The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 175 - 176: No Comment and Over My Dead Body

Chapter 175: Chapter 176: No Comment and Over My Dead Body

This old man has quite a personality. While everyone else on the boat is wearing T-shirts and shorts or is shirtless, he’s dressed in a white suit, complete with a shirt, vest, and jacket. His white leather shoes are polished to a shine, and his golden curls are slicked back with a generous amount of hair wax.

However, he’s not very tall, only about 1.7 meters, so even Bi Shi has to slightly look down to see him.

Perhaps to show a gentlemanly demeanor, they didn’t put handcuffs on me and Bi Shi. The team leader and Qinghan are still tied up in their unconscious state.

It was purely accidental that we encountered Shield’s pick-up team. Bi Shi and I hadn’t rehearsed our stories beforehand, not about the fake Meng Qingyu, nor about the Undersea City, so we hadn’t discussed how to answer in advance.

But I thought of a way to ensure our answers wouldn’t differ.

Two burly men, built like bears, ’gently’ pushed me into an interrogation room, where there was only a table and two chairs.

The young translator asked me my name in his stilted Chinese.

His accent was so odd; his Chinese wasn’t even as good as Old Shi’s.

I had to ask him to repeat himself three times before I understood what he was asking.

Then I shook my head and replied with four words: "No comment."

That’s right, I planned to use these four words to handle all questions.

But the young man clearly didn’t understand the meaning of these four words and asked me to repeat them twice more, still looking puzzled.

The old man with golden hair asked the young man in a foreign language what was going on, and the young man replied that I was speaking ’Classical Chinese’, a language he hadn’t studied.

I admit I was being presumptuous when I saw the old man fetching an East Asian looking translator, assuming he was a native of Huaxia.

Then he asked me to answer their questions in modern Chinese. I nodded and, very cooperatively and good-naturedly, repeated my answer again: "Not telling you."

No matter what he asked, I used these four words as a response, finally annoying the old man with golden hair.

He threatened to kill Chen Qinghan and the others. Yes, I could tell he was just threatening me because he obviously still wanted to extract more information from them and wouldn’t kill them just yet.

So I kept my mouth shut and was thrown into the ship’s hold, which usually serves as the fish storage area of the vessel.

I hadn’t even warmed up the floor of the hold when Bi Shi was tossed in as well.

"What did you tell them?" I was curious, wondering what she said to get thrown down here.

"I’d rather die than tell," Bi Shi smirked proudly, "that’s what the heroes on TV say, and it’s super cool."

"Where’s the music box?" I noticed the bundle on her neck was missing.

"I hid it," she grinned mischievously, humming a tune and squatting down to rest.

She felt completely secure, which was why she could afford to play the hero here.

"Boring. I was waiting for them to torture us," Bi Shi picked up a fish scale from the ground and played with it.

In response to her words, the hatch above the hold was opened, and the old man’s voice, along with the intermittent barking of a dog, descended from above.

He spoke a long string of words in a varied tone, then asked the young East Asian man to translate.

The gist was that they had a dog with rabies, and if we didn’t honestly answer his questions, they’d throw the dog down here.

"Great, bring it on!" I shouted in a foreign language.

The golden-haired old man sneered, saying he would see how long I could keep my tough stance, and then ordered them to lower the cage with the rabid dog.

Since we were already rescued, we had time to kill and could play their game to pass the time.

A cage was lowered into the hold, and inside, a big black dog stared at us with ferocity, drooling menacingly.

A rope was tied to the latch on the cage door, and as long as the person above pulled the rope, the cage door would open.

"Ah... so scary." I thought I should give the old man with golden hair some face and not act too arrogant. It’s better to be humble.

"I’d rather die than tell!" This clueless fellow Bi Shi suddenly stood up, puffed out her chest, and shouted righteously at those above. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The result of her valiant show was that the cage door was opened, and the big black dog immediately pounced out, chasing us around the hold.

We hid in the blind spot of the old man’s sight. The hatch above was just a meter square, and as long as we stayed in the corner, we were invisible to those above.

Bi Shi’s belt was around the big black dog’s neck. The noise from below sounded intense, yet the people above didn’t know that it was the big black dog’s final cries before death.

The young man above kept asking if we had made up our minds or if we wanted to cooperate.

Until the sound of the big black dog ceased, his questions also stopped.

Bi Shi, like a mischievous child, threw the big black dog’s carcass up, causing gasps from the crowd above.

The big black dog’s neck was broken, with no other wounds on its body, so they could easily tell it was killed in one blow.

The old man with golden hair said something to his men in a soft voice that I couldn’t hear clearly, and then the hatch to the hold was sealed again.

Bi Shi let out a triumphant laugh, as if her prank had succeeded. I wondered if this little stunt had provoked the old man with golden hair, and if he might resort to other means of ’harsh interrogation’ against us.

I was spot on. Not long after, the hatch opened a crack, and something smoking was thrown down, soon turning the hold into a smokehouse.

If necessary, I could hold my breath, but that might draw attention from the old man with golden hair, so I quickly pretended to cough, making them think the punishment was effective.

Meanwhile, Bi Shi continued her performance, fake coughing while cursing and ranting, a true diva performance.

After the sun set, they dropped another person down, it turned out to be Chen Qinghan.

He woke up earlier than the team leader and the others and was also taken to the interrogation room. Confronted with the golden-haired old man’s questions, he only said he fell sick as soon as he reached the island and knew nothing.

Fortunately, his eyes had returned to normal; otherwise, the old man with golden hair might have quarantined him as a source of contagion.

Cong Zhibo was indeed quarantined. I overheard the ship staff saying that the old man with golden hair suspected Cong Zhibo was poisoned and needed to be observed in isolation.

In fact, this worked out better. Being quarantined meant no one could lay a finger on him, and as long as he remained unconscious, he’d be safe — unless the old man with golden hair thought he was beyond help and decided to throw him into the sea.

Bi Shi made faces at me behind Chen Qinghan’s back, signaling towards him.

She had said earlier that something was off about Chen Qinghan. Now, since he had awakened earlier than the team leader and others, she was indicating that her suspicions were correct.

Just being conscious and able to move freely is already a blessing; no need to ask for more, I ignored Bi Shi and pulled Chen Qinghan aside to recount the events that transpired after he fainted.

The old man with golden hair took away his treasure sword, but as long as we’re on the ship, it’s easy to get it back.