Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 273 The Trip to Medog
"Okay." Chu Guangtou nodded, no longer dwelling on the matter. He knew what he should ask and what he shouldn't.

"Continue," came a slightly indifferent voice from off-camera.

"Third Master was in a hurry to go to Xisha, so he asked me to take Zhang the mute's photo to Guangxi to inquire. It took me two months to find some clues in a small village called Bana in Shangsi."

“An elderly man in the village recognized Zhang the mute and took me to the place where he used to live. That place used to be one of the guilds of Fourth Master. Zhang the mute lived in a stilted building, which was quite remote. I sneaked in. The furnishings inside were very simple. There was a table and a bed. There were many photos under the glass on the table. I was afraid of being discovered by Fourth Master’s people, so I didn’t dare to touch anything. I just picked up a photo.”

"What I didn't expect was that Fourth Uncle had already sent people to keep an eye on me. As soon as I went out, I was caught by his men. After that... you should also know about the incident of catching the lama in Changbai Mountain."

"I have no other choice but to join forces with him to deal with Third Master."

"You said before that there was a huge secret hidden in the photo, what is it?" Zhang Wu asked.

"can not say!"

Chu Guangtou looked extremely terrified, and his whole body was trembling.

“Tsk…” Zhang Wuxun tapped the table casually. “My patience is very limited.”

Chu Guangtou gave a bitter smile. "Sir, I've told you everything I can. As for the rest, the waters behind it are too deep. I'll tell you today, in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, you'll be seeing my corpse."

"I still advise you to stop as soon as possible. If you insist on investigating, you'll have to go to that house and see it for yourself, and then you'll understand."

The video shook a few times before finally freezing. Chu Guangtou raised his eyes, seemingly looking at something, yet also seemingly not. His dim, yellowish eyes revealed endless weariness.

Wu Xiaoxie pressed the return button, and only when he straightened up did he realize that his neck was sore.

"How do we do it?" He looked at the young man and the fat man. "What Muyu means is that we should also go to that place called Banna in Guangxi."

"Then let's go." The fat man stretched. "That kid Muyu even prepared Xiao Ge's ID card. He clearly expected this day to come."

The young man paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "The photo."

"Oh, right." Wu Xiaoxie quickly picked up his camera and started searching. A yellowed, old photo suddenly popped up.

Wu Xiaoxie only glanced at it before gasping in shock, “Golmud Sanatorium!”

There is a watermark in the upper right corner of the photo, which reads "Golmud Sanatorium, 1984" in an embossed style.

In the photo, a shadow stands straight behind a screen in an old and gloomy house.

The light shone through the screen, illuminating the dark shadow very clearly. At first glance, it looked like a person wearing a very large robe, hanging down from above by some unknown means, because the shadow's shoulders looked sunken in, as if the neck was hunched over like a hanged ghost.

Wu Xiaoxie shuddered, his finger unconsciously pressing the next one. Another photo popped up, the same as the previous one, except that the details had been processed, and the shadow hanging behind the screen looked clearer.

"This guy... ugh, he looks like a deformed person." The fat man stroked his chin, puzzled.

"And from this angle, did you notice? It feels like someone is crouching on the ground, peeking through the crack in the door."

Upon closer inspection, it is indeed true. The photo is taken from an upward angle, which makes the image appear magnified and top-heavy.

Wu Xiaoxie looked at the young man, "Have you remembered anything?"

The young man shook his head slightly, clearly still the same as before. "Let's see if the wooden fish left anything else," the fat man pointed to the camera.

The next photo shows a piece of paper torn from a notebook with an address written on it.

The fat man nodded. "This should be Brother's house. Let's call that kid Muyu and ask him what he's up to. Let's pack up and get ready to go there."

Wu Xiaoxie put the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds, and said dejectedly, "Still can't get through."

"Maybe Muyu has already set off for Guangxi ahead of time. We should hurry up too," the fat man said.

Two days later, the three boarded a plane to Nanning, and then took a train to Shangsi.

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Zhang Wuxun, whom they had been longing for, had just arrived in a small, remote county in southeastern Tibet. A cold rain had just fallen, and Zhang Wuxun was wearing a thin fleece jacket, his attire simple.

He came here to see someone he hadn't seen for two months and wondered how she was adjusting to life here.

There was no on-site investigation at the time; they only gave Aning an address in Motuo, and they have no idea where she is hiding now.

Zhang Wuxun was prepared to stay here for a few more days. He asked the locals and found a hotel. Before he even got close, he had a feeling of familiarity.

Following his senses, Zhang Wuxun walked forward, passing through a small cluster of crowded tiled houses, and then making several turns. He wandered around these buildings like a headless fly for half an hour before sadly realizing that he seemed to be lost.

He muttered to himself, somewhat frustrated, "That's strange. I feel like I'm right here, so why can't I get out?"

Scratching his face, and seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Wuxun kicked the low wall and used the momentum to flip onto the roof. He walked forward a while on the mottled tiles, and the sense of the safety buckle became closer and closer.

Seeing the small courtyard under the eaves, Zhang Wuxun tiptoed down like a nimble cat, patted off a little bit of dust that had accidentally gotten on the corner of his clothes, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He turned his head sharply and saw that on the stone steps under the eaves behind him, in a simple doghouse, a lithe wolf-gray puppy was arching its back, its eyes burning as it stared at him menacingly.

"Ah oh!"

Zhang Wuxun sighed inwardly at his bad luck. Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best.

The moment he moved his foot, the wolf howled and leaped out of its den, pouncing like a hungry tiger with its gaping maw aimed at Zhang Wuxun's neck.

Zhang Wuxun quickly took two steps back, and just as he was about to make a move, he saw the wolf standing where he had just been standing, its four paws pawing and scratching, scratching a hole in the ground, it was extremely ferocious.

Unfortunately, all attacks were restrained by the thick iron chain around its neck, rendering even the fiercest attacks futile.

Zhang Wuxun patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. What a close call! He was in an unfamiliar place, and if there had been bloodshed, things would have been troublesome.

There was a commotion inside the house, clearly the owner of the courtyard had been alerted and was coming out to check.

Just as Zhang Wuxun was about to make a quick getaway, he suddenly sensed that the safety buckle was actually located in this small courtyard.

He hesitated for a moment, and the door opened from the inside. A handsome young man with short hair ran out of the house, holding a large machete in his hand.

(End of this chapter)