Chapter 174: The Oak Organ

"The Zhongshan Mausoleum Guard Corps? They don't care about that.'

'Really?'

'They're just responsible for maintaining daily order. They're in charge of external security.'

'Have they had any personnel abnormalities recently?'

'You mean an internal crime?'

'I'm just saying...'

Zhang Yong still felt that this was an overreaction.

Losing a set of mausoleum blueprints was no big deal.

The Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is guarded by a military unit. What would you do with the plans if you got them?

What would you do?

There's nothing valuable here.

'Report!'

Suddenly, someone rushes over.

They look at this person, then at that person, as if they don't know who to report to.

Everyone is gathered around Zhang Yong. It seems that Zhang Yong is the big shot. But, in Zhang Yong's opinion, he is indeed too young.

Zhang Yong: ???

Look around.

It seems like he's the one in charge?

He's flattered!

A trivial matter, and he gets to be the leader?

He doesn't want to.

If anything goes wrong, he'll be the one to take the blame.

But everyone around him is looking at him. It's useless for him to argue.

He can only say helplessly, 'Go on. What is it?'

'Reporting! The Zhongshan Mausoleum Guard Corps reports that one of their soldiers is missing.'

'Huh?'

Everyone immediately sensed something was wrong.

It was as if they were sharks in the deep sea, sensing the smell of blood. They were suddenly full of energy.

Zhang Yong: ?

No way?

Someone is missing? It must be a coincidence. Coincidence.

How could someone want a drawing of a mausoleum? This thing is actually quite unlucky. I wouldn't want it even as a gift.

'The details.'

'Captain Fan of the guard is outside.'

'Ask him to come in.'

'Yes!'

Soon, Captain Fan of the Zhongshan Mausoleum Guard came in.

Captain Fan had once been the personal bodyguard of the Founding Father. For many years, he had been guarding the Zhongshan Mausoleum with great dedication.

'Report!'

'Who is the missing soldier?'

'His name is Chen Yongfu. He is 22 years old. From Guanzhong. He has only been in the army for one year and four months.'

'When did he go missing?'

'He asked for leave yesterday morning. He was supposed to return last night. But he hasn't returned yet. We sent someone to look for him, but they couldn't find him. We think something might have happened to him...'

'Did he say what he was going to do when he left?'

'He said he was going to see a friend. He's from Guanzhong too. He deals in antiques.'

'Did he say who his friend was?'

'No.'

'Does he have any relatives near Nanjing?'

'No.'

Captain Fan answered with certainty.

Zhang Yong was confused. Could it be that he had really been set up?

No way.

He was just a soldier in the Mausoleum Guard.

To be honest, the Mausoleum Guard was purely a matter of protocol.

They had no power. They weren't even allowed to leave the Zhongshan Mausoleum. They had nothing to do with the outside world. So who would want to do them in?

It was probably a personal matter.

Zhang Yong still felt that losing a drawing wasn't a big deal...

'Report!'

Suddenly, more guards arrive.

This time, they are flushed with red. They are clearly very nervous. They are sweating all over.

'What is it?'

'Chen Yongfu has been killed.'

'What?'

'His body has been found in the nearby village of Bafang.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong is depressed.

Well, it seems that heaven is against him!

He had hoped that it was a trivial matter. A formality. But it seems that things are getting more and more serious?

Someone died.

Murdered.

And at this time of year.

Any idiot can tell that there is something fishy going on.

But Zhang Yong really couldn't figure out what the murderer wanted.

To steal a tomb plan, you don't need to kill someone.

Even if you want to rob a tomb, there's no need to kill someone! Are you out of your mind?

Besides, Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum itself doesn't contain any treasures. The tomb is sealed with cement. How are you going to rob it? Really bring a few hundred pounds of explosives?

Besides, Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum has a 24-hour guard, who is such a good tomb robber?

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Helpless. I have to go to Bafang Village and take a look.

Speechless the whole way. Depressed. Hot and tired. My crotch was soaked through. Standing in the sun, I felt like I could have heatstroke at any moment.

I had no energy at all. The main thing was that I was forced to work.

'Don't pretend,'

Yang Lichu sneered suddenly.

She had long since seen through Zhang Yong's reluctance to take on this job.

This guy is definitely a character who won't get up early without any benefit. He wants benefits for everything. If there's no benefit, he doesn't want to move.

Something like tracing the tomb drawings obviously doesn't offer much benefit. At least no one has promised a reward so far. So this guy just idled around from the start.

Hmph. If someone said there was 5,000 US dollars for completing the task, he'd run faster than a rabbit.

What's a hot summer? He even dared go swimming in the winter!

'Pfft!'

Zhang Yong gave her a dirty look.

I didn't offend you. What are you nagging about.

No one else has protested.

I don't care.

Go to Bafang Village.

A heavy security cordon has been set up.

By chance, Gu Bafeng is also here.

Zhang Yong is puzzled. 'What are you doing here?'

Gu Bafeng replies mysteriously, 'I heard it's a big deal. I'm here to join in the fun. Then, even if I don't get any credit, I'll have contributed.'

Zhang Yong: ...

I really hope it's not a big deal.

Investigate the scene.

Chen Xingfu was hanged.

He was hung from the crossbeam in a deserted brick house.

It looks like he was being executed in public. Otherwise, no one would have done it this way. It's as if they were afraid that someone wouldn't know. What's strange is that there's also a bagua array below.

Yes. It's a bagua array made of wooden pieces.

The pieces are black and almost all the same size and shape.

Although it's daytime, Zhang Yong feels a little creepy. How the hell does this look like a horror movie?

I'm clearly a spy thriller, right? It's like it's haunted.

In broad daylight, how dare there be ghosts?

The people around him also looked curiously at the bagua array.

Fortunately, there were a lot of people. And a lot of guns. Otherwise, they would all feel a little uneasy. Those black wooden pieces were very strange.

Gu Bafeng crouched down. He picked up a wooden piece. He sniffed it.

'It's sophora japonica,' he said.

'Sophora japonica...' Zhang Yong frowned.

He didn't like sophora japonica.

Because this thing is said to be related to ghosts.

No normal family would plant locust trees around them, except near the tombs.

Gathering negative energy will shorten your life. It's a big taboo.

'Zhang Yong!'

Gu Bafeng suddenly quietly waved his hand.

Zhang Yong immediately walked over. He walked with him to the corner.

'Just say it.'

'I have a bad judgment.'

'What?'

'Locust organ. Have you heard of it?'

'What locust organ?'

'A Japanese secret service agency. Specialising in tomb raiding. They sell the treasures they find.'

'The Touching Gold Marshal?'

'More or less. But the division of labour is clearer and there are more of them.'

'How do you know all this?'

'I caught some tomb raiders by accident. They confessed that using locust wood to form a Bagua Array was an important symbol for the Japanese secret service agency to guide the spirits of the dead.'

'The Japanese believe in that stuff?'

'Technically speaking. It was the people in the puppet state of Manchukuo who were involved. They not only wanted to rob the tombs, they also wanted to destroy the tombs' geomantic energy. Especially if there were Han Chinese dragon veins, they had to be destroyed.'

'Why?'

'The puppet state of Manchukuo was still dreaming of restoring the country.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong felt very strange.

Just rob the tombs, and build an entire locust trap?

It's just tomb raiding, and they're talking about geomantic lines. Nonsense. In modern times, it's all feudal superstition.

It's rubbish! It must be abandoned!

Shaking head.

I don't believe it.