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

The photo was pushed in front of Lin Ye.

West section of Qingshan Cemetery.

A row of old graves, overgrown with weeds, the one in the middle has no photo.

The surface of the monument is white, and the name is worn away and almost unrecognizable.

Lin Ye glanced at it once and then looked away.

Don't look at it too much.

The more you see, the more you learn.

Pei Jingluan sat opposite her, her fingers resting on the edge of the brown paper bag.

The room was very quiet.

The water on the stove was bubbling slightly.

grunt.

grunt.

Lin Ye stared at the water stain next to the teacup for two seconds before looking up.

"Mr. Pei's words are strange."

Pei Jingluan looked at him.

Lin Ye smiled.

"With so many graves in the cemetery, if I knew every single one of them, my salary would have increased long ago."

Bai Jingchuan stood by the door, his eyes flickering.

Pei Jingluan did not change her expression.

"You don't recognize him?"

"I don't know him."

"Then why did you find Qingbo?"

Lin Ye said, "Mr. Pei, I'm just a security guard at a cemetery, and I can't find any information about Qingbo."

Pei Jingluan said, "Miss Gu has found out."

Lin Ye looked at Gu Wantang.

Gu Wantang held her teacup but didn't drink it.

Her expression was as calm as if this had nothing to do with her.

Lin Ye withdrew his gaze.

"Then you'll have to ask Miss Gu."

Pei Jingluan also glanced at Gu Wantang.

"Would Miss Gu be willing to answer?"

Gu Wantang said calmly, "Mr. Pei, please remove my person from the photo first, and then I will consider whether to answer or not."

The photos on the table haven't been completely put away yet.

A17.

Artificial lake.

The old cold storage facility on the South Ring Road.

There are also unmarked graves in the western area.

Gu Wantang's meaning was very clear.

This is not "taking a look".

This is tracking.

Pei Jingluan put the photos back into the paper bag one by one.

In the end, only the picture of the nameless tomb remained.

"Miss Gu, rest assured, I have no interest in the Gu family."

Gu Wantang said, "You seem quite interested in cemetery security guards."

"no way."

Pei Jingluan looked down at the photo.

"An ordinary security guard knows too much."

Lin Ye didn't answer.

Pei Jingluan reached out and pushed the photo a little closer to Lin Ye.

"This tomb was not an unmarked tomb before."

Lin Ye's heart skipped a beat.

His face didn't move.

Pei Jingluan continued, "The tomb owner worked at the Qingdao Museum before his death."

Gu Wantang's cup lid lightly touched the rim of the cup.

It's very light.

Lin Ye heard it.

She also wrote down that sentence.

Pei Jingluan looked at Lin Ye.

"His surname is Zheng."

The sound of water on the stove suddenly became louder.

Bai Jingchuan stood by the door, his eyes visibly tense.

Lin Ye held his breath.

It seems that Bai Jingchuan didn't know everything about this matter.

Pei Jingluan did not look at Bai Jingchuan.

He added it as if it were just a casual remark.

"Zheng Shou'an".

As soon as those three words were spoken, Lin Ye felt a chill run down his spine.

Zheng Shouan.

The nameless grave has finally been given a name.

But this name wasn't found in the files, nor was it confirmed by the police.

It was Pei Jingluan who said it.

Lin Ye lowered his eyes, as if he didn't understand.

"Does Mr. Pei know him?"

Pei Jingluan smiled.

"It's normal for people in the secondhand market to know more people."

"Then why are you asking me?"

"Because after his death, some things were never fully found."

Lin Ye looked up.

Pei Jingluan's voice was still not loud.

"Some people say that he left a copy, which was tucked into a catalog of the collection's inventory. The paper itself wasn't valuable; the problem was that it was stamped."

Bai Jingchuan's fingers tightened slightly at the door.

It loosened again.

This is a very small amount.

But Lin Ye saw it.

What Zheng Shou'an left behind was not just a few repeated words in his tomb.

He really did leave something behind.

Moreover, Pei Jingluan didn't take all of them.

Lin Ye's heart beat a little faster.

He put his hands on his knees and pressed them down.

"Mr. Pei has the wrong person."

"Yeah?"

"I work the night shift at the cemetery, and I don't handle the Qingbo warehouse."

Pei Jingluan leaned back a little.

"But you've come at the perfect time tonight."

Lin Ye said, "You sent out the invitations."

"Send the invitation to Miss Gu."

Pei Jingluan looked at him.

I didn't send it to you.

Lin Ye smiled.

"I was just lucky."

"Mr. Lin doesn't seem like someone who relies solely on luck."

"Mr. Pei, you flatter me."

Lin Ye said, "If I were truly capable, I wouldn't be sitting here letting you ask me questions."

Pei Jingluan looked at him but didn't speak immediately.

Lin Ye's phone vibrated in his pocket.

It's very light.

It was pressed against my leg.

He didn't move.

Pei Jingluan also saw it.

"Is the night shift group busy again?"

Lin Ye said, "Some people might ask if the toilet is clogged."

Bai Jingchuan sneered.

Gu Wantang suddenly put down her teacup.

"Mr. Pei."

Pei Jingluan turned her head.

Gu Wantang said, "Since you've brought up Zheng Shou'an, let's put this out there."

Lin Ye's heart tightened.

Gu Wantang has received the news.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have brought Zheng Shouan up on the table.

Pei Jingluan looked at her.

"How would you like to bring this up, Miss Gu?"

"Qingbo warehouse manager, museum collection swap, A17 hidden compartment, Hongyun cold chain, Shanhaiye Banquet."

With each word Gu Wantang uttered, Bai Jingchuan's expression darkened.

She spoke slowly.

Like reading a list.

"Mr. Pei, do you think these words, when put together, form a story or a case?"

Pei Jingluan smiled.

"Miss Gu said it's a case, so it's a case?"

Gu Wantang said, "It's not up to me to decide."

She placed her phone on the table.

The screen is facing down.

"The outsiders have the final say."

Bai Jingchuan immediately looked at Pei Jingluan.

That glance couldn't be hidden.

Lin Ye could see it clearly.

Something happened outside.

There's some noise coming from the back alley.

Pei Jingluan did not ask immediately.

He was still looking at Gu Wantang.

"Miss Gu is very well prepared tonight."

"Not as good as Mr. Pei."

Gu Wantang said, "You even took pictures of the cemetery."

Pei Jingluan lowered her head and smiled.

He picked up the photo of the unmarked grave.

The photo flickered gently between his fingers.

"Miss Gu, are you in such a hurry because you're afraid I'll find out something?"

Gu Wantang did not answer.

Pei Jingluan then looked at Lin Ye.

"Mr. Lin."

Lin Ye looked up.

"Tell me, how much can a dead person leave behind?"

This statement is too close to home.

It was like a hand already resting on the back of Lin Ye's neck.

Lin Ye smiled.

"See how much money he had when he was alive."

Pei Jingluan asked, "You don't have any money?"

"If you have no money, leave behind debt."

"What if he left behind a secret?"

Lin Ye looked at the photo.

This time, he didn't dodge immediately.

He only glanced at the tombstone.

The characters on the stele have been worn away too much.

The photo is blurry.

I can't see anything clearly.

But that voice popped into his head.

The one in the display case is fake.

Don't take it away.

There's wind inside the wall.

There's another one underwater.

Zheng Shou'an has been dead for many years.

The name was worn away.

There are no photos.

No one comes to the grave.

But the sound he left behind still echoes around the cemetery again and again at night.

Lin Ye swallowed the chill.

"That depends on whether the living dare to listen."

Pei Jingluan's expression changed slightly.

not much.

It was like the surface of water being touched by a needle.

Bai Jingchuan immediately looked at Lin Ye.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Ye turned his head to look at him.

"Mr. Bai, please don't be hasty. I'm just telling a story."

Pei Jingluan smiled slowly.

"it is good."

He put the photo back on the table.

"Then let's tell a story."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a thin photocopy from the brown paper bag.

The paper was old, and the edges were yellowed.

Pei Jingluan pressed it down with two fingers, only half of it showing.

Lin Ye glanced at a few words.

Qingcheng Museum.

Temporary exhibition allocation.

The review was abnormal.

The rest of the text was obscured by his hand and could not be seen.

Pei Jingluan said, "I saw one of these in the secondhand market."

Gu Wantang looked at the paper.

"Where did it come from?"

"From a story."

Pei Jingluan did not offer her the copy.

"Zheng Shou'an thought that he could stop something by making a few copies of a piece of paper. He was too naive."

Gu Wantang said, "So you told him to shut up?"

Pei Jingluan raised her eyes.

"Miss Gu, you need to have evidence to back up your claims."

"Don't you have some on your table?"

"It's just a piece of paper."

Pei Jingluan gently tapped the photocopy.

"Without a complete provenance, without the original document, and without witnesses, taking it out would only turn it into the ramblings of a dead man on his deathbed."

Gu Wantang looked at him.

"Then why are you still keeping it?"

Pei Jingluan did not answer.

Lin Ye looked down at the piece of paper that was only half visible.

This was not Zheng Shouan's last one.

It looks more like a sample image.

Or rather, it's fish bait.

Pei Jingluan took it out to see if Gu Wantang had a complete one.

If Gu Wantang rushes to reach out, she will lose.

Just as Lin Ye was about to speak, his phone vibrated twice more in his pocket.

This earthquake was very sudden.

He still didn't take it.

But Gu Wantang's phone lit up for a moment.

She glanced down at it.

Just once.

Then, she gently put the lid back on the cup.

The sound was very steady.

Lin Ye understood.

There are results from outside.

Bai Jingchuan's phone vibrated by the door.

Bai Jingchuan glanced down at it, and his expression changed instantly.

Although he quickly turned off his phone, it was too late.

Pei Jingluan also saw it.

"What's wrong?"

Bai Jingchuan did not answer immediately.

This pause is worse than an answer.

Pei Jingluan's smile faded.

"explain."

Bai Jingchuan took a step closer and lowered his voice.

"The back alley was blocked off."

Gu Wantang held her teacup without looking up.

Lin Ye felt a sense of relief.

Tao Shuang received it.

Ning Zhi didn't let them down either.

Bai Jingchuan continued, "The cultural relics inspectors showed their credentials and sealed off a small truck."

Pei Jingluan stopped holding the beads in her hand.

"Where's the box?"

Bai Jingchuan's expression turned even uglier.

"It's not a blank box."

The room fell silent.

Bai Jingchuan added, "It's an old cabinet, with two filing boxes. They were just carried out through the back door."

Old cabinet.

File box.

The things Zheng Shou'an left behind might be inside.

Pei Jingluan looked at Gu Wantang.

Gu Wantang looked up.

"Mr. Pei, please don't look at me like that."

Her tone was calm.

"The back alley is a public road."

Bai Jingchuan said coldly, "Since when did Miss Gu's people start interfering with public roads?"

Gu Wantang said, "I don't care."

She paused for a moment.

"Cultural Relics Inspection and Supervision Bureau"

Bai Jingchuan's expression changed completely.

Pei Jingluan did not immediately lose her composure.

He bent down and slowly folded the old photocopy back into the paper bag.

The movements were very steady.

He was so composed that he didn't seem like someone with no way out.

Lin Ye became even more wary.

The more stable such a person is, the more it indicates they have a backup plan.

Pei Jingluan put the paper bag back under the low cabinet.

"Miss Gu is quick."

Gu Wantang said, "Mr. Pei is quick on his feet. We just arrived and you're already preparing to move the cabinets from the back door."

"The cabinet only contains old accounts."

"That's perfect."

Gu Wantang said, "Old scores should be settled."

Pei Jingluan smiled.

"Does Miss Gu think that getting a few boxes will be enough to overturn the Mountain and Sea Banquet?"

Gu Wantang did not answer.

Pei Jingluan then looked at Lin Ye.

"Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

Lin Ye knew that he had thrown another message at him.

What Pei Jingluan wants to do most right now is to leave this private room.

As long as he leaves, Bai Jingchuan will have the opportunity to clear the field, make substitutions, and move the white box in the backcourt.

The outside is blocked by old cabinets and filing boxes.

Whether the white refrigerated box is still there or not, nobody knows.

Lin Ye De Tuo.

It was delayed until Tao Shuang confirmed.

They dragged it until the cultural relics inspectors entered the gate.

They dragged it out until Pei Jingluan could no longer describe all of this as "drinking tea."

Looking at the photo of the unmarked grave on the table, Lin Ye suddenly said, "Mr. Pei just said that whoever has the item has the right to tell the story."

Pei Jingluan looked at him.

"I said that."

"Now it's time for someone else to tell the story."

Bai Jingchuan coldly replied, "Who do you think you are?"

Gu Wantang looked up.

Bai Jingchuan shut his mouth.

Lin Ye was not angry.

He lowered his head and chuckled.

"I am nothing."

He said, "I just think it's ridiculous that you're afraid of the papers a person left behind when they've been buried in an unmarked grave."

Pei Jingluan's smile vanished.

Lin Ye continued, "Mr. Pei just asked how much a dead person can leave behind. I don't know."

He looked at the photo.

"But I know that the more urgently the living are searching, the more likely there are still survivors."

The water on the stove suddenly boiled.

The lid of the kettle bounced slightly.

Bai Jingchuan went over to turn off the stove.

Pei Jingluan raised her hand to stop him.

He stared at the forest.

His gaze finally turned cold.

"You've been stalling for time."

Lin Ye didn't say anything.

Pei Jingluan leaned forward slightly.

"You don't understand bronzes, you don't understand the transfer of goods, and you don't understand the rules of the secondhand market."

His voice was very low.

"But you always manage to step on the spots left by the dead."

Lin Ye's palms were slightly wet.

Gu Wantang did not move.

Bai Jingchuan stood by the door, his hand already on the doorknob.

Pei Jingluan looked at Lin Ye and said, word by word:

"Mr. Lin, you don't understand cultural relics."

He paused for a moment.

"You know about the dead."