Chapter Thirty-Nine: Luring the Snake out of the Cave

  Qin Zhong was startled and looked clearly at the person who had come, a continuous mustache, two cow-egg-sized eyes, as if Qin Zhong had already beaten out the national treasure's appearance.

  "Big brother, from now on I'll follow you, follow you!" The guy hugged his legs and rolled around on the ground nonstop.

  Qin Zhong looked at the antique in his hand, seemingly not having put much thought into it. It was just a small cut, but this guy had too much blood, and with just one knife, the blood seemed to be unstoppable.

  He took a deep breath and let out a cold hum: "Does it hurt?"

  Ouch!

  "Endure it, no matter how things are provoked, just give me a calm return. First, let's make sense of this punch on my face."

  Before Qin Zhong could finish speaking, the big bearded man started slapping his own face loudly, and soon a series of dark purple handprints appeared on the back of his black beard. His eyes were fixed on Qin Zhong's face, but he showed no intention of stopping.

  Qin Zhong's mind was filled with calculations, the punch he had just received was quite ruthless, and he hadn't expected that this guy would also be so forceful towards himself. However, in order to test this guy's loyalty, Qin Zhong turned his head and went back into the house.

  This guy actually didn't intend to stop, until Qin Zhong and Da Ya had been in the house for two hours. When Qin Zhong was about to go to the second floor archive room to find materials, he surprisingly found that this guy was still squatting there, weakly slapping his own face.

  Qin Zhong was startled at first, then re-examined the loyalty of the person who came. He still didn't speak, and walked past the big beard, waiting for him to retrieve a stack of documents from the second floor. When he saw the big beard start slapping his own face with his hand, it seemed like he was stroking his cheek, already sweating profusely, adding to the blood loss in his legs, this guy looked like he was exhausted.

  Qin Zhong stopped abruptly in front of the guy and stared at the big beard with a cold gaze, asking: "What do you call this old man?"

  "My name is Guo Dafu, big brother, have you forgiven me?" The guy was still panting as he spoke.

  Qin Zhong's face was expressionless, but it could be seen that he was showing a kind of indifference at this moment: "This punch of mine is considered settled, and my brother has one punch, you explain it clearly to me."

  Dàyá heard this, and hurriedly ran out of the house. Seeing that Guō Dàfù had been tormented by Qín Zhōng to the point of being on the verge of collapse, he rubbed his eyes and said with a prominent big tooth: "Forget it, I won't bother with him anymore." As he spoke, he was still staring at Qín Zhōng's attitude.

  Qin Zhong gave Da Ya a cold glance: "If you can forgive him, I have nothing to say." With that, he turned and went into the house.

  Guo Dafu's eyes were filled with expectation and gratitude as he gazed at Qin Zhong's back, then looked at Da Ya and gently patted his small leg before falling forward and fainting.

  "Big Tooth, send him to the hospital, I still have things to do. Two days later, you go find Meng Na and Mark to come here, I will arrange things myself." Qin Zhong said after that, Big Tooth very obediently supported Guo Da Fu to leave.

  Qin Zhong closed the doors and windows of the first floor tightly, pulled up the curtains, and spread out a large stack of materials on the table, then flipped through them one by one.

  What he took out of the archives were some people's files, as well as some detailed information about Manchu Shamanism and other ethnic minorities. In this region of Manchuria, there are many ethnic minorities, but in each minority group, there is a rare and strange profession called Shamanism, which is also known among the common people as "jumping gods".

  He wants to look at these things in order to find people who match the characteristics of being able to jump high, being Japanese, being bald, and being connected to ninjas among the personnel data. Because in his mind, those who can understand both the 137th cave and the archives must be people who have worked in the archives or at least their descendants, secondly, they are people who know about the 137th cave.

  Including Qin Zhong's grandfather, no one found the 137th cave in the archives underground, let alone outsiders. This proves that this person must have known about the existence of the 137th cave from some external sources, which is the legacy of the Japanese troops inside the cave. If it was just a coincidence to stumble upon the 137th cave, then the whole incident would lose its motivation. Therefore, his target data is certain.

  However, Qin Zhong searched and searched, and suddenly discovered that his grandfather's file mentioned that his grandfather understood things like Shamanic rituals, and was extremely proficient in yin-yang grave divination, the Eight Trigrams of the I Ching, and Feng Shui.

  It seems that Qin Zhong's grandfather was also a person with super strong memory and brain power, which means that Qin Zhong's excellent tradition has a solid foundation.

  "Director, everyone has arrived!"

  In the lounge on the first floor, a large number of file bags and personnel files were scattered all over the place. Qin Zhong was lying on the sofa, fast asleep with his head buried in the files. He had been studying the materials for a whole day and two nights, and it was only until morning that Da Ya rushed to the door and started banging on it.

  Qin Zhong was awakened by the knocking sound, and he suddenly became clear-headed. He saw the files on the ground and felt a bit dizzy himself. After opening the door, Qin Zhong didn't open it all the way. He looked at the three people outside and cleared his throat: "This, your first task today is, are you willing to listen to me?"

  "Of course!" Big Tooth and Mona chimed in unison, while Mark remained his usual carefree self.

  Qin Zhong sneered and said, "Since you're willing, then come in and lend a hand to help sort out the files."

  "All right, all right, as long as Director Qin is willing, I'll do it."

  Meng Na clapped her hands and approached Qin Zhong: "What secret is in this house, no matter what secret it is, I will definitely help!"

  "All right, then please come in and take a look!" Qin Zhong showed them the chaotic scene on the floor.

  Da Ya and Meng Na were stunned, not knowing how to react. But since they had already agreed with Qin Zhong, there was no room for retreat. Helplessly, they entered the house and began cleaning up.

  Just as the three of them were busy sorting out files, Mark stood in the corridor smoking. A person rushed in from the doorway: "Brother, I'm here to help you, just arrange for me to do something!"

  The newcomer was Guo Dafu, and Qin Zhong only then felt that this person belonged to the type of simple-minded but physically strong individual. However, using him in the right way would indeed make him a good material.

  After tidying up the room, Qin Zhong carried the files to the second floor and returned to the first floor to start arranging the next step. In short, his goal was to lure the snake out of its hole. He planned to let that bald-headed man expose himself according to his own plan, because he knew the purpose of this Japanese person. As a descendant, it was only natural that the spirit of Bushido came first.

  In the end, Qin Zhong still grasped that person's heart, he knew this person would definitely be lured out by his own actions.

  Just after a few people discussed the countermeasures, Fang Shu and Lao Gui came to the archives together. The two of them didn't stay for long and left in a hurry, probably because something like funding allocation had arrived, so they came back here to take a look.

  Qin Zhong simply said a few words to the two people and gave up. In just two days, Qin Zhong's plan began to take action. He actually came from the city's cultural relics witness group to the archives, opening the 137th cave wide open, highly publicizing that they had discovered the site of a Japanese bacterial research base. Nearly a dozen people had come for an inspection, and there were at least three or five police officers on the perimeter.

  Qin Zhong and others dispersed according to their pre-arranged plan.

  As soon as it was heard that the Japanese army's bacterial relics were found here, a large number of people gathered. Most of them came to watch the excitement, and only a few took a look and left.

  The police set up a cordon outside the archives, and the staff inside were busy beyond recognition. Before long, many skeletal remains and artifacts from the Manchukuo period emerged from the 137th cave.

  In just three days, the team with rich experience thoroughly investigated the 137th cave and registered all the data inside. The person in charge announced at a press conference that the existence of this cave had been confirmed, which was of great historical and evidentiary significance. However, his last sentence sternly mentioned that there were still people who endangered social security inside the cave, namely the descendants of Japanese people, and the evidence has been handed over to the archives for sealing.