Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1226 - 222:

An old man had a bottle of wine beside him. He picked it up, took a sip, then removed his straw hat and looked at the four people opposite.

He neither waved nor spoke, just quietly watched for a while, then turned his head back to continue tending his fishing rod.

Li Zhiyuan slightly raised his head, looked at the sky, then at the sea. With the art of Feng Shui meteorology, he started analyzing the location of the fish in this area.

The spot where the old man sat was the slanted back corner of the lighthouse, where the rocky beach protruded and the water level was relatively shallow. Ordinarily, one should sit right in front of the lighthouse, where the water is deep, making it easier to catch fish.

It's perfectly normal for ordinary fishing enthusiasts not to know this, but for an old man who has been guarding the lighthouse for years to not know where is better to cast a line seemed quite strange.

The convenience of choosing this spot was facing the direction of the pier, allowing observation of those who come ashore island.

The village appeared not small at first glance, but if you exclude the obviously abandoned houses where even new couplets were not posted, the people still living on this island were indeed very few.

Upon entering the village, there wasn't a soul on the road, making it difficult to find someone to inquire about Tan Wenbin.

Luckily, that supply store was still open, with an old grandma inside weaving a towel.

Lin Shuyou walked up the steps, came to the counter, wanting to chat with the grandma.

However, Lin Shuyou softly called out several times, but the grandma seemed hard of hearing and didn't hear at all, continuing to focus on knitting the sweater in her hands.

Lin Shuyou had to raise the volume, yet the grandma remained unmoved.

At this time, Lin Shuyou noticed the rusty ashtray in front of the old lady, with a few cigarette butts inside.

He then touched the side pocket of his hiking bag and took out another pack of cigarettes.

He had a phase of liking to hold a cigarette in his mouth for no reason; later, Brother Bin would smack him every time he saw him, which kept him from getting addicted. Knowing he would have to stand in for Brother Bin on this trip, he prepared these cigarettes well.

Opening the cigarette case, he took out two cigarettes: "Grandma, can I borrow a light?"

The sound was not loud, but the old lady immediately stopped knitting, turned her head, stood up, walked over, took out a matchbox from her pocket, received the cigarettes, lit them, all in one go.

"Grandma, I want to ask you something. Do you know where Tan Wenbin lives? We are his friends."

"Up there on the mountain, he likes to go there and set up a tent, saying he can better get close to nature."

"Oh, thank you, Grandma."

Lin Shuyou waved, walked down the steps: "Brother Xiao Yuan, maybe Brother Bin is there, shall we go look?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Go make a phone call, call Aunt Zhang's mini store, report to Grandmaster that we're safe."

"Oh, alright."

Lin Shuyou returned: "Grandma, I need to make a phone call."

The old lady bent down, opened the wooden box below the counter, took out a telephone, and placed it on the counter.

"Go ahead and call."

Lin Shuyou picked up the receiver, dialed the number, and soon, Aunt Zhang answered the phone.

"Hello, who is this? Who are you looking for?"

Lin Shuyou deliberately altered his voice using his learned Nantong dialect to respond: "Looking for Li Sanjiang's house."

Aunt Zhang: "Oh, a Fujian kid."

Lin Shuyou was startled for a moment. Turned out his accent was so strong that speaking Nantong dialect still made others recognize him as being from Fujian?

Aunt Zhang: "Should I call your Grandpa Sanjiang to the phone?"

"No, Aunt Zhang, please just tell Uncle Sanjiang for me that we are doing well outside."

"Alright, I'll go and tell him later."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Shuyou paid the phone fee and walked down the steps: "Brother Xiao Yuan, the call is done."

Li Zhiyuan nodded, took another glance at the supply store and the grandma who had returned to knitting the sweater.

Phone calls can be made, but Tan Wenbin still hadn't contacted him.

Either Tan Wenbin encountered an accident, or he didn't dare to come to this supply store to make calls anymore.

The group left the village and headed up the mountain.

Earlier from the sea view, this island didn't seem large, but being on it revealed how deeply its gullies hid its actual size.

They searched for a long time, yet still didn't find Tan Wenbin.

According to the situation Tan Wenbin reported over the phone previously, there should be many people coming to deliver goods on this island, yet none were seen.

During this time, a few marks left by Tan Wenbin were discovered, but following these marks still led nowhere.

The marks should be genuine, not finding anyone means Tan Wenbin kept changing his hiding spot, in other words, he was hiding all around.

Li Zhiyuan sat on the ground, took out several small array flags from his bag, arranged a receiving array, and then lit an incense within.

He then placed the compass in his palm, starting to sense.

Sometimes, finding a ghost is easier than finding a person.

The two resentful baby spirits on Tan Wenbin's shoulders were sealed personally by him, thus the young man was particularly sensitive to their aura.

The smoke began to move against the wind.

Li Zhiyuan placed the compass on top, pointed his fingertip at the smoke, directing it onto the compass. Subsequently, the pointer on the compass appeared with a specific direction.

This method had strong limitations on distance orientation, but luck was good; it succeeded the first time, no need to move places and arrange another array.

"Let's go."

Since those two resentful babies still existed, Tan Wenbin must still be alive.

Li Zhiyuan believed in their father-son bond, the two resentful babies wouldn't watch Tan Wenbin die while they survived alone.

Walking down the slope, they came to the shadowed side of the island, where the gullies were deeper, suggesting few people would usually visit this place.

Following the guidance of the compass, the four came to the shore and saw a cave entrance hidden among the rocks.