The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 275 - 258: Service Area Attack Incident (Part 3)

"Couldn’t see clearly."

"Ah... you, always dropping the ball at critical moments!"

Dong Sanqi leaned back in the chair with disappointment, continuing to scroll through the news feed on his phone.

I didn’t tell him the truth; our job is to keep these bizarre and dangerous incidents away from the public eye. Sensational news must never leak from us, unless it can’t be helped.

Liu Laonian was on a drip in the hospital, Wang Datou accompanied him, and Qinghan found a nearby hotel. On the way, he bought me a protective cap from a store, one that covers you up well, along with a pair of sunglasses.

Wearing this cap is better than wrapping a black veil, at least it won’t make others uneasy, thinking I’m a robber.

While resting at the hotel, Dong Sanqi was asleep in the room the whole time and didn’t even have dinner. Chen Qinghan and I finally had the chance to seriously talk about recovery.

His suggestion was to visit the place Galaxy mentioned, maybe we could truly find a way to completely resolve the Karmic Fire issue.

But I thought it was not feasible. Not to mention the long distance; that place is considered a top dangerous area among our clan. The reason those three placed the weapon there was precisely because others can’t get to it.

They agreed to a ceasefire, but had to guard against the others, so the weapon’s storage place wasn’t chosen carelessly.

Entering that area in my weakened state is like facing certain death; it’s better to wait for it to recover gradually.

Last time, I consumed too much and fell into a near-death state, didn’t I still recover over time?

However, Qinghan wasn’t reassured; he said he’s been feeling uneasy lately, as if something terrible might happen to me.

This might be the ’telepathic connection’ during the bloodline inheritance process, similar to how when a relative suddenly passes, the closest person to them senses unrest.

So I took Chen Qinghan’s words to heart. There are plenty of instances where trouble strikes out of the blue. He wouldn’t feel uneasy for no reason, especially someone like him who handles things so calmly; it’s unlikely for him to be overly nervous or paranoid.

But I thought his unease might suggest that we shouldn’t go to that place. In the end, no one could persuade the other, and we had to shelve the matter for now and think of other solutions.

While playing with my phone at night, Zhaosi messaged me privately, asking when I’d visit her.

I told her that I just started working not long ago and had just returned from vacation, so it wasn’t good to ask for personal leave again. I asked her to wait.

But before long, Qinghan, who had already returned to his room, messaged me saying he could request leave for me—sick leave.

He reported to the higher-ups, saying I performed outstandingly in the greedy snake operation and got poisoned, needing special treatment. Gan Quan vouched for him, saying she had never seen such poison before.

I asked Qinghan, if I were the only one on sick leave, how could I cross Huaxia to meet Zhaosi? Taking a train would scare other passengers?

Qinghan told me not to worry; he would find someone to send me there. There would be no shortage of drivers and bodyguards.

When I heard there would be a free driver and bodyguard, I had no objections.

The small town was very quiet at night. I didn’t like using air conditioning, so I opened the window and leaned on the room’s windowsill to enjoy the view.

The sky here was pure, filled with brilliant stars. There were no skyscrapers in the town, and we were staying on the top floor of the hotel. With no buildings obstructing the view, we could see distant farmlands and a few small mountains further away.

The night breeze was cool; the summer in the far north lacked the noise of cicadas but had an extra touch of silence.

However, a few shadows ruined my mood for the scenery. They scurried from the street downstairs into the alley beside the hotel.

Those shadows were people, but they moved on all fours, like animals, quickly and silently slipping into corners the streetlights couldn’t reach.

I hurriedly took out my phone to call Qinghan, telling him there were abnormal humans active in the town.

We have a workgroup, with people chatting 24/7. They discussed the highway service area incident this evening. After the incident, they sent people nearby to investigate, but hours passed with the Paranormal Investigation Department still having no results.

Indeed, there’s a department dedicated to such events, capturing abnormal humans all over the place, but nine out of ten times, they end up catching mentally ill patients or drug addicts.

That’s why they have a nickname: the Abnormal Human Sorting Center.

Of course, that’s just a joke among colleagues. Like Gan Quan and Xiao Changfeng, they are warriors fighting in the dark. Their work cannot see the light, nor can it be made public. Most of the time it’s dull and tedious, but a thousand days of peace are worth a single day of upheaval. For them, there are duties to fulfill and people to protect, no matter how difficult or dangerous it might be.

The humans crawling on all fours through the streets likely fall under their responsibility.