Tracking isnt an easy job, especially when the other party is more well-trained than us. This group of people called it a day the next day, and Fatso analyzed that they probably found something and were preparing to make their move at night.

  The group of people who were responsible for finding Xi Zis father during the day continued their search in the mountains, while we took a nap in the house. Yuan Xiao Bai was patrolling around the village to keep watch, as it wasnt easy for a girl like her to be exposed.

  It wasnt until evening that we changed our strategy. This group of people must not have come from the main entrance of the village office, so we went around to the back side.

  Behind the village office is a field, and after crossing this field is a mountain forest. At this time of year, the harvest in the north is one month later than in the south. The corn in the field is still growing, as tall as a person, and anyone who crawls into it cant be seen.

  After dinner, we slipped into the primary school next to the village committee, a one-story flat house, sharing a wall with the village committee. The flat house had an attic, and there were two brick holes on the attic for ventilation. This was where we monitored them.

  It wasnt until 9 oclock at night that the people in the village had all gone to sleep, with only occasional barks of dogs breaking the silence. The villagers went to bed relatively early. Fatso was standing still, eyes narrowed and staring ahead, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Suddenly he patted my shoulder and whispered, "Hes here."

  I squeezed over to take a look, and wow, this group of people crouched down one after another and crawled out of the room. They indeed didnt go through the front door but instead went around to the back wall and set up a ladder. One by one, they climbed over, with Fatty counting: "One, two, three..."

  "Thats right, eight." I said, "All of them have set out, shouldnt we too?"

  "Lets go!" The fat man put down the shotgun in his hand, which was borrowed from Miao Lans husband, saying that even the birds mouths were going to be numb, and they would go find some wild game at night.

  In the cornfield, they shuttled back and forth, unable to see each other, only hearing sparse voices. This group of people must have come prepared, they would rather grope in the dark than turn on the lights, fortunately the moonlight that night was not bad, and several human figures could be vaguely seen rushing into the forest.

  In the direction of Xishan, its indeed that place! Cha Wenbin had guessed it was about 80-90% correct. We went to Xishan several years ago, once to fight tigers, and another time with Old Man Qiu. That place is really eerie, even locals dont dare go there.

  After crossing a mountain ridge, the other side started lighting up, and here we couldnt see the village at all, but it just provided us with a target, and then followed.

  They first arrived at the waterfall where we were staying at that time, and they stopped for about five minutes. Then, they rushed into the forest to the north, a place we had never been before.

  Still the forest of fallen leaves, still at night, I remember that year we met a white fox here.

  "Come on in?" I hesitated a bit, and it was clear that Fatso was also worried.

  Cha Wenbin looked up and saw that there was only one bright moon in the night sky, without a single starlight. This wasnt good for him as it meant he could easily lose his way. He said, "Why dont you two stay here and keep watch while I go in alone?"

  "Lets go together if were going, and lets enter together. After all these years, even though were not biological brothers, arent we almost as good as brothers?"

  When you get to a place like this, you have to be extra careful. The forest is full of fallen leaves, and although they are soft underfoot, theres no guarantee that there arent any traps hidden underneath. Fatso said that if it were him, he would definitely do something like that.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, there was a bell hung with silk thread between two trees on the road, which was the oldest and simplest alarm. We carefully dodged it and walked about a mile inside before seeing that group of people had already taken action.

  At least from the outside, I couldnt see anything, it was just a forest, only the trees were slightly smaller than those around them, and it was hard to distinguish with the naked eye. With a familiar muffled sound, I saw a pile of earth splashing everywhere, at this time about fifty meters away from us, a hole had been blasted out.

  This is the most skilled craftsmanship of Fatzi, and it can be basically confirmed that they are a group of tomb robbers who are using mapping as a cover. They have two people responsible for guarding, holding what should be tools in their hands, while the rest of the people went down one after another. It can be seen that this group of people is very proud, and even from such a distance, they can still hear the laughter of the man surnamed Qian.

  We didnt dare to expose ourselves too much, so we retreated to a hidden place to communicate. The fat guy meant that he would lure those two people away, and since there was only one entrance to the cave, it would be easy to catch them, just by sealing off the entrance.

  I think thats what the police uncle did, were not bad people but were absolutely not good people either. The fat guy made a throat-slitting gesture towards me, probably meaning to take care of those two guys.

  With a smile at me and Zha Wenbin, the fat man carried his gun around to the other side. Before long, I saw the fat man walking out in a similar manner. He deliberately said to the two of them, "Hey, how can there be someone at this late hour?"

  Those two were also startled, and immediately put their hands behind their backs. The fat man laughed and said: "Oh, its you guys! Arent you the leaders from Beijing? What are you doing here?"

  Those two didnt say a word, but their bodies were slowly moving closer to the fat man. The smile on the fat mans face began to tighten, and he suddenly shouted: "Alright, youre here to rob graves! Youre not surveyors, Im going to report to the government!" After finishing speaking, he suddenly threw out a handful of sand in front of him, then turned around and rushed into the forest.

  Pangzis performance this time I admit is a bit clumsy, but the effect is perfect. In that era, tomb raiding was also a capital crime, and after the Cultural Revolution, the whole country was rectifying, if caught, it would be a death sentence.

  Those two people followed and chased out, they entered the forest at that moment, I and Cha Wenbin rushed out, there was a hole the size of a washbasin on the spot, we were just about to find something to cover the hole when suddenly heard "Bang, bang" continuous gunfire. My first reaction was Fatsos side, could it be that he had an accident?

  "Its a rumor from underground." Cha Wenbin said with his head down: "Theyre in trouble, they fired at the wrong time and hit something."

  "What about us?" I asked, looking at the large stone we were carrying together.

  Cha Wenbin was also hesitating, Pangzi had already run out panting, I saw that his clothes were torn in many places and there were bloodstains on his face from the thorns. As soon as he came, he said: "You guys are slow enough, those two over there have finished packing up."

  "Did you kill them?" I was really afraid this kid would do something like that.

  "No, its hanging there, made two rounds and directly hung up." The fat man took out two handguns with a nonchalant expression: "See, Type 57, Belgian-made, can penetrate bulletproof vests at 300 meters. These rabbits are not ordinary, I bet my life on it, this group of people has spent a lot of money."

  "Fire in the hole!" I said.

  "Really?" The fat mans voice had just fallen when two more muffled sounds came from below, like the sound of firecrackers buried in the ground.

  "Good fellow, there are zongzi here!"

  "Zongzi?" Both I and Cha Wenbin were puzzled. Zongzi is a food for the Dragon Boat Festival in the south...

  "Its a weirdo, to use your words, its like a zombie or a demon, something must have happened. Down here, open flames are prohibited, not to mention accidentally hurting someone, its easy to smash those jars and vats. People in this line of work are all about making money, they wont fire carelessly, one vat is worth tens of thousands."

  Zha Wenbin stared at the hole, just about to bend down and sniff the smell, when he suddenly saw his hand wave back and shouted: "Back off, back off, someones coming out!"

  We two quickly retreated to one side, quietly waiting. If we were discovered, it was possible for us to escape from this forest unscathed. But a scene that made me feel very uncomfortable appeared. Under the moonlight, a hand first stretched out from the hole, and after its fingers touched the ground, they kept wriggling as if trying to grab something to pull itself up.

  That arm had some problems, I saw the clothes were already torn into strips, red blood mixed with sand and gravel would make people mistakenly think this was a battlefield, next was a bunch of black long hair, its a woman!

  I could clearly see her struggling to support herself with her arm, her wrist trembling with effort, and when she finally managed to crawl out completely, she immediately rolled over to one side and lay there for a while, then another arm stretched out.

  The woman probably remembered that there were still companions below, so she crawled back and grabbed the hand that was exposed on the ground. This time, another woman was pulled out.

  Two women were hugging each other, their heads together with a "Woo Woo" sound. We couldnt figure out the situation and didnt dare to act rashly. At this time, a third bloody hand stretched out...