I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

After Gao Yuan uttered the name, the interrogation room fell silent for a few seconds.

Tang Zhi still had half a wonton in her mouth.

Which scene? Which river?

"The scenery is 'jing' (景), and the mountains and rivers are 'chuan' (川)."

Gao Yuan leaned back in his chair, his face grim.

"I've told you everything I know."

Lin Ye didn't rush to leave.

"How did you meet?"

"Introduced by a friend."

"What friend?"

Gao Yuan was clearly annoyed.

"A customer I met when I was repairing cars."

"name."

"Zhou Peng".

Contact information.

"It's on my phone."

Lin Ye nodded.

"Does Han Jingchuan know you've awakened?"

Gao Yuan remained silent.

"When did you find out?"

"...Our second meeting."

"How did you know?"

"I said it myself."

"You really like to show off."

Gao Yuan raised his eyes and glared at him.

"If I suddenly ran this fast, wouldn't you have said anything if you were in my shoes?"

Lin Ye thought for a moment.

"Maybe they'll say that too."

lofty:"……"

Tang Zhi, standing nearby, couldn't help but speak up.

"Are you judging people or making friends with them?"

"Let's ease the tension."

"He doesn't seem to have been appeased by you."

Lin Ye continued to ask:

"and then?"

He asked me if I wanted to make money.

"Did I ask you to pack up your things?"

"Um."

"The exact words were 'receive'?"

Gao Yuan's lips twitched.

"In the beginning."

"Later, some people refused to sell them."

"So they started looting?"

Gao Yuan remained silent.

Lin Ye didn't rush him either.

After a dozen seconds, he said in a muffled voice:

He said as long as he got the item, that was fine.

He didn't ask about the process.

Jingchuan Antiques.

The shop is located in the middle section of Qinghuai Street.

The storefront isn't large, but the decor is quite sophisticated.

A black sign with gold lettering.

There were old wooden frames on both sides.

The windows facing the street were cleaned very thoroughly.

Cheng Fang stood across the street and watched for a few seconds.

"Two of the items Gao Yuan stole have been confirmed to have exhibited spiritual energy reactions?"

"Um."

"The third item is still under re-inspection."

Lin Ye looked up at the shop entrance.

"He offered a price far higher than the market price."

"And all we need are these things."

Cheng Fang nodded.

"So don't rush to ask about the stolen goods today."

"Let's see how things go first."

"clear."

"besides."

Cheng Fang looked at him.

"No reckless actions are allowed without sufficient evidence."

Lin Ye also looked at him.

Why did you say this to me alone?

"Because you're the one most likely to act recklessly here."

"You have a lot of opinions about me."

"Go in."

The doorbell rang softly.

Ding.

The person behind the counter looked up.

Around forty years old.

White shirt, dark gray trousers.

A pair of very thin gold-rimmed glasses.

I'm examining a porcelain bowl with a magnifying glass.

Unlike people from the underworld.

They weren't even like the awakened ones that the Seventh Division had recently encountered.

It's too clean.

"What are you two looking forward to?"

Cheng showed his identification.

"Han Jingchuan?"

The man's gaze lingered on the document for two seconds.

"I am."

"Seven places."

There are some things I'd like to ask you.

Han Jingchuan showed no obvious reaction.

He gently put down the magnifying glass in his hand.

"Can."

"Please come in and have a seat."

There is a tea table in the back half of the shop.

The water is already boiling.

Han Jingchuan brewed a new pot of tea.

The movements are slow.

There was no deliberate delay.

After Cheng Fang sat down, he asked directly:

"Do you know Gao Yuan?"

Han Jingchuan paused for less than half a second while pouring tea.

"know."

"What's the relationship?"

"You've helped me collect a few things."

Which items?

"I have a record of it."

Han Jingchuan didn't even make them wait.

He got up and took a folder from under the counter.

Order form.

Transfer records.

Photos of the items.

Even the approximate valuation of each item is provided.

The jade buckle and bronze censer that Gao Yuan had snatched are all still there.

Cheng Fang flipped through a few pages.

"Where is this bronze seal?"

"Haven't received it yet."

Lin Ye sat beside him, without saying a word.

Han Jingchuan looked up at him.

He then continued:

"Gao Yuan told me that the seller changed their mind at the last minute."

"There was no further news."

"Didn't he tell you he'd already got the stuff?"

"no."

"What about these two?"

Cheng Fang pointed his finger at the photos of the jade buckle and the bronze incense burner.

"It's already been sold."

"Who will they be sold to?"

"The record is at the end."

Han Jingchuan picked up his teacup.

"If needed, I can coordinate with any of the seven locations."

They were so cooperative.

There's no need for anyone to ask for an explanation.

Cheng Fang turned to one of the pages.

"Where did Gao Yuan get these things from? You've never asked him."

"I asked."

He said it was a private channel.

Cheng Fang took out a chat log that he had recovered from Gao Yuan's phone.

[Just get the item; you don't need to tell me about the process.]

"What about this sentence?"

Han Jingchuan glanced down.

"I said it."

"What do you mean?"

"The antique industry is inherently diverse in its sources of goods."

"Old houses are being cleared out, private sales are taking place, and goods are being bought and sold in the private sector. Some owners of these items are unwilling to say where they came from."

Han Jingchuan smiled.

"I'm doing business, not checking household records."

Cheng Fang looked at him.

"You didn't even question what was stolen?"

"If I knew it was stolen, I wouldn't have accepted it."

"Now you know?"

"Refunds should be given where due, and compensation should be paid where due."

Han Jingchuan put down the tea.

"There's not much to say about that."

Watertight.

At least on the surface.

Lin Ye hadn't paid much attention to their conversation since he entered the room.

He was listening to the store.

That's strange.

Normally, old objects will retain some traces in the Spirit Listener.

Decades, centuries.

It has been touched by someone.

It has been provided.

He was buried with the deceased.

Some may carry a touch of regret.

Some of them carry a faint spiritual aura.

Even if it's not a magical artifact, it's rarely completely clean.

However, in Jingchuan Antiques, a large number of items are empty.

The wooden Buddha on the left.

Judging from its color, it has been offered to the gods for quite some time.

No sound.

An old bronze mirror on the shelf.

nor.

There was also a string of old beads that were clearly tainted by negative energy.

It has an outer shell.

The inside looked as if it had been completely emptied.

Lin Ye's gaze swept over.

One piece.

two pieces.

Three items.

The more I listened, the more something seemed off.

It's not that these things never had a spirit.

It seems more like it happened before.

It disappeared later.

He picked up the teacup on the table.

I didn't drink it.

Ling Ting slowly withdrew.

It fell on Han Jingchuan.

First comes breathing.

heartbeat.

blood.

Go deeper.

A soul's voice appeared.

Very low.

Very stable.

He belongs to a middle-aged man.

This should be Han Jingchuan.

Lin Ye continued deeper into the forest.

next moment.

His fingers, which were holding the teacup, paused for a moment.

one left.

It's very light.

It was hidden very well.

It is not a second soul standing alone.

The two voices were already very close together.

Like two wet sheets of paper stuck together.

One of them was around forty years old.

Another one...

He looks incredibly old.

Lin Ye did not retreat immediately.

Ling Ting continued to press down.

I want to clarify things a little more.

The aged voice of the soul suddenly stopped.

It did not disappear.

It simply stopped suddenly from its original slow state.

That felt very strange.

Like someone who originally had their eyes closed.

woke up.

At the same time.

Han Jingchuan is answering Cheng Fang's question.

He was only halfway through his sentence.

It paused for a moment.

He slowly turned his head.

He looked towards the forest.

Their eyes met.

Han Jingchuan suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Lin."

Lin Ye did not answer.

Is there something on my face?

"no."

"Then you've been looking at me ever since you walked in."

Lin Ye leaned back in his chair.

Do you know me?

"You are now in charge of the Southeast District."

Han Jingchuan adjusted his glasses.

"I've heard a little bit about it in this circle."

Cheng Fang looked up.

"You people in the antiques circle even discuss seven personnel changes?"

"Nobody talks about personnel changes, of course."

Han Jingchuan smiled.

"It's just that these days, people who deal in antiques are all afraid of getting involved with things they shouldn't."

"Who is in charge of this area in the Seventh Division is something that people will naturally inquire about."

That makes sense.

Lin Ye did not follow up on this topic.

"Boss Han."

"Um?"

"Your shop is quite quiet."

Han Jingchuan's eyes flickered slightly.

"It's not peak customer season outside yet."

"I wasn't talking about a person."

The area around the tea table quieted down.

Cheng Fang did not interrupt.

Han Jingchuan looked at Lin Ye.

A few seconds later.

"What is that?"

Lin Ye smiled.

Just saying.

Han Jingchuan also smiled.

"Mr. Lin's words are quite interesting."

"the same as you."

"I?"

"Um."

Lin Ye leaned forward slightly.

"I've been feeling that you're quite lively inside."

The air felt compressed, as if something had pressed down on it.

Han Jingchuan didn't move his hand that was holding the teacup.

The smile on her face was still there.

"I don't quite understand."

"fine."

Lin Ye sat back down.

"I didn't understand it completely either."

For the first time, Han Jingchuan's gaze truly fell on his ears.

very short.

It flashed by in an instant.

But Lin Ye saw it.

next second.

Han Jingchuan suddenly asked:

"Mr. Lin usually..."

"Can you hear things that others can't?"

Cheng Fang's expression changed.

Lin Ye smiled.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Just a guess."

"How did you guess?"

"After you came in, you rarely looked at anything."

Han Jingchuan picked up the teapot.

I refilled Lin Ye's cup with some hot tea, which had gone cold.

"On the contrary, I often tilt my head."

"Like listening."

The movements were very natural.

The reasons are reasonable.

But Lin Ye knew.

That's not the reason.

Just now.

When the aged voice inside awakened.

Han Jingchuan found out.

Lin Ye picked up his teacup.

I finally took a sip.

"Then guess again."

"What did I just hear?"

Han Jingchuan stopped brewing the teapot.

Less than half a second.

It continued to fall down.

"I could never have guessed that."

"pity."

Lin Ye smiled.

"I thought Boss Han knew everything."

The investigation did not last long.

The evidence currently available from the seven sources can only prove that there was an unusual transaction between Gao Yuan and Han Jingchuan.

Han Jingchuan could easily claim ignorance of Gao Yuan's act of stealing items.

As for the abnormality in the store.

Lin Ye heard it.

However, we cannot use "it's too clean inside" or "the boss has two spirits" as direct evidence to arrest someone.

In particular, the second soul voice and Han Jingchuan's own soul were highly overlapping.

What exactly is it?

We need to confirm this further.

Before leaving.

Han Jingchuan personally escorted the two to the door.

"If Gao Yuan needs any further verification, he can contact me anytime."

Cheng Fang nodded.

"Don't leave the capital city anytime soon."

"clear."

Lin Ye had already walked down the steps.

Han Jingchuan suddenly called out to him.

"Mr. Lin."

Lin Ye turned back.

"What's wrong?"

Han Jingchuan stood inside the shop.

The sunlight outside only shone on half of his body.

"If I become interested in antiques in the future..."

"You're welcome to come in and have a seat."

Lin Ye smiled.

My tastes have changed recently.

"What do you like?"

"A living antique."

Han Jingchuan was slightly taken aback.

Then he laughed.

That's a real shame.

He glanced back at the shop behind him.

"Here I am."

"They're all inanimate objects."

Ding.

The glass door slowly closed.

The smile on Lin Ye's face gradually faded.

Walked about ten meters.

"Speak."

"two."

"What, two?"

"Soul voice."

Lin Ye glanced back at Jingchuan Antiques.

Han Jingchuan had already returned to his seat at the counter.

Separated by glass.

He was looking down, continuing to examine the porcelain bowl he hadn't finished looking at.

It was as quiet as if nothing had happened.

"Inside his body."

"I heard two souls."

Cheng Fang slowed down.

"Possession?"

"It doesn't look like it."

"Possession?"

"It can't be confirmed either."

Lin Ye recalled the two voices that were almost touching.

"They're folded too tightly."

"and……"

Cheng Fang looked at him.

"What else?"

Lin Ye withdrew his gaze.

"The one inside."

"They heard me too."