Zhou Xuan said angrily, "Do you think you're the boss of Hangyan Company? Come with me!"
As he spoke, he reached out and took Fu Ying's hand, pulling her along. Although Fu Ying didn't say anything, she smiled and let him pull her along.
Wei Xiaoqing snorted again, "Here we go again, how disgusting! I can turn a blind eye to you two being all lovey-dovey at night, but please, can you tone it down a bit in broad daylight?"
Fu Ying felt a little embarrassed. She didn't feel bad about holding hands, but what Wei Xiaoqing said about her and Zhou Xuan spending time together at night, as if they were having an affair, was a bit unbearable, especially since there was an outsider present.
Fu Ying shook her hand, but Zhou Xuan held on tightly, not letting her let go.
Zhou Xuan knew Wei Xiaoqing's personality quite well, so he didn't back down and said, "If you're envious, why don't you find one yourself and disgust me too?"
Wei Xiaoqing was speechless for a moment, then stomped her feet angrily and strode ahead.
Ling Hui was both surprised and puzzled. She was surprised that the two girls Zhou Xuan was supposed to intercept were so stunningly beautiful, and puzzled that they were also members of this secret mission team. However, the director had given instructions to do the work without speaking, so she refrained from asking.
On the roadside outside the airport terminal, Ling Hui drove up, Zhou Xuan opened the car door, let Fu Ying get in first, and then said to Wei Xiaoqing, "Xiaoqing, get in the car!"
Wei Xiaoqing stood by the roadside, stubbornly waving for a taxi, saying as she did so, "I'm not going!"
Zhou Xuan panicked, went over and dragged her to the car, then got in himself and slammed the car door shut.
Wei Xiaoqing was still muttering to herself in her seat, "Why do you have the right to tell me what to do? You're not me." She swallowed the words back before she could say them aloud.
Zhou Xuan wasn't in the mood for arguing with her, and said, "Your grandfather and your uncle entrusted me with this, so do you think I can take care of you?"
Upon hearing the mention of the old man, Wei Xiaoqing fell silent.
Ling Hui drove from the North Suburb Airport onto the Lianhuo Expressway again, heading east. This time the speed was slower, so there was no need to rush. It took her more than half an hour to get back to the Luocheng Hotel.
Zhou Xuan only booked one room. A double room, and pulled Fu Ying behind him, whispering, "Yingying, keep an eye on her for me. I'll hand her over to Brother Hong when he arrives tomorrow."
Fu Ying smiled and nodded; she felt good to see Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan sighed, and looking at Fu Ying's smiling expression, he whispered in her ear, "Yingying, I actually miss you too!"
Fu Ying blushed slightly, but gripped Zhou Xuan's hand even tighter.
It seems there has been some progress. Before, when Fu Ying said these things, she would just let go of his hand, but now she's actually holding on tighter. Zhou Xuan thought to himself, "Perhaps this is how sweet words come about."
Wei Xiaoqing was extremely reluctant to share a room with Fu Ying. However, Fu Ying ignored her; it was a double room anyway, so occupying one bed was enough.
Wei Xiaoqing was angry, turning on the TV one minute and throwing pillows on the bed the next. Fu Ying ignored her completely, sitting on the bed reading a book and letting her do whatever she wanted.
Seeing that Fu Ying wasn't going to argue with her, Wei Xiaoqing gave up and sat on the bed sulking.
Fu Ying smiled slightly and said, "Xiaoqing, you came here to find out about the miniature coffin, right? Do you think they'd let you stay, being so childish?"
Wei Xiaoqing simply turned her back to Fu Ying and lay down on the bed, but she wasn't as angry anymore.
After the time was up in the afternoon, Ling Hui, along with Lan Gaofeng, Li Yong, and Fang Jianjun, drove back to the bureau.
After taking a nap, Zhou Xuan invited Fu Ying and Wei Xiaoqing to have a meal at the restaurant downstairs. It was almost dark by then, and Fu Ying and Wei Xiaoqing returned to their room as usual.
Zhou Xuan hadn't been in the room for five minutes when his phone rang. Without even looking, he knew it was a call from a high-ranking official in the Blue Bureau. This was a special phone he had been given, and no one else knew the number except him.
"Come out right away, we're waiting outside the hotel."
It was the voice of a high-ranking official from the Blue camp, unhurried and unpredictable, and it was impossible to tell whether it was urgent or not.
Zhou Xuan thought about it and decided not to disturb Fu Ying and Wei Xiaoqing. It was best not to inform them for the time being, since he didn't know what the situation was.
At the hotel entrance, besides the original Buick van, there was another white minivan. Through the tinted windows, it was vaguely visible that several people were sitting inside. The front seats were visible because the windows were mostly closed. Li Yong was driving, and Fang Jianjun was in the passenger seat.
Inside the van, Lan Gaogang…Kou Yang…8. o…Yu Shu Ao Bu Cheng’s body clam!
Zhou Xuan got into the car and sat next to Lan Gaozhang, asking in a low voice, "Lan Gaozhang, where are we going now?"
"At Li Xinyuan's home in Yanshi."
The Blue High-Ranking official spoke calmly, but Zhou Xuan was somewhat surprised. Li Xinyuan was one of the seven dead individuals reported by them.
“The homes of Li Xinyuan and the other six deceased have been thoroughly searched and tested with instruments, and it has been confirmed that there are no radiation sources similar to miniature coffins. However, a number of ancient artifacts were found in their homes.”
After saying a few words, Lan, the senior executive, turned to Ling Hui, who was driving, and asked, "Ling, are you a local from Luoyang?"
Ling Hui turned around and gestured, "Yes, I am from Pingluo Town, a native of Luoyang."
"Do you know the origin of 'Yanshi Corpse Village'?" Lan Gaofeng asked again.
"Yanshi Shixianggou?" Ling Hui thought for a moment before answering, "Luoyang has many ancient sites, such as the Sui and Tang Dynasty city ruins, the Northern Wei Shuiquan Grottoes, the Xia and Shang Dynasty Erlitou site, the Han and Wei Dynasty Luoyang City, Li Mi City, Lingtai, the Yanshi Shang City Palace site, and so on. Shixianggou exists as a place name, but it doesn't have a specific address. It's just an ancient legend. It is said that during the Shang Dynasty, there was a great battle in Yanshi, with countless deaths and corpses strewn across the fields. The battle was extremely fierce. Because there were too many dead, they couldn't bury them all, so they dug a large ditch to bury the dead in it, hence the name Shixianggou (Corpse Village Ditch). The current Shixianggou is located in the western part of Yanshi County. Yanshi has many ancient sites, and the government doesn't allow the construction of high-rise buildings in this area, leaving many places vacant. But Shixianggou is just a legend. The real Shixianggou doesn't have a ditch; it's just a place name."
Ling Hui drove east from the Lianhuo Expressway, then turned south at the Yangshan intersection, continuing along National Highway 310. Soon after, she entered Yanshi.
Li Qingyuan's home was not in Yanshi City, but in the suburbs four or five kilometers west of the county town. It was a three-story villa with a very nice exterior, and it was considered a very outstanding building among the houses in the vicinity.
Li Yong, Fang Jianjun, Li Quan, and Li Jinlong all stayed in the car and didn't move, as instructed by the higher-ups in the Blue Army.
When they arrived at Li Qingyuan's home, there were only three people: Lan Gaofeng, Zhou Xuan, and Ling Hui.
Li Qingyuan's family consisted only of his wife and two sons, the elder son being fourteen years old and the younger son eight. Li Qingyuan's wife was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying.
Ling Hui showed her police badge and said, "We are from the Public Security Bureau. We are here to investigate the cause of your husband's death and some details. We hope you can cooperate with our work."
Li Qingyuan's wife naturally knew what her husband did for a living. After her husband died, their home was confiscated, and she didn't know what punishment her family would receive. With her husband dead, how would her son live in the future? All these problems left her exhausted, and Ling Hui's words made her burst into tears again.
"I've already told you what I know, and it's no use asking me what I don't know!" Li Qingyuan's wife cried as she pushed her two sons back into their room and closed the door to prevent them from seeing what was happening.
“I know what my husband did, and I’ve tried to persuade him countless times to live a peaceful life, but he just wouldn’t listen, and now this has happened!” Li Qingyuan’s wife sobbed. “I just hope my two sons won’t follow in their father’s footsteps. Even if we’re poor, it doesn’t matter, as long as we can live an honest life.” Zhou Xuan felt a pang of sympathy, but Ling Hui seemed unmoved. In Henan, tomb raiding had become a trend, and the booming antique dealers had fueled even more tomb raiders. The desire for overnight riches filled many people’s hearts. There were probably tens of thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people like Li Qingyuan. Nothing to be surprised about.