After Yang Xiao confirmed that there were no more dangerous formations inside the house, Sun Baozi began to search for valuable clues in the old house with Lao Mo. After casually opening the large wardrobe, he took a glance inside and asked Yang Xiao and Lao Mo, "Tell me, how much money can be made from running a mortuary for a month?"

  Yang Xiao looked at Sun Baozi and didn't say a word. Old Mo had just pulled out the trunk from under the bed, and after hearing Sun Baozi's somewhat boring question, he casually said: "This kind of third-tier city's county-level city, the most is only 1,500 or 1,600, plus some hard work money from the deceased's family, a month can't reach 2,000"

  Sun Baozi smiled and took out a cardboard box from the wardrobe, which was filled with stacks of brand new 100-yuan bills. Sun Baozi poured all the bills onto the bed, and after a rough count, there were about forty to fifty stacks, which added up to four or five million yuan in cash.

  Looking at the pile of cash, Sun Pangzi said: "There's 4.8 million here. Li Qiang is 51 this year, even if he works in the morgue until he's 71, it's impossible for him to make 4.8 million in 20 years, right? You're holding onto so much money and still clinging to the morgue, I'm not saying anything, but you guys really need to learn from this."

  After finishing, Sun Baozi took out his phone and sat on the bed in a pile of money, without avoiding Yang Xiao and Lao Mo. He dialed a number and pulled out Li Qiang's ID card found in the changing room. After the call connected, Sun Baozi exchanged pleasantries with the person on the other end before getting to the point: "Help me out, brother, check someone's bank savings situation. Li Qiang, from Xichuan Province, Xuanhu City, ID number xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx..."

  A few minutes later, the other end of the phone had news. Sun Wazi smiled and repeated: "Oh——the bank deposit is 12,000, the credit card owed more than 3,000, and for two years only paid interest. Half a month ago, suddenly all were repaid. No big deal, he owed my friend 500,000 and never repaid it. That friend asked me to help check if he had any money hidden outside. Haha... but now it seems that he really can't repay it. Consider my friend unlucky. I have something else here, let's talk about it when we meet in two days."

  After the phone call, Sun Baozi smiled and looked at Yang Xiao and Lao Mo, saying: "Now this situation seems to be a bit clearer. Li Qiang, who was in charge of the morgue, suddenly had 500,000 yuan half a month ago. Then the morgue started losing corpses. When the people from the second room came to ask him about the situation, Li Qiang must have let something slip, and the officials heard it. After that, their souls were all confused. Li Qiang wasn't so lucky; the wolf-like thing hanging on his heart took his life. From last night to now, not only have the corpses of people with three yin fate been stolen, but even living people with three yin fate have started disappearing. And then there was this just now..."

  Sun Baozi's words were not yet finished, when he suddenly heard Old Mo interrupt him and say: "Wait a minute, the hospital morgue in Anping was also stolen, now Li Qiang has already gotten into trouble, it's hard to guarantee that the morgue administrator over there won't get into trouble. This kind of thing, even if the police go, they can't do anything about it. Why don't we go to Anping and find him before something happens to the administrator? As long as we hurry, maybe we'll know everything."

  Lao Mo said as he looked at Sun Baozi, but he didn't expect Sun Baozi to say another round of reasoning: "Not going to Anping now, that person is trying to get us to go over. I'm not saying it, since last night when we came over, all the things that have happened are pushing us towards Anping. What's happening in Anping I don't know, but I dare to bet with you, at least that person has something very important to do in Xuanhu, or hasn't finished doing it yet."

  Lao Mo savored the flavor of Sun Baozi's words, and it seemed that he also had a point. After a pause, Lao Mo said: "If we're not going to Anping, then what are we doing now?"

  Sun Baozi smiled at Lao Mo, then drew a circle in the air with his finger and said: "Keep searching, I don't believe that besides money, we can't find any other valuable clues here."

  Since we're not going to Anping, now there's only Li Qiang's lead left. Taking advantage of Old Mo opening the trunk and rummaging through it, Yang Xiao walked up to Sun Kuai's side and said slowly: "Isn't betting on Xuan Hu a bit risky?"

  After hearing Yang Xiao's words, Sun Baozi turned his head and smiled at him, saying: "I have never lost..."

  When he finished speaking, Old Mo had already given up on the trunk and was preparing to continue searching elsewhere. His eyes inadvertently swept over the pile of cash on the bed, and that one glance made him pause for a moment. He then narrowed his eyes, picked up a stack of bills from the bed, and found a piece of paper folded into a square shape among them. The paper had already begun to turn yellow. Old Mo carefully unfolded it, and it appeared to be a letter.

  He held out the yellowed letter in his hand and shouted at Sun Baozi: "Come over and take a look, what is this?"

  "Lao Mo, your eyesight is not bad, you can find it even though it's hidden so deeply." Sun Baozi walked over to take the letter paper, scanned it and found that it was all written in a language he couldn't recognize. Without hesitation, he handed the letter paper to Yang Xiao: "Old Yang, come on, translate this for me."

  Looking at Sun Baozi's complacent face, Yang Xiao sighed and shifted his gaze to the letter paper that Sun Baozi had handed over. At first, Yang Xiao looked at the text on the letter paper with a calm expression, but as he read further down, his eyebrows furrowed more and more severely, until by the end, his eyebrows were scrunched up into a knot.

  Sun Baozi looked at the expression on Yang Xiao's face, and the more he looked, the less confident he became. Before he could finish looking, Sun Deputy Director said: "Old Yang, what did they say upstairs? Can you give me a few words? Are you trying to suffocate me to death?"

  When Sun Pangzi finished speaking, Yang Xiao had also read the contents of the letter. He took a deep breath and said: "This letter was not written to Li Qiang, it should be stolen by him. This is a letter from Liu Bu Zhen to another person, saying that he found the method of prolonging life. It has been verified on himself and no problems have been found."

  Here is the translation:

  Yang Xiao paused for a moment, handed the letter back to Sun Baozi, looked around at the hospital behind the curtains, and finally turned his gaze back to Sun Baozi, saying: "I'll give you some advice. It's best to get Director Wu in here now. If he can come, it's like buying us insurance. Even if he can't come, at least bring Yang Jun in."

  Sun Pangzi looked at Yang Diao and said: "Is this matter still going to trouble Director Wu? Old Yang, do you really know Liu Bu? Can't handle him?"

  "Liu Bu is really not the problem," Yang Yu suddenly sighed and said: "The one with the problem is the person who received the letter. Although you haven't seen that person's face, they've also had a few dealings recently. He also has an apprentice named Luo Ben, do you remember?"

  Sun Baozi heard the news and took a deep breath, then quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Wu Renyi's number. The call went through but no one answered, this happened several times in a row. Later, he also called Yang Jun, but the other Yang's phone was turned off, and it was unknown what he was busy with.

  Sun Baozi had no choice but to call Gao Liang, and unexpectedly, the phone was answered by Gao's voice. Sun Baozi didn't expect the call to go through and explained the situation to him in surprise. Finally, he suggested that Wu Renyi or Yang Jun come to Xuanhu City as soon as possible, fearing that if they came late, there might be another big mess.

  Gao Liang remained silent for a while after listening, then said something that startled Sun Baozi. Gao Liang is not currently at the Public Opinion Bureau, and Wu Renyi needs to stay at the Public Opinion Bureau and cannot leave easily. After pausing for a moment, he continued, "Yang Jun can't go either." This was still because Yang Xiao left early; otherwise, he could have even stopped Yang Xiao from going, letting Sun Baozi take people to investigate himself.

  Sun Baozi heard something unusual in the tone of voice and asked: "What's going on inside the bureau now?"

  He spoke again, his tone a few shades lower. He hesitated for a moment before saying "Something's happened at Shen Lian's hospital. Don't worry, Shen Lian himself is fine. I'll tell you the details when you get back. I've already got Yang Jun guarding the hospital. From now on, Yang Jun will be stationed there all the time. You can't contact him whether you have something to say or not. Also, you guys handle your own affairs over there. We won't be sending anyone else to help. And if the people from rooms 2 and 5 wake up, tell them to come back immediately."

  Sun Baozi's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as he listened, and after Gao Liang finished speaking. He paused for a moment, collected his thoughts, and then said into the phone: "Director, unless you find someone to swap me back, I'll go to the hospital to keep an eye on Lazi, and you can send Yang Jun over. Both Yangs are here, and our chances of winning will be higher..."

  He hadn't even finished speaking when Gao Liang hung up the phone. The implication was clear: you deal with Xuan Hu's matter first, then come back.

  Sun Baozi stared at the phone for a while, then sat down on Li Qiang's bed with some weakness. He pulled out a 100-yuan bill and stared at it blankly for a moment before folding it back and forth, and soon a small paper airplane appeared in his chubby hands.

  As the paper airplane was folded, Sun Baozi's face regained its signature smile. He tossed the plane into the air and watched with a grin as it soared in an arc, muttering to himself: "Now that time is pressing, let's play big..."