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Wei Erge was the first to step into the courtyard.
Without much thought, I held Guan Zengbin's hand with one hand and took Wang Er Gou's hand with the other, following him inside.
This was a Siheyuan, and the courtyard was filled with five or six people. When they saw us newcomers, they all turned their eyes towards us. The people looked to be around thirty years old, but among them was a woman in her late twenties who stood out among the men.
This woman had red lips and white teeth, and she was very beautiful. Unlike the typical charm of women, there was an unusual air of heroism about her. At that moment, she was sitting sideways on a long bench, one foot resting on one end of it. Her fitted clothing perfectly outlined her figure.
I observed her as she observed me.
This woman was none other than Zhao Mingkun!
I recognized her immediately; she was definitely Zhao Mingkun, the underling of the criminal Shi Huacheng. At this moment, that criminal was still under strict surveillance in Qingcheng Prison and should not be able to escape. But why was Zhao Mingkun here among this group of Grave Robbers? Did she have some special purpose?
Guan Zengbin tightened his grip on my hand slightly; we had both seen Zhao Mingkun's photo, so he must have recognized her too.
I couldn't believe such coincidences existed in the world.
"Who are these three?" Zhao Mingkun asked slowly.
Wei Erge introduced us, saying, "These three are colleagues from Qingcheng who have fallen into misfortune here and set up a tea offering on their journey. They are fellow members of the Northern School; we should lend our support. This is Brother Wu, this is Brother Wu's wife, and this one crawling on the ground is Wang Er Gou; he thinks he is a dog."
Unexpectedly, Wang Er Gou retorted on the spot, "You're the one with a problem; I'm the smartest dog in the world."
"I wonder who you all are?" I asked.
Wei Erge introduced each person to me; it turned out many of them were quite well-known.
Wei Erge said, "The one with almost no hair sitting together with others is Qian Er and Qian San, who are like conjoined twins. The one sitting in the corner looking silly is called Big Egg. Those two are San He and Old Six. As for this beautiful girl, her name is Zhao..."
Zhao Mingkun raised her hand in a stopping gesture, then stood up and walked over to my side, scrutinizing me closely, as if she found me quite interesting. "Since you seem older than me, just call me Sister Queen."
I smiled lightly, but the next moment, my smile froze on my face.
Zhao Mingkun grabbed my arm with one hand and then spun around. I felt my knees buckle, and I immediately dropped to one knee on the ground, my left hand pinned behind my back. I had no skills whatsoever and was completely helpless against Zhao Mingkun's hold.
"Police," Zhao Mingkun said with a grin.
At her words, everyone stood up and turned their attention to us.
Wei Erge seemed to want to say something but was silenced by Zhao Mingkun.
I felt a gun pressed against my head.
Then came the sound of a bullet being chambered.
Hearing that sound sent a chill down my spine. There was no reason for this; we had just arrived in Linfen, Baijia County. Captain Shao hadn't even set up the office yet—how could we have been exposed? Aside from Captain Shao, Mary, and Liu, the three members of the office, only Guan Zengbin, Gu Chen, and I knew about this matter.
Could there be a traitor among us six?
No!
It seemed that Zhao Mingkun was testing our identities.
Indeed, I felt her carefully examining the hand she had pinned behind my back. Her actions were not due to some hand fetish; she was assessing my identity.
A police officer who has undergone years of training and gun handling would naturally have calluses built up on their index and middle fingers. But I was just a street kid; my hands were as smooth as a woman's. Moreover, having lived in prison without any friends who could fight with me meant I had no calluses at all.
If Gu Chen were here, he might be identified by Zhao Mingkun, but I absolutely would not be.
No wonder Captain Shao chose those who had not yet officially become police officers to carry out this pursuit plan.
Thinking of this calmed my heart.
Wang Er Gou considered himself a dog, a very loyal one at that. When we were in the mental hospital, I treated him well, and he regarded me as his master. Now, seeing me in danger, Wang Er Gou lunged at Zhao Mingkun's exposed smooth leg.
However, just as Wang Er Gou pounced, Zhao Mingkun stomped down on his head, firmly controlling him.
It seemed Zhao Mingkun was quite skilled; he could easily handle three of me.
"I’m Sister Queen, I’m just a Qingcheng here for Tomb Raiding. I’ve never even seen a gun in my life. Please don’t scare me!" I quickly pleaded.
Zhao Mingkun pulled his gun away from my head: "You’re quite the actor, but even more so is the dog under my foot. Since you’re not a police officer, you wouldn’t mind if I killed a dog, would you? If you want our help, at least show some sincerity."
Zhao Mingkun aimed his gun at Wang Er Gou’s head, his finger slowly curling around the trigger.
"Let go of my master! I am the bravest dog in the world, woof!" Wang Er Gou seemed completely oblivious to the danger; even with someone stepping on his head, he shouted angrily.
But Zhao Mingkun didn’t stop; his finger continued to press down slowly.
Guan Zengbin was the first to lose her composure. She shouted, "Don’t shoot! He’s a police—"
I knew what Guan Zengbin was trying to say, but once they learned our identities, I feared we three would never escape this courtyard. These people were seasoned grave robbers; if caught, they would face life imprisonment at the very least. Assaulting police officers and murder meant nothing to them, especially since we weren’t even real police officers.
Everyone’s expression changed noticeably upon hearing the last word from Guan Zengbin.
I hurriedly shouted to cut her off: "He’s mentally ill! You can’t harm someone like that! If you want to kill someone, then kill me! Don’t touch my junior!"
Wei Erge chimed in to support me: "I don’t think he’s a police officer. What kind of police officer brings a mentally ill person out? Besides, I do know Wang Mazi; there shouldn’t be any mistake."
But Zhao Mingkun still pulled the trigger.
The click of the empty chamber echoed; it turned out there were no bullets in the gun at all.
Zhao Mingkun spun the handgun twice on his finger before sliding it back into the holster.
“Brother, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but in this world full of deceit, if I don’t stay cautious, I wouldn’t have made it this far,” Zhao Mingkun said while rubbing my arm. “And your little dog disciple here, I’m sorry too. How about you, doggy? Did that hurt?”
Wang Er Gou pathetically licked Zhao Mingkun's foot and then replied, “Not at all.”
Wei Erge patted me on the shoulder. “Hahaha, it’s all a misunderstanding! Brother Wu, come on, don’t take it to heart. Time heals all wounds.”
We took our seats, and Zhao Mingkun sat next to Guan Zengbin. “Oh, sister, you look young but are already married?”
“Not married yet,” Guan Zengbin glanced at me and said. “But I’ve been with him for quite some time now; wherever he goes, I go.”
Her gaze was quite shy; I didn’t expect Guan Zengbin to be such a good actress.
I shot her a look and said, “She’s an orphan. I met her when I was sixteen; she was only thirteen then. I gave her a bowl of rice, and she just followed me. She’s my wife, but look at her—she’s always been malnourished; she hasn’t developed at all. My type is more like Sister Queen.”
Everyone burst into laughter while Guan Zengbin fiercely pinched my thigh under the table.
“By the way, Sister Queen, since you’re holding a gun, you must be involved in more than just tomb raiding, right? If possible, could you take me along for some treasure hunting? I heard there’s a big tomb around here,” I said sheepishly to Zhao Mingkun.
Zhao Mingkun smiled slightly. “You don’t need to worry about that; we just came out of that tomb. But we can definitely collaborate sometime in the future.”
“By the way, Brother Wu, tonight I’ll take you to see a great show,” Wei Erge chimed in.
I asked, “A great show? What kind of show?”
Wei Erge smiled and said, "I don't know if you've heard of Ghost Marriage."
"I know about that," I replied. "Old Zhang is the one who deals with the dead, right? He must have hidden at least a dozen corpses."
Wei Erge nodded. "Since you have some acquaintance with Old Zhang, I won't hide it from you. Sometimes we sell corpses to Old Zhang. He seems to have a unique distribution method; his connections are unusual, and it seems like there's a big figure backing him."
I shook my head. "A big figure? Do you know who it is? I'd like to get in touch."
"Young man, don't be too ambitious," Qian Er interjected, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth. "Some things are not for you to know."
I shrugged.
"Enough of that talk. It's about Ghost Marriage, so how did we end up here?" Wei Erge continued. "Tonight, there will be a Ghost Marriage held in Baijia County. Are you interested in seeing it?"
The grave robbers led by Wei Erge were probably just the lowest tier in this chain. The big figures he mentioned were the real catch. If I could get to those behind Wei Erge, it would be far more important than capturing a hundred of him.
Moreover, Zhao Mingkun was also part of this team; he was particularly significant to the Special Cases Unit. Until I received more information, it seemed best not to alert them and to clarify what their purpose was here.
Thinking of this, I quickly said, "Of course I want to see! I've never witnessed what a Ghost Marriage looks like."
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