and handed it to Lin Ye.

"Let's go."

Lin Ye took it.

When my fingers touched the oil paper, I could smell a faint refrigerated smell.

It doesn't smell like mung beans.

It's damp and cold.

He bent down and carefully put away the mung bean cake.

With that one glance down, he scanned the area under the cabinet.

The two wheel tracks lead to the far right of the tall cabinet.

There is a very thin gap at the bottom of the cabinet door.

There was no light coming through the crack.

But it has air conditioning.

Bai Jingchuan pushed open the door to the tea room.

Suddenly, a cacophony of sounds came in.

The lights in the courtyard were dimmer than before.

The bronze zun on the stage has been moved to the side hall.

Several people went over to see.

Gu Wantang remained seated, without moving.

She saw Lin Ye come out, and her gaze lingered for only a moment.

Lin Ye walked back and placed the oil paper in front of her.

"These are snacks Mr. Bai treated us to."

Gu Wantang looked at the oiled paper.

It hasn't been dismantled.

"Is it tasty?"

"I didn't eat."

Why?

"Afraid of the price."

That sounds like a joke.

Gu Wantang understood.

Her finger lightly touched the edge of the oil paper.

The outside of the oil paper was cool.

As Lin Ye sat down, his phone vibrated in his palm.

He looked down.

It's Tao Shuang.

The person taking the photo at the side gate is not Ning Zhi.

Ning Zhi is alright for now.

Lin Ye felt a little relieved.

But the next second, a second message popped up.

The person taking the photos was brought in.

Lin Ye looked up.

Two men in black escorted a young man into the Guiyun Clubhouse through the side entrance.

The man was in his twenties, wore glasses, had a pale face, and was clutching a cell phone in his hand.

It's not Ningzhi.

It must be her colleague from the cultural and tourism sector.

Lin Ye didn't look for long.

Looking at something for too long is the same as knowing it.

Bai Jingchuan followed behind, a smile returning to his face.

"Gentlemen, it seems quite a few friends have come tonight."

His voice wasn't loud.

The courtyard gradually quieted down.

The young man's lips were pale.

"I was just passing by."

Bai Jingchuan laughed, "You took thirteen photos just passing by the side entrance of Guiyun Club?"

The man fell silent.

Gu Wantang put down her teacup.

"Mr. Bai, the streets outside are not your responsibility."

Bai Jingchuan looked at her.

"Miss Gu is right."

He nodded slightly.

"I don't have jurisdiction over the streets outside. But he was filming my back door."

Gu Wantang said, "Then we can call the police."

Bai Jingchuan's smile deepened.

"Someone has already reported it."

Lin Ye's heart sank.

Bai Jingchuan certainly wouldn't wait for the police to arrive.

He said "someone reported it" for the people in the arena to hear.

It means he is in the right in this matter.

If someone is caught secretly filming, then the authorities have a reason to check their phone, change the route of movement, and move things from the backstage area.

That cold chain box will probably be moved immediately.

Gu Wantang had also thought of that.

She didn't say anything more.

Lin Ye looked down at the oil paper.

The mung bean cake is still inside.

He reached out and peeled the oil paper apart a little.

Gu Wantang glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Lin Ye broke the mung bean cake in half.

The filling inside is light green.

There's nothing there.

However, there was a little water on the inside of the oil paper.

He rubbed it with his fingertip and whispered, "It's cold."

Gu Wantang didn't look at him.

Lin Ye continued in a voice only the two of them could hear: "There's a door behind the cabinet."

Gu Wantang picked up her teacup.

The lid tapped the rim of the cup lightly.

She heard it.

In the room, Bai Jingchuan had already taken the young man's phone.

The man tried to grab it, but the man in black held him down by the shoulder.

Bai Jingchuan did not turn the page immediately.

He looked up at the second floor.

"Mr. Pei?"

Pei Jingluan sat behind the railing, her expression indifferent.

"Don't look at the guests' things without permission."

Bai Jingchuan paused for a moment.

Pei Jingluan added, "Let him delete it himself."

That sounds respectable.

This also gave the young man some leeway.

But Lin Ye could tell that Pei Jingluan wasn't soft-hearted.

He didn't want Bai Jingchuan to make a big fuss here.

Making a scene now will be bad for everyone.

The box in the back area hasn't left yet.

Bai Jingchuan handed the phone back to the young man.

"Delete it."

The young man's hands were shaking violently.

He opened the photo album and deleted them one by one.

Bai Jingchuan watched each image being deleted.

Lin Ye's phone vibrated again.

This time it's Ning Zhi.

Ignore him.

There was nothing important on his phone.

Lin Ye's eyelids drooped, and he didn't reply.

Ningzhi issued another statement:

I'm on the other side.

The car had just entered the back alley.

Lin Ye's heart tightened again.

He cannot go back.

Bai Jingchuan was present.

Pei Jingluan was upstairs.

He could be seen if he lowered his head even once.

After the young man deleted the photos, he was taken to a side room.

No, I didn't.

I didn't scold them.

They didn't let them go.

The atmosphere in the room completely changed.

It was just a banquet.

It's like someone is slowly closing the door.

Bai Jingchuan turned around and smiled, "It was just a little incident. Please continue drinking your tea."

Nobody really believed it was just a minor incident.

But no one left.

Pei Jingluan stood up from the second floor.

This was the first time he had gotten up that evening.

Everyone downstairs looked over.

He leaned on the railing, glanced around, and finally his gaze settled on Gu Wantang.

"Miss Gu."

Gu Wantang looked up.

Pei Jingluan said, "Would you like a cup of tea upstairs?"

Gu Wantang hadn't spoken yet.

Pei Jingluan's gaze fell on Lin Ye again.

"Bring your friend, who's good at judging people, along too."

Bai Jingchuan stood at the top of the stairs, smiling as he turned to the side.

Lin Ye glanced at the small corridor on the right.

The door was closed.

The young man in black was still guarding the place.

The damp stain under the door was still wet.

Before Lin Ye stood up, he put his hand into his pocket.

The phone screen lit up briefly inside the fabric.

He didn't look down.

Based solely on the input box where I had just been, I slowly typed two words.

Back alley.

The phone vibrated slightly the moment I sent it.

Lin Ye took his hand out.

Bai Jingchuan looked at him.

"Let's go, Mr. Lin."

Lin Ye smiled.

"Do you have any snacks upstairs?"

Bai Jingchuan's smile was devoid of warmth.

"There is tea."

"That's fine too."

Lin Ye followed Gu Wantang up the stairs.

As soon as he stepped onto the first step, he heard a soft sound coming from the back of the field.

Like closing the cabinet door.

It's very light.

But that one sound was clearer than the voices of everyone downstairs.