The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 584
"Ugh-"

As dusk fell, there was a gloomy wind around the church.The two young men ran all the way, panting, looking anxiously at the flock of black birds leading the way.

I saw these weird birds suddenly change their formation, twist into an arrow shape, and dive down.

What broke into the field of vision was the tall and low cross monuments, like the claws of thousands of monsters, stretched out to catch people.

The wind blows dust and fallen leaves.Chen Xing's throat tightened, his legs suddenly became weak, the soles of his feet slipped, and he lost his balance and fell down.

If Qilan hadn't extended a helping hand in time, he would have almost fallen down.

The young man held a pistol in front of him fearlessly, "Brother Chen, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"What's there to be afraid of in the cemetery, I just tripped over a stone when I fell, haha."

Obviously stepping on the bare hard soil, insisting on leaning on non-existent stones.Chen Xing just refused to admit that he was timid,
In the past few days, we fought against the enemy no less than ten times.If you are greedy for life and afraid of death right now, wouldn't it be a waste of training?

Suppressing the fear in my heart and wanting to move forward again, there was a sudden and heavy sound in my ear: click!
It sounds a little familiar, like the muffled sound of a pickaxe digging.Just as he pricked up his ears for the second time, the strange sound suddenly stopped without warning.

It stands to reason that it is not difficult for the students of the Archeology Department of Yenching University to distinguish the sound of picks and the like.

Others follow the teacher to go to the mountains all the year round to investigate, and they have accumulated a lot of experience after a long time.

Chen Xing was an exception.I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but I have a lot of taboos about life and death in my bones.It's the second grade and I don't have the guts to go down to the cemetery.When encountering grave digging, they hide far away.

Right now, the sound of a pickaxe digging the soil echoed in his mind from time to time, and Chen Xing couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality, and fell into confusion again for a while.

"Xiaolan, it seems that someone is digging the soil behind the right side, no, it's digging a grave!"

Qilan didn't notice it, and was still exploring the way ahead.Hearing his companion shout, he turned his head immediately: "Why do I think it's the wind blowing the stone?? The wind is quite strong."

Before finishing a sentence, the voice suddenly amplified.

They carefully searched for its source, one by one tombstone.

Looking around, in the east corner, a dozen blackbirds were circling.This kind of animal that lives next to the cemetery is very sensitive to a certain smell and can come from a long distance.

I get restless as I walk--
A tall man picked up a pickaxe and continuously smashed it hard at a white marble tombstone. The smooth surface of the monument was covered with cracks.

And the owner of the tomb is none other than Tang Yuexian.

He was kind and charitable in life, but he was calculated and humiliated after death.

Qilan was furious, and was about to step forward with a gun, but Chen Xing quickly stopped him, "Iron pickaxes are not vegetarians, and diggers are not easy to mess with!"

"No matter what, Miss Yuexian's tomb will be destroyed!"

"Don't get excited," Chen Xing grabbed hold of it, "Someone is coming here!"

Twenty meters away, on a path covered with withered grass, a slowly approaching figure appeared.

He couldn't see his face very clearly, but he could tell that the round thing with yellow light in his hand was a lampshade.

"It's the old man who was on guard before, I won't remember it wrong."

"This movement is so loud that the old man can hear it even if his ears are not working. You just said that the wind is blowing the stone."

The approaching lights illuminated nearby trees and stone monuments, and the sound of the pickaxes stopped again.

The man who had kept his head buried turned around.The hat is very low, and the lower half of the face is wrapped in the scarf, only the eyes and nose are exposed.

The old man guarding the tomb saw the smashed stele and shouted angrily:

"Who are you? Why did you destroy Miss Tang's tomb?"

"The bad old man who looks at the grave, he really thinks of himself as a landowner, don't meddle in his own business!"

"By God, you dare!"

The big man picked up the pickaxe and smashed it roughly.A young man suddenly flashed out from the side, dragged the old man to squat down, and avoided it.

Immediately, he got up quickly again, threw a dagger, and hit the big man's arm. "Clang!" The pick fell to the ground.

Qilan punched three times with his backhand, and kicked again.

Immediately, the wailing sounded like killing a pig.The big man was worried that the mask would fall off, so he covered his face with his hands tightly, and his body kept rolling like a rolling pin.

"Snapped!"

While rolling, a small book fell out of his trouser pocket and landed at Chen Xing's feet.Looking familiar, he bent down to pick it up.

Deja vu? !
He hastily reached into his pocket and took out a similar one.The ID that Qin Feng forgot at Xiaomei's house has been used to bluff people several times.Right now, it happens to be compared with the book I picked up.

Except for the name and title, the seals are exactly the same.Chen Xing read out the contents of the certificate aloud.

"So it's plainclothes from the police station!"

After hearing this, Qilan couldn't help giving another kick to the person on the ground.

"Who asked you to destroy Sister Yuexian's tombstone, what's your heart?"

The people on the ground just howled and pretended not to hear.

The old man next to him was trembling with anger, scolded him for being wicked, picked up the kerosene lamp on the ground with trembling hands and was about to throw it on the head of the plainclothes, which made the other party beg for mercy repeatedly:

"The superiors sent me to smash the stele and inform the newspaper office to let the news appear in the newspaper tomorrow. I don't know anything else!"

"Oh," Chen Xing sneered and stuffed his plainclothes ID into his pocket, "I want to release the news to let Dr. Zhang know, so we can arrest him again?"

"The abacus is so beautiful, I'm not as good as you wish!"

Qilan put a gun to the head of the plainclothes and ordered him to stand up.Chen Xing took out Bai Zhi's medicine bag, found a pill and quickly stuffed it into the plainclothes' mouth.

The other party's eyes bulged, and he struggled desperately to spit out the pill, but it was in vain.The pill was not an ordinary material, it turned into water when it touched the tip of the tongue, and went straight to the throat.

"Be honest, don't shout or move around! Otherwise, if you don't give the antidote, you will die."

Eggplants beaten like frost in plain clothes are wilting.

The old man stretched out his vicissitudes of life hand, wiped the sand on the stone tablet with his sleeve, and sighed.

"It's almost 49 days. The second miss of the Tang family and I made an appointment to come tomorrow, and I guess that gentleman will come too. I almost got killed by bad guys."

The young men bid farewell to the old man guarding the grave in unison:

"We'll take him back first, take care!"

"Thank you two little gentlemen! I'll send a letter to Boss Tang right away!"

The old man took a brown horse from behind the church, waved his whip, and walked towards Tang's house in the city center.

Qilan watched every move of the plainclothes, so as not to cause complications on the road.

Chen Xing didn't have a weapon, so he held the pickaxe in his hand and played with it.As for the pill, Bai Zhi specially formulated it for Qilan to treat the residual poison in his body.Skin trauma is not only ineffective, but also aggravates symptoms.

After swallowing the medicine in plain clothes, he felt cold from his stomach to his throat, but his limbs felt hot and swollen, thinking that the medicine had taken effect.Obediently and obediently along the way, for fear that the two of them would not give the antidote.

The three of them circled around the deep alley and arrived at the back door of the police station.

"Listen well," Qilan's eyes were like knives, piercing the plainclothes' face, "it's up to you how you talk back when you go back."

"What about the good antidote?"

"It depends on your performance. If you perform well, there will naturally be medicine to save you."

(End of this chapter)