The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 49: What a Coincidence, Isn’t It?

This is what’s known as ’sensitivity’, but unfortunately, I have no family, just like I’ve jumped out of an ancient tomb. Family ties aren’t as important as a power bank.

"I went to that place, dug out a U-disk from under the tree, and found only one video file in it."

I sensed he was finally getting to the point, so I gathered my scattered thoughts and listened intently.

It was this video that convinced Chen Qinghan that Chen Xiaonuan was not dead.

"Give me your phone." Chen Qinghan said, reaching out for my phone.

"There’s only 7% battery left." My implication was for him to conserve it.

He used an adapter to connect the U-disk to the phone, then played the video inside.

To be honest, the video’s clarity was quite poor, and the filming environment was terrible too. The dark background, the swaying light beam, and the silent crew; the scene felt eerily familiar.

They were underground, or in a similar environment, like a cave.

After the camera swayed for a while, the person filming asked, "Xiaonuan, how much further do we have to go?"

At this moment, the person in front turned around, facing the camera. It was a short-haired woman whose features resembled Chen Qinghan’s somewhat, but not too closely.

"Almost there, the Treasure Room is just ahead, we’re very close."

"You said that twenty minutes ago, the camera is almost out of battery."

"Turn it off for now, we’ll film again later."

"Gold! It’s gold——" someone outside the frame suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

The cameraman immediately shifted the lens, capturing someone bending down to pick up a round metal from the ground, rubbing off the dirt on clothing, revealing a golden hue beneath.

That should be a coin. No, there were many of them, as the person kept bending to pick up the round metal at their feet.

The lens panned to the ground, revealing many round metals in the gaps between the stones, too numerous to count.

"We’ve found the treasure cave, hurry, hurry!" The other people in the team instantly broke free from their gloomy moods and, like chickens on adrenaline, ignored the coins on the ground and rushed forward.

"Xiaonuan, you’re going the wrong way, come back quickly." The cameraman noticed Chen Xiaonuan was running in a different direction from the others and hastily reminded her.

Chen Xiaonuan stopped and looked back, her gaze firm and decisive, "I never wanted money."

With that, she rushed towards the dark fork in the path, exuding a sense of departing heroically, never to return.

At this point, the screen suddenly went black, probably because the battery died—quite a dramatic video for a documentary, especially with that final freeze-frame of Chen Xiaonuan’s figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, evoking a sense of melancholy and repression.

"There’s something I’ve been wondering if I should say, is your sister... has she joined a tomb robbing crew?"

"Yes."

Well, that’s awkward, the brother lives on state salary, while the sister runs off to become a thief.

The whole family is not only unlucky but also filled with dramatic conflicts. Looking at the coins in the video, they don’t seem to be of domestic style, so Chen Xiaonuan is most likely grave robbing abroad.

Although my tomb is located in the UN territory, I’ve never considered myself a foreign zongzi, mainly due to the large differences in appearance.

I still remember the first batch of Tomb Robbers who woke me, the surprised expressions on their faces when they saw me, and the first words shouted by one of them: This zongzi’s color is off!

If you wonder why domestic Tomb Robbers all ended up robbing abroad, the reason is actually quite simple: most of the domestic tombs have been almost completely dug out.

The ones left either dare not be dug, or can’t be dug at all.

There are also those unfindable tombs, which no one can find and are simply impossible to contend with.

As a result, a large number of Tomb Robbers started gradually shifting to overseas operations, only to look into the coffin and, well, isn’t that a coincidence, the person lying inside seems like a fellow countryman!

But to be honest, I didn’t have so many thoughts at the time; it was after I learned to read Chinese characters and Mandarin that I pondered this out.

The first to teach me how to read in the ancient tomb was a Tomb Robber from Huaxia. Having an Eastern face, I naturally assumed myself to be Huaxia.

Before learning Mandarin, I have no memory of what language I spoke.

It’s fortunate that I don’t have any obsessions with a hometown, and besides, even if there once were relatives, who would be waiting for me to return after a millennium? Certainly none.

Chen Qinghan put away the U-disk, having successfully drained the last of my phone’s battery, and as the screen went dark, he said: 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"For three years, I’ve been searching for the place in that video."

That’s like finding a needle in a haystack, I thought inwardly, yet outwardly I asked, "Have you found it?"

The video only lasted a few minutes in which the people were constantly walking; it was dark all around. There are countless similar scenes; one could even film them in a studio, without coordinates or landmarks, where would you even look?

"There’s something that perhaps only you can use, but you can’t remember anything... would you like to try?"

"Sure, what is it?"

Chen Qinghan took out the little gadget he had been fiddling with earlier from his pocket. It looked somewhat like a miniature puzzle, fitting only half a palm-sized square in my hand.

A 3x3 small square forming a large square, yet calling it a puzzle doesn’t quite fit as each square has no pattern.

Calling it a calculator doesn’t fit either, as it has no function keys. I flipped it over and back, examining it for a while, unable to figure out what it was.

"It’s a compass." Chen Qinghan said timely.

"I’ve never seen a compass like this, how did you figure it out?" Compasses I’ve found generally look the same; it’s my first time seeing such a unique compass.

"The Heavenly Maiden Tomb mural, it’s an artifact unearthed from the 077th Heavenly Maiden Tomb. According to the mural description in the 077th Heavenly Maiden Tomb, it functions as a maritime guide."

"Why do I feel like I’m not from the same clan as the other founders of the Heavenly Maiden Tombs?" That’s absolutely heartfelt words—those girls are treasures, but I’m the black sheep, both poor and useless.

"You just can’t remember. Keep it with you, it might help you to recover your memory."

"I didn’t lose memory from a car crash; I’m old, therefore naturally forgetting many things—dementia, you get it? "

"Old but surely not foolish."

"Tch——"

Language fails to convey my inner anger. I was about to discreetly punch him when I heard the sound of a car engine coming from the road.

"Our ride is here, quick, put the compass away."

I gritted my teeth, tucked the compass into my pocket naturally, and upon realizing, got angry again. I seem to always be led by his nose, inside the ancient tomb, or after coming out of it. Why do I have to listen to him at all?

A black SUV stopped beside us, driven by a young man in a black leather jacket, wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night. His hair stood stiffly like a hedgehog.

"Old Han, is this the friend you mentioned? Not cool, man, you didn’t tell me she’s a beautiful lady!" The guy with the hedgehog head rolled down the window, hooked down his sunglasses with his index finger, revealing a pair of bright eyes.

Turns out he’s not blind... I thought Chen Qinghan knew some highly skilled person with a disability who could drive blind in the night.