The yandere, arrogant man is online, a green tea bitch, whispering "my darling".

Yu Jiusi, holding Dahuang, looked at the old woman sitting on the ground at her feet, wailing and howling while pulling on her trouser leg, her lips pressed tightly together.

"This old woman can't live anymore. This family heirloom was my grandson's life-saving money. It's broken like this. My poor grandson."

The old woman cried with great emotion, sometimes sobbing loudly and sometimes pounding her chest and stamping her feet. The more sorrowful she looked, the tighter she gripped Yu Jiusi's pants.

This demonstrates their proficiency in the business.

Yu Jiusi held Dahuang in one arm and pulled up her belt with the other, her delicate face showing a gloomy expression.

She was just walking normally on the street when this old woman suddenly bumped into her, carrying a broken old jar.

She dodged, and the woman fell to the ground clutching the jar, which shattered with a crash.

And that's how this scene came about.

"Little master, have we been scammed?" Big Yellow whimpered softly, its eyes filled with curiosity.

【Hmm.】 Yu Jiusi stared coldly at the old woman at her feet who was crying louder and louder.

A crowd gradually gathered around, and under the old woman's sob story, everyone looked at Yu Jiusi with condemning eyes.

The crowd buzzed with discussion, surrounding the two men completely.

"My grandson is still in the hospital waiting to be saved. He's only seven years old. What am I going to do?" The old woman slammed her hand on the ground, crying and throwing a tantrum, demanding compensation.

"I had an expert appraise it; my family heirloom is worth at least 300,000 yuan. You have to pay me back today."

Upon hearing such a large sum of money, everyone around gasped, and their gazes toward Yu Jiusi turned to pity.

Seeing that Yu Jiusi remained silent, the older woman assumed she was weak and easily bullied, and began to make exorbitant demands.

Yu Jiusi, who was so poor that he had no money left and had even finished the only cucumber he had brought down the mountain, and could only mooch meals from others, fell silent.

Yu Jiusi coldly stared at the old woman throwing a tantrum on the ground, glanced at the broken earthenware pot on the ground, and a meaningful glint flashed in his eyes.

"My poor grandson, it's all because grandma is useless..." The old woman continued to plead her case on the ground, moving many people.

Unable to speak or defend herself, Yu Jiusi chose to call the police.

Unable to speak, she naturally couldn't make a phone call, so she could only ask a young lady at the scene for help.

Could you please call the police for me? Thank you!

Yu Jiusi took out a small notebook she always carried with her; the handwriting was elegant and graceful.

The young woman, who was focused on watching the melon, blushed when she saw the girl's pretty face and nodded hurriedly.

When the police car arrived, the elderly woman, who was crying and screaming, panicked and hesitated to run away, but in the end she gritted her teeth and held back.

Before the police could even ask her anything, she burst into tears and started wailing. Yu Jiusi just stood there silently watching her cry, his expression calm and unperturbed.

The final result was that both of them were taken to the police station for questioning.

The older woman was incredibly agitated, while the young girl remained remarkably calm, leaving the two police officers who were inquiring about the situation completely bewildered.

After finally listening to the older woman's explanation, he turned to Yu Jiusi and asked, "This lady says you broke her family heirloom. Do you admit it?"

Yu Jiusi shook his head and quickly wrote in his notebook.

She broke it herself.

The middle-aged woman, who had just stopped and was parched, became furious. She slammed her hand on the table, stood up, pointed at Yu Jiusi, and angrily shouted, "You little mute, I knew you wouldn't admit it! Why would I smash my family heirloom when I was perfectly fine?"

Yu Jiusi glanced indifferently at the agitated woman, then silently lowered his head and continued writing and drawing.

The roadside shops have security cameras; you can check them.

The domineering old woman trembled, sat down in the chair and began to throw a tantrum, "Son, I'm so sorry, I didn't take good care of my grandson, poor grandson, what are we going to do if we don't have money for treatment?"

The police officers were also having a headache dealing with such an unreasonable person, and the situation reached a stalemate.

Yu Jiusi, whose stomach was starting to rumble, looked impatient and quickly wrote something down with his pen.

[If the amount of extortion is too large, can I be locked up directly?] She didn't want to waste any more time.

"Well, that depends on the amount," the police officer replied tactfully.

Before Yu Jiusi could even write anything down, she heard the middle-aged woman's loud and angry voice, "It's just 300,000? My family heirloom is worth 300,000 anyway."

Yu Jiusi paused in writing, then silently turned the page and wrote a sentence.

You're wrong. That jar of yours is worth more than 300,000.

The older woman was dumbfounded, thinking the girl was out of her mind for raising her prices.

The little girl sat obediently in the chair, her long eyelashes drooping, her fair hand holding a pen, writing a string of words with vigorous strokes.

[Because your jar is an unearthed artifact, it belongs to the state.]

A short sentence shocked everyone; when it involves cultural relics, things get serious.

The elderly woman, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, offered a dismissive and evasive explanation.

"I don't care what kind of cultural relic it is, it's my Chen family's heirloom. Since you say it's more than 300,000, then just give me 500,000."

The smug woman, pleased with herself for making a fortune, didn't notice the two serious-looking police officers standing behind her.

Officer Zhou, who was in charge of the questioning, turned grim and demanded sharply, "I'll ask you one more time, is this yours or not?"

"How can it not be? That's my Chen family heirloom! What are you doing?" The woman persisted, clearly dissatisfied with the other party's forceful attitude, and threatened to file a complaint.

The group exchanged bewildered glances. They couldn't completely believe the little girl's words, but what if it were true?

Just as they were reporting to their superiors and waiting for further instructions, Yu Jiusi, who was already impatient, took out the tortoise-shell copper coin.

They started divination right there on the table.

Seeing the little girl's erratic behavior, Officer Zhou suddenly felt that she was somewhat unreliable.

Yu Jiusi deduced the location and origin of the tomb by looking at the divination results.

[Northwest, Jixiang Village, Tomb of the Northern Lan King of the Yan Dynasty.]

Officer Zhou's pupils dilated as he looked at the note the little girl pushed towards him, and he stared at Yu Jiusi in disbelief.

If it's true, then it's a new grave.

There's only one possibility that the items from the new tomb have been scattered elsewhere.

Tomb raiding...

Given the gravity of the matter, Officer Zhou didn't have time to ponder how the young girl knew. He immediately ordered the arrest of the loud and disruptive woman and took the note directly to his superiors.

After reviewing the surveillance footage provided by the surrounding shops, it can be basically concluded that the elderly woman was trying to extort money from the woman, as Yu Jiusi did not touch her or the jar at all during the incident.

The girl, busy eating her sandwich, left without looking back after clearing herself of suspicion, clutching Big Yellow.

Officer Zhou, arriving late, returned with his superior. After looking around and not seeing Yu Jiusi, he frowned. "Where's that young girl?"

"I'm gone."

Officer Zhou looked regretful, but his calm and collected superiors directly ordered them to check the surveillance footage.

Upon seeing the person in the surveillance footage, a hint of surprise and understanding flashed in Lin's sharp and composed eyes. He had already guessed it when Xiao Zhou said it was a young, mute girl.

But when did this person, who lives deep in the mountains year-round, come down from the mountain?