I heard that I'm a tomb robber

Chapter 94 Greetings
Mei Qian's guess was right, Zhang Yu's being so attentive today has nothing to do with the assassination incident, it is also about the underground affairs of Xiadu, and their police information is more well-informed and accurate.

How could he get what he wanted, and asked first: "Have you found the killer or Fatty Yin?"

Zhang Yu froze for a moment before shaking his head: "Not yet."

"So you're so happy because you didn't handle the case well?" Mei Qian stabbed.

"We police are human too. How can we be so fast in such a big city?" Zhang Yu smiled bitterly, and sighed, "Even if there is no clue for the time being, you can't always keep your face down, right?"

Mei Qian also knew that what the other party said was reasonable, but when he asked this question, he wanted to overwhelm Zhang Yu first.

Then he looked at the boxed lunch on the table: "It's too boring to stay in the room, can we go to the cafeteria to eat?" After a pause, he smiled again: "Anyway, they are all in your police station, and there are policemen all around. Would you be so bold as to enter the police station and kill someone?"

Zhang Yu hastily persuaded: "Currently, only some people know about the news that you live here. Even the police officers who live in the dormitory have been given a gag order. Not many people know which room you are in. So..." said At this point, he pretended to be helpless and spread his hands: "Every floor here is guarded by special personnel. Except for authorized people, you must apply for entry and exit. For safety, you'd better stay here for a few days."

"Oh!" Mei Qian nodded as if understanding, and suddenly asked: "Who do you think has problems among you?"

Zhang Yu looked at him in surprise, then grinned: "Don't talk nonsense, who can I suspect?"

"Hmph!" Mei Qian got the answer in his reaction, and sneered: "You are a policeman, you really have a dirty heart."

Zhang Yu sighed with a complicated expression: "You can guess the purpose so quickly, it shows that you are not clean as a book writer."

"Puff!" At this moment, Ning Chi, who had been watching the two confronting each other with great interest, suddenly couldn't help laughing out as the background board.

Mei Qian glanced at him indifferently, and after successfully shutting up the younger brother, she turned to Zhang Yu again, and chuckled again: "In your eyes, I am a tomb robber, so how can I be innocent?" The tone of the ironic words was light , without any fireworks.

Now Zhang Yu has completely lost the gloating that he had when he came in. He gave him an annoyed look and started to fiddle with his phone.

Then, the phone that Mei Qian had just turned on vibrated, and saw a screenshot of the conversation sent by the other party.

If it is said that when the news came out before, it was just the speculation of the folks, but the content of the conversation in Zhang Yu's screenshot is equivalent to a real hammer.

Artificial traces have indeed been found in the collapsed underground, and experts speculate that there may be ancient tombs underground.

"Great writer, how did you know that there is an ancient tomb underground." When Zhang Yu spoke, his eyes were on Mei Qian's face.

However, he was doomed to be disappointed, even though he had just seen the message from Maomao just now, under the blessing of Buddhist inner strength, he never showed any expression, so how could there be any change at this time?
"Is it an ancient tomb? What does it have to do with me? What do I know about ancient tombs? It's all made up, so it's a coincidence to ask."

"But your weaving is so amazing that you can even predict in advance the discovery of the ancient tomb on the subway line? I remember that they changed the route." Zhang Yu still stared at him.

"This is the most unreasonable thing. How could I know the direction of the route in advance?" Mei Qian said helplessly.

In fact, I was already complaining in my heart, yes, no matter how I changed my way, I couldn’t escape the fate of being blocked, and the world became more and more mysterious.

Zhang Yu was silent for a long time before uttering a sentence: "Although I think what you said is right, I always feel that this situation is very reasonable for you." Afterwards, his eyes swept to the Buddhist scriptures placed on the bed , smiled again: "Besides, I just saw a very miraculous thing. I meditated for several hours. It is simply inhuman. Your internal strength must be very powerful, Buddha?"

"Buddha?" Mei Qian frowned slightly upon hearing this word: "Who are you scolding? I'm not a thief."

Zhang Yu was stunned by his unreasonable questioning, and it took him a while to react.

It turns out that in Xiadu dialect, Buddha is not a good word, and it usually refers to pickpockets and thieves.The Buddha brushes together, which also means stealing and smoothing.

After thinking through this verse, Zhang Yu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. It was originally a habitual probing sentence, but he didn't expect it to become a derogatory term when he said it from the mouth of an old Xiadu man.

Not to mention that the other party was even familiar with slang.

"Misunderstanding, I just saw you sitting in meditation for such a long time, and you look like an eminent monk." He hurriedly explained.

"Do you really think I've been living in vain for the past few years? Besides, have you ever seen a monk like me?" Mei Qian pouted.

With a sneer on his face, he couldn't help thinking about the true meaning of the word "Buddha" when the other party said it.

He didn't think Zhang Yu was swearing, and it was even more impossible for him to make jokes just because he had read a few Buddhist scriptures and meditated.

Suddenly, he remembered the strange reaction of the other party when he saw him holding a Buddhist scripture two days ago.

This is wrong. Could it be that the police have new guesses about his identity?But what does it have to do with monks?
Just as he was about to ask around again, the phone in his pocket rang again.

I thought it was Maomao, but it turned out that it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello!" He could only pick it up first.

Unexpectedly, the voice coming from inside seemed to have passed through a voice changer, and the male and female could not be distinguished. It was extremely unpleasant: "Mr. Mei, hello."

Hearing this, Mei Qian's complexion changed, and he made a silent gesture to the other two, and turned on the speakerphone.

Then he asked bluntly, "Who are you?"

"I heard that Mr. Mei is looking for the person who installed the bomb. I have some clues here. I wonder if you are interested?" A chuckle came from the microphone.

Mei Qian took a look at Zhang Yu before answering: "I'm looking for this person, but you hide your head and show your tail, and you don't even reveal your voice. What is your purpose?"

Unexpectedly, the other party did not answer directly, but told the specific location of an abandoned warehouse, leaving only a puzzling sentence at the end: "A small gift for you, which is regarded as a greeting."

Then he hung up the phone and called back, but the phone on the other side had already been turned off.

It was Zhang Yu who reacted quickly, hurriedly called his colleague, sent the address, and arranged for the arrest first.

However, I didn't expect that just after the explanation here, a loud "bang" sound was heard in the distance, and even the windows and chandeliers of the dormitory trembled, followed by the harsh sirens of countless cars outside.

"This is an explosion, and it's powerful." Ning Chi's face changed drastically, and he opened the curtain a crack.

Several people looked out and saw a puff of black smoke rising in the distance.

For some reason, several people realized that something was wrong.

The call between Zhang Yu and his colleagues did not end, and he hurriedly asked where the explosion occurred.

After waiting anxiously for a few minutes, Zhang Yu finally got the feedback. After hearing this, Zhang Yu's expression became very ugly.

Taking back the phone, he gritted his teeth and said, "The one that exploded was the abandoned warehouse." Then he recorded the number he had just called with Mei Qian, and ran out in a hurry.

Mei Qian looked at the gunpowder smoke that hadn't cleared away in the distance, lost in thought...

　In order to adjust the work and rest, unless necessary, I will no longer code words in the second half of the night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)