Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Chapter 447 Play the long game and catch big fish

"Morgue?!" Uncle Zheng and Han Bin exclaimed in unison.

Han Bin's face turned pale, and his voice trembled as he said, "No, it's impossible!"

"This can't be a morgue!"

"I definitely didn't lead you the wrong way. This is the village brigade office..."

While Han Bin was explaining himself, Uncle Zheng turned his gaze and scanned the room.

This sight made Zheng Erbo's already frowning brows twisted into a knot.

He was not a clueless young man and he immediately noticed that something was wrong with the room.

"This house is indeed a bit strange..."

As Uncle Zheng muttered softly, he glanced at Professor Zhang and Old Yu in the iron cage.

In an instant, he seemed to have figured something out, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"Shi Tou, don't be impulsive."

As Uncle Zheng spoke, he grabbed my right hand which was grabbing Han Bin's collar.

He forcefully pried my fingers off Han Bin's collar.

I looked at Uncle Zheng Er in surprise, not understanding his behavior.

He winked at me.

He tilted his head slightly towards Han Bin.

Then, with a kind smile on his face, he said like a peacemaker, "The most important thing now is unity."

When saying the word "unity", Uncle Zheng not only emphasized it, but also shook my hand vigorously.

This is clearly a hint.

While pondering what Uncle Zheng was hinting at, I calmly withdrew my right hand.

Han Bin seemed to feel that Uncle Zheng was backing him up, and he raised his head and said, "Yes, unity is the most important thing!"

"We must unite as one to overcome these difficult times."

"Shitou, you can't tarnish my innocence out of thin air..."

Before Han Bin could finish his words, Uncle Zheng waved his hand and patted him on the back of the head: "You coward!"

"If I doubt you, explain yourself."

"Don't forget that your life was saved by the stone, otherwise you would have been dead long ago!"

Han Bin's stiff neck immediately drooped.

He lowered his head and trotted back and forth on the ground a little nervously, saying in a hoarse voice, "I, um, I'm sorry."

Uncle Zheng opened his arms and patted both of our shoulders, saying, "We're both real men. Let's put this little thing behind us."

"The most important thing now is to figure out what the hell is going on next door."

Han Bin nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, we have to figure it out."

Uncle Zheng smiled and hugged Han Bin, brought him to the door and said, "Let's divide the work. The important task of guarding the door is left to you."

"Keep an eye on the situation outside. If anything seems amiss, tell me right away."

"Shi Tou and I will go and ask those two about the situation."

Han Bin hesitated for two seconds and said, "Okay, please ask quickly, otherwise I'm afraid..."

Uncle Zheng patted him on the back and said, "Don't be afraid. Unity can overcome all difficulties."

"Yes Yes."

Han Bin responded weakly, turned around, leaned his right shoulder against the door, and stuck his head out through the crack to look out.

Uncle Zheng came back, hugged me and walked towards the cage.

He put his mouth close to my ear and said in a voice as thin as silk: "Cast a long line to catch a big fish."

When I heard these six words, I couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Uncle Zheng Er.

Yup!

Direct questioning may not necessarily get anything useful out of Han Bin.

If pushed into a corner, he might even talk nonsense and make up stories.

It would be better to keep a close eye on Han Bin and play the long game to catch a big fish.

I squatted down beside the cage and stared at Professor Zhang who was curled up in a ball inside.

He was still trembling with fear, his head buried in his arms, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand when in danger.

This look of fear and shrinking made me frown slightly.

In my opinion, Professor Zhang is a very strong person who dares to face his fears.

But Professor Zhang in front of him is not like that.

Is he Professor Zhang?

The seeds of doubt gradually took root and sprouted in my heart.

It seems that for Professor Zhang who is in the cage, we have to play the long game to catch the big fish.

"Cough cough."

I cleared my throat to attract Professor Zhang's attention.

Professor Zhang trembled all over.

He raised his head slightly from his arms.

He tilted his head slightly and looked out through the gaps in his messy hair with the corner of his left eye.

I said softly, as if coaxing a child, "Don't be afraid."

"That damn thing can't get in while we're here."

"Can you tell me specifically what that thing is?"

"Knowing the specific situation will help us find a way to completely deal with that evil thing."

Professor Zhang shook his head in panic.

He trembled and said, "That ghost thing is scary."

"He bit a big rooster to death right in front of me."

"He even bit off the chicken's neck and drank its blood."

"He eats raw meat and drinks blood. He's scarier than a ghost!"

I was stunned.

An image emerged in my mind of a man grabbing a big rooster and biting its neck.

I feel that this scene, apart from being a bit cruel, doesn't seem to be anything to be afraid of.

How could Professor Zhang be so scared?

But later, when I went to Guangdong and was treated by local friends to the local delicacy Sanzhi, and saw the live baby mice served on the table, I suddenly understood the source of Professor Zhang's fear.

People who are used to eating regular food will feel great resistance and fear when they suddenly see foreign creatures such as snakes, insects, rats and ants being served on the table.

What's more, this is a situation where they directly eat living things.

Also, the sensory impact of the scenes imagined in the mind is completely different from that when actually facing them.

"He not only eats live chickens, he also eats candles." Old Yu, who was huddled in the corner of the cage, took over the conversation.

Old Yu raised his left forearm, pointed at it and said, "A red candle as thick as my forearm."

"The red candle is still lit!"

"He ate it in just a few bites!"

I can still imagine eating live chicken.

Eating candles is something I can’t imagine.

How can a living person eat candles?

Only ghosts and gods eat gold ingots, candles and incense!

I couldn't help but look at Uncle Zheng and asked in a low voice, "Can a living person eat candles?"

Uncle Zheng shook his head in confusion: "I haven't seen it."

"But according to what they say, the person next door is probably possessed by an evil spirit."

"Or maybe he's been possessed by a ghost."

I felt relieved.

As long as it's a human being, it's fine.

No matter if the person is possessed by evil spirits or ghosts, as long as he is a human being, there is a way to deal with him.

Old Yu nodded vigorously: "It must be a ghost."

My eyes lit up when I heard that. It seemed that Lao Yu knew more.

Before I could ask any further questions, Lao Yu started talking to himself.

"That bastard next door was originally a second-rate guy in the village. He didn't even have a proper name. Everyone in the village called him Yang Goudan."

In the past, people believed that people with humble names were easier to raise.

Children are usually given nicknames like Goudan, Gousheng, and Ergou.

Well, Stone is also a cheap name.

This is how my name Chen Shitou came about.

"The night before I went to invite Professor Zhang, Goudan went to the next village to spy on a widow bathing."

"I fell down while walking at night, but I found a piece of ancient jade from the ground."

"The next day he showed off the ancient jade in the village, attracting a lot of attention."

"At noon, the village chief brought people to question him."

"I asked him where he found the ancient jade and asked him to hand it over to the village."

"Goudan didn't want to take it, so the village security director tried to grab it, and the jade fell to the ground and cracked."

"Goudan picked up the broken ancient jade and ran away."

"And that night, he..."