My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 135 - 112 Meng’s Feng Shui Studies_2

Chapter 135: Chapter 112 Meng’s Feng Shui Studies_2

"What?!" Elder Lin jumped in shock, and then his eyes instantly lit up.

Compared with a dozen two-level or three-level cultural relics and a small gang of artifact smugglers, if they could find that thing, the merit would be incomparable.

"Listen, Elder Wang, you can’t keep all the spoils for yourself; you’ve got to count me in on this thing."

"On your turf, how could I sidestep you, the local snake!"

"Great! Where’s the thing then?"

"What do you mean, ’where?’ I’m right in the middle of looking for it!"

"Right, right, right! I’ll have my boys keep searching; even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find that thing!"

With newfound motivation, Elder Lin, like a chicken on steroids, ordered his officers to step up the search for hidden compartments or tunnels.

On the other side, Ma Liang, seeing that the police were not showing any signs of stopping their search but were instead searching more diligently, kept his face expressionless but was beginning to feel a little apprehensive. His eyes couldn’t help but quickly glance in a certain direction...

Even if he were sentenced to two or three years, as long as that thing was still there, his family, the Ma family, would still have the capital to make a comeback.

If that thing were found, then it would truly be the end of everything...

Seeing Wang Zhao Ping look over again, Ma Liang quickly put on a forced smile.

"Officer, you’ve been searching for half an hour now, my house is only so big; everything is right here. Even if I were trafficking in cultural relics, I wouldn’t keep the stolen goods in my own house, right?

Look, I’m just helping a friend with authentication, just touching them a little, right?

There are many precious antiques in this house, and if anything gets damaged, you will have to compensate for it!"

Ma Liang was solely focused on ending the search as quickly as possible.

But to the seasoned Wang Zhao Ping, these words sounded a bit too much like protesting innocence where there was none.

He became even more certain there was a problem with this old mansion!

However, after circling the house several times, and having almost combed through every bird’s nest, they still hadn’t found a single clue.

An hour passed, and everyone still came up empty-handed.

"Elder Wang, why don’t I call a construction crew to come and dig up this courtyard?" Elder Lin suggested.

Upon hearing this, Ma Liang’s mouth twitched, but he showed no other reaction, appearing completely indifferent.

Wang Zhao Ping observed the man’s facial expressions and movements and frowned upon seeing this.

Giving up now would be really unsatisfying.

"Wait a moment; I’m going to make a call," Wang Zhao Ping said as he walked to a corner and took out his phone.

If you can’t pick bones out of an egg, then you should ask the chicken that laid it...

This counts as after-sales service, right?

"Hello? Who is it?" After a moment, an impatient voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Uh... It’s Wang Zhao Ping!"

"Oh! Captain Wang, what’s the matter?" The voice softened slightly.

"It’s like this..."

Wang Zhao Ping briefly explained the current situation.

"Can’t find the thing... Wait a moment; my life has had so many ups and downs recently, my mind’s a bit of a mess. Let me check my notes."

Soon, the sound of pages turning came through the phone.

Wang Zhao Ping was somewhat speechless.

Wasn’t that information given to me three days ago? Life ups and downs, mind a bit of a mess?

What exactly has happened?

...

[Hang City, Zhujia Corner no. 324, a shocking secret hidden within the stone elephant...]

Found it! Sure enough, it’s better to rely on a pencil than one’s memory, especially for someone with pre-senile dementia like me...

Meng Lang closed the notebook where he kept certain key information and then addressed the phone, "Can you open a video call on your end?"

"Uh... Video? Sure, no problem!"

So Meng Lang hung up the phone, logged into the Flying Pigeon messaging service on his laptop, ensuring the camera was in a submerged state, before sending a video call request to his friend "Archie."

Quickly, the computer monitor showed an incoming call screen with Wang Zhao Ping’s large face on it.

"Don’t point it at your face; let me see around you," Meng Lang directed.

"Okay!"

The screen shifted, showing the courtyard of an old mansion. As the video feed panned, Meng Lang carefully observed the environment within.

After Wang Zhao Ping had walked around the entire mansion, inside and out, Meng Lang’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The old mansion was not small, and there were indeed quite a few stone statues within, seemingly used for protection. There were various servant statues and stone lions at the gate; and if you included those on the roof ridge, there were even more.

Was it necessary to chisel all these sculptures open?

The video feed continued to move when Meng Lang paused abruptly as the frame swept past a particular statue...

Wait a minute! Stone statues... Stone elephants!

That’s it! It’s not the ’statue’ of a person’s likeness that’s written in the book but the ’elephant’ of an elephant!

"Stop!"

...

"The one on the phone is Elder Wang’s informant, right?" Elder Lin said, puzzled as he watched Wang Zhao Ping walk around the yard with his phone.

Just like this, and they’d be able to find the thing?

"It must be..." Qin Xiaoru watched Wang Zhao Ping’s phone thoughtfully.

The other side of the video call was pitch black, obviously, because the caller didn’t turn on the camera, but... that voice sounded somewhat familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before...

On the other side, Ma Liang stared intently at Wang Zhao Ping’s movements. The other party’s persistence rose an ominous premonition in him.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a young man’s voice came from the phone.

"What’s wrong?" Wang Zhao Ping asked, confused.

"That stone elephant has a problem!" the voice on the phone declared with certainty.

"Stone statues?" Wang Zhao Ping didn’t catch on at first, but looking at the large stone elephant sculpture in front of him, he understood what Meng Lang was referring to.

Upon hearing the voice from the phone, the others didn’t react much, but Ma Liang’s back felt sweaty!