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

Skynet is restored, sparse but not leaking.

After Gu Mingyuan was taken away for investigation, the results of the investigations into Bai Jingchuan, Pei Jingluan, and others were also quickly announced: every single one of them was sent to work on sewing machines.

The Qingdao Museum has also posted an official announcement.

Zheng Shou'an's name reappeared where it should have been.

As for how long the investigation will continue and how many more people will be implicated, that's not something a cemetery security guard should be concerned with.

That night, Lin Ye sat in the security booth and thought about something seriously for the first time.

It seems like he can go out and take a look now.

It's not about finding bargains.

It's not about finding clues.

It wasn't about following Gu Wantang to some old warehouse, refrigerated truck, or Guiyun Club.

It was just a simple outing.

Lin Ye scrolled through his phone for a long time before finally buying a high-speed rail ticket to Haicheng in the south.

Second class seat, window seat.

He stared at the screen for a long time after the order was successfully placed.

He actually has many places he wants to go.

When he's scrolling through short videos and sees people sitting by the sea eating barbecue, splashing in the waves, and drinking soda while enjoying the sea breeze at night, he gets a little tempted.

But being moved is one thing.

Back then, I had no money in my pocket, and even taking a taxi to the train station took me a long time to calculate.

It's different now.

He was quite wealthy.

Lin Ye looked at the words "window seat" on the ticket and suddenly smiled.

It's quite a ritualistic thing to do.

Ning Zhi was the first to know.

She sent a voice message, with the sound of keyboard clattering in the background.

"Wow, Master Lin, you've finally decided to leave Qingshan Cemetery? I thought you were going to settle down there and work there until you retire."

Lin Ye replied, "Please watch your words. This is a normal vacation."

Ning Zhi laughed so hard her voice almost cracked.

"Where to?"

"seaside."

"Okay," Ningzhi said. "Remember to take photos, not just of the sea, but also of your naive and unworldly appearance. I need material for my writing."

"Can't you wish me something good?"

"I've already been very restrained," Ning Zhi said seriously. "The headline didn't say 'Security Guard Embezzles Money and Flees, Makes Last Appearance at Cemetery Before Leaving.'"

Lin Ye: "Thank you for not ruining my reputation."

Ning Zhi: "Do you even have an innocence?"

Lin Ye thought for a moment: "It happened before."

Ning Zhi: "Where did you lose it?"

Lin Ye: "It's probably lost in the secondhand market."

Ningzhi smiled again.

After laughing, she suddenly became a little quiet.

"When you go out to have fun, just enjoy it. Don't always be thinking about finding bargains, and don't meddle in other people's business."

Lin Ye smiled when he heard her unusually serious tone.

"Know."

Ningzhi returned to her usual demeanor.

"Treat me to dinner when you come back, and make it expensive."

"You're really not being polite."

"Why should I be so polite with you?"

Lin Ye looked at the message but didn't reply. He just smiled and put his phone away.

The second person to know was Lu Zhixia.

She didn't exchange pleasantries.

They sent me a document directly.

List of Haicheng Museum and surrounding exhibition halls.

Lin Ye opened it and saw that everything was neatly arranged.

Haicheng Museum.

Ocean Folk Museum.

Ancient Ship Museum.

Intangible cultural heritage crafts exhibition.

Each item is also labeled with its opening hours, reservation method, and closing date.

Lin Ye remained silent for a few seconds.

"Teacher Lu, I'm going on vacation, not for further studies."

Lu Zhixia replied quickly.

"Travel can broaden your horizons."

Then, another one.

"Don't buy antiques in tourist areas, especially bronzes from street stalls."

Lin Ye glanced down at the rotating bottle on the table.

It sat there quietly, like a vivid embodiment of a dark history.

Lin Ye replied, "I avoid things like that now."

Lu Zhixia: "It had better be true."

Lin Ye: "I'm not the same Lin Ye I used to be."

Lu Zhixia: "That Lin Yehua used to buy a revolving vase for 18,000 yuan."

Lin Ye: "..."

We can't talk today.

After a while, Lu Zhixia sent another message:

"It would be good to go out and see the world."

very short.

Very much like Lu Zhixia.

Lin Ye looked at it for a while and replied to her:

"I'll bring you some local specialties when I come back, how about seaweed?"

Lu Zhixia: "Okay."

Gu Wantang did not send a message.

She went directly to Qingshan Cemetery.

Lin Ye was practicing making a luggage wheel at that time.

I bought this suitcase the year I graduated from university. One of the wheels is a bit rough, and it makes a clattering sound when I drag it.

He looked up when he heard the car and saw Gu Wantang getting out of it.

He was wearing a dark coat and carrying a paper bag.

Lin Ye stood up.

"Miss Gu, you're not here to advise me against buying antiques, are you?"

Gu Wantang glanced at him.

"Has someone already tried to persuade you?"

"Teacher Lu predicted it in advance."

Gu Wantang handed him the paper bag.

"Food eaten on the way."

Lin Ye took it and glanced inside.

Water, cookies, sugar, and a small power bank.

Not a single word wasted; it was all practical information.

Gu Wantang.

"Thanks."

Gu Wantang glanced at his suitcase.

"Have you bought the tickets?"

"Tomorrow morning at 8:42."

"What about the hotel?"

"It's booked."

"Do you have enough money?"

Lin Ye immediately straightened his back.

"Ms. Gu, please have some respect for the dignity of a nouveau riche."

Gu Wantang looked at him.

Lin Ye added, "That's enough."

Gu Wantang hummed in agreement.

"have fun."

This sentence is very simple.

Lin Ye felt a sense of relief for no apparent reason.

He never had the right to take a vacation before.

No money, no confidence, and no way out.

Things are finally different now.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Gu Wantang got into her car and left, as always in a hurry.

After she left, Lin Ye returned to the guard booth, picked up the small notebook, and flipped through it again.

The clues to getting rich are written in front of it.

Monkey stamp.

snuff bottle.

Jadeite bracelet.

Spinning bottle.

The names listed after it are Liu Changhai, Zhou Qin, Liu Nian, A17, Hongyun Cold Chain, Qingbo, Zheng Shouan, and Shanhaiyeyan.

This notebook isn't thick, but every page records the path he took to get here.

Lin Ye turned to the first page, tore off a sticky note, and wanted to write something.

The pen hovered for a long time, and finally only wrote four words:

I'll come back and watch it later.

He slipped the sticky note inside and put the notebook back on the table.

Finally, use the revolving bottle to weigh it down.

That evening, Lin Ye dragged his suitcase to Uncle Zhao to ask for leave.

Uncle Zhao was watching TV in the duty room.

The TV volume was very low, and the war drama was just showing someone heroically sacrificing their life.

Uncle Zhao's eyelids twitched when he saw him dragging the suitcase.

"What are you doing? Moving?"

"Ask for leave."

"How long will it take?"

"Half a month."

Uncle Zhao put the remote control down.

"Half a month? Do you think the cemetery is your private property?"

Lin Ye thought for a moment.

"Thirteen days?"

Uncle Zhao glared at him.

Lin Ye immediately changed his tune.

"Fifteen days. Tickets are all bought."

Uncle Zhao sneered.

"Now that you have money, you want to run away?"

"It's not running."

Lin Ye said, "Let's go out and take a look."

Uncle Zhao stared at him for a few seconds.

I didn't scold them.

This made Lin Ye feel a little uncomfortable.

Uncle Zhao looked down at the work schedule and drew a line on it with a pen.

"At most fifteen days."

Lin Ye's eyes lit up.

"Uncle Zhao, you...!"

"Anyone who stays on duty for more than one day will have their salary deducted."

"..."

Lin Ye swallowed back the kind words he was about to say.

Uncle Zhao added, "Let me know you've arrived safely."

Lin Ye was stunned for a moment.

Uncle Zhao looked down and continued looking at the duty roster, as if the sentence he had just said was not his.

"Did you hear me?"

Lin Ye smiled.

"I heard you."

Uncle Zhao waved his hand.

"Alright, get lost. Don't stand there blocking my view of the TV."

Lin Ye walked to the door, then turned back.

"Uncle Zhao."

"What are you doing?"

Thanks.

Uncle Zhao didn't even look up.

"Stop being so sentimental, it's giving me goosebumps."

The night before setting off, Lin Ye still went to visit the graves as usual.

Holding a flashlight, I walked from the east area to the west area, and then circled back from the west area.

The dead did not know he was leaving.

They wouldn't know.

Lin Ye just wanted to hear it one more time before leaving.

Listen to the same old story of Qingshan Cemetery at night.

Grandma Zhao was still complaining that the paper flowers her son burned were ugly.

"These flowers are frighteningly blue; whose chrysanthemums grow like this?"

The old man next door said, "Don't be too demanding. My son burned paper phones, and he still hasn't given me a charger."

From another tomb, someone chimed in: "Tell him to burn a power bank next time."

The old man cursed, "What do you know? That thing can explode."

The East District was filled with laughter.

Lin Ye stood by the path and almost couldn't hold back.

As we walked forward, Old Master Gu was still scolding Gu Mingyuan.

"Fool, you're a disgrace. You've completely disgraced the Gu family."

The old lady next door said, "You've been scolding him for three days."

"I can keep cursing for another three years."

Aren't you tired?

"If he doesn't feel ashamed, why should I feel tired?"

Lin Ye lowered his head and smiled.

Grandpa Gu was unaware that he had passed by.

I didn't know he was leaving Qingshan Cemetery tomorrow.

When we arrived at the West District, it was very quiet around Zheng Shouan.

A small stone tablet stands in front of the tomb.

The writing is still very new.

The voice of Li Dafu, the elderly teacher next door, rang out.

"Old Zheng, aren't you going to read out names tonight?"

Zheng Shou'an didn't return for a long time.

"I've got it."

Li Dafu said, "That's good. I've been reading it every day, I'm almost starting to think I'm named Zheng Shou'an too."

Someone nearby laughed.

Zheng Shouan was not angry.

Lin Ye stood in the shadows of the trees, without making a sound.

He didn't know if he would ever hear Zheng Shouan speak again.

I wonder if I'll encounter anything new on this trip.

He just felt that this moment was good.

The dead continued to chat as usual.

The wind continues to blow across the grass in front of the monument.

And he was finally free from being stuck in the same place because he had no money.

It was almost 1 a.m. when I got back to the security booth.

Lin Ye put the flashlight back on the shelf.

The suitcase was leaning against the wall.

The anti-floating bottle was still pressing down on that notebook.

He walked over and reached out to touch the bottle.

It's cold.

Lin Ye didn't touch it again.

The notebook will remain here.

I'll look into it again when he gets back.

As dawn approached, Lin Ye stood at the entrance of Qingshan Cemetery, dragging his suitcase.

Uncle Zhao didn't come to see me off.

He said, "Who's going to take you home so early in the morning? I'm not your father."

There was a plastic bag on the table in the security booth.

Two tea eggs, a steamed bun, a bottle of water, and a pack of tissues.

Lin Ye stared at it for a while, then chuckled.

"Stubborn to the end."

He stuffed the items into the side pocket of his suitcase.

I glanced back at Qingshan Cemetery one last time.

The gate was quiet and still.

The streetlights are still on.

Daylight is approaching, and the dead have long since fallen silent.

This place frightened him.

This also allowed him to earn his first pot of money.

He heard many dead people talking here, and he also saw many living people lying.

Now, he has to leave for the time being.

Lin Ye did not wave.

Because no one can see it.

Nobody could hear it.

He simply dragged his suitcase, whose wheels were slightly broken, toward the intersection.

The wheels of the box clattered.

It was as if they were urging him to hurry up.

The roadside breakfast stall had just started cooking, and steam was rising from it.

The first bus came from a distance.

Lin Ye glanced down at the high-speed rail ticket on his phone.

Southern coastal city.

By the window.

He suddenly laughed.

The world is so big, I can finally go and see it.

Volume One Complete