Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 177 She is Huo Ling
Wu Xiaoxie ignored him, took out his laptop from the cabinet, connected it to the internet, logged into the website of the courier company that the delivery guy had sent him, entered the tracking number to check, and the page took a long time to load before an interface popped up. He quickly scrolled to the shipping information section, and this time it wasn't blank.

"Golmud?" Wu Xiaoxie murmured, wondering, "Where is this place?"
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The next day, Wu Sansheng, unable to stay in the hospital any longer, insisted on being discharged, so Wu Xiaoxie booked a room for him next to her own in the hotel.

I stayed up all night researching last night, and now I'm so sleepy my eyelids are drooping. I'll just turn off the computer and go to sleep.

When he was woken up by his third uncle's phone call, he saw that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Upon receiving the call, Wu Sansheng said directly, "Come to my room quickly and bring those two videotapes. I already have the VCR, and your friend is here with me."

He hung up the phone right after saying that, decisively and cleanly.

Wu Xiaoxie was stunned at first, but then his mind cleared up immediately. He quickly washed his face and then, holding the box, knocked on the door next door.

Zhang Wuxun opened the door.

"So fast? There's fried rice on the table, have something to eat." Zhang Wuxun let him in, took the box, and closed the door.

Uncle San's helper quickly installed the VCR, connected it to the television in the room, checked the wiring and found no problems, then said, "Alright, Uncle San, you can play it now."

Wu Sansheng chain-smoked, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. The room was filled with smoke, and Zhang Wuxun, annoyed by the smog, stood by the slightly ajar window.

Upon hearing this, Wu Sansheng came to his senses and said to Zhang Wuxun, "Brother Xiaoyu, put the tape on."

Zhang Wuxun's eyelids twitched. Under Wu Xiaoxie's suppressed laughter, he calmly walked to the TV, turned it on, and casually picked out a dish to put in.

The old-fashioned video recorder started with a humming sound, and the tape inside began to spin with a click-clack.

The group stared at the flashing static on the screen, all looking somewhat tense.

A dozen seconds later, a black and white image appeared on the TV screen. It was very blurry, and the image kept shaking, as if the person filming was adjusting their position.

After a while, the scene suddenly shifted upwards and became clear instantly. The group first saw a wooden floor, and then a gray window. It must have been daytime outside, as light was coming in through the window.

The camera position wasn't great; it was backlit, and all you could see was an old writing desk directly below the window. Against the wall on the desk was a green, half-bowl-shaped lampshade, the kind you see in old movies. The bulb was probably lit, and you could see a little yellow light.

The desktop was cluttered with files and other items, and the pen next to it was capped. A notebook lay open on the table, but the photo quality was too poor to make out its contents.

The group looked at each other, somewhat confused about what the scene was trying to convey.

Wu Xiaoxie guessed, "Could this be Xiao Ge's home? Is he trying to tell us that he's doing pretty well these days?"

Zhang Wuxun shook his head, "It shouldn't be, Brother wouldn't be that bored."

Wu Sansheng also said, "Let's keep watching and see what happens next."

The following images remained static, and staring at the screen for so long made my eyes feel strained.

The waiter next to him couldn't help but yawn and suggested, "Third Master, why don't we hurry in?"

Wu Sansheng waited for another ten seconds or so, but the image remained unchanged, before saying, "Go and adjust it."

The guy squatted down in front of the video camera and fiddled with it for a bit, then the picture started to fast forward.

Suddenly, a dark figure leaped out and flashed past.

The guy was squatting next to the TV when he was so startled he fell on his backside. "Back up, back up quickly, slow down!" Wu Sansheng said urgently.

The man quickly got up from the ground and reversed the machine to slow it down.

It turned out that a woman with a ponytail came in through the door and passed by the screen at lightning speed.

Wu Sansheng seemed to recognize the person, and pressed his face almost against the screen.

Wu Xiaoxie quickly beckoned Zhang Wuxun to join them.

All four of them were sticking their butts out, craning their necks and staring wide-eyed. Wu Sansheng even looked like he wanted to crawl into the screen to get a better look.

"What's wrong?" Wu Xiaoxie asked softly, noticing his strange expression. "Third Uncle, do you know the people inside?"

Wu Sansheng waved his hand, his expression grave, signaling him not to speak.

A few minutes later, the screen started flickering again, making people dizzy.

Wu Sansheng couldn't stand being hunched over for so long. Just as he was about to straighten up, a large face suddenly popped up on the screen. It was very close, expressionless, with two dark eyes staring straight ahead, as if it were looking directly at the group through the screen.

The sudden attack made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

Wu Sansheng was stunned at first, then looked horrified. He shouted and swung his arm violently, almost knocking over the TV. He then reacted by taking several steps back, tripping on a bench and falling backward.

Zhang Wuxun quickly caught up with him and helped him sit on the edge of the bed to calm down.

Wu Sansheng's hands were resting on his knees, trembling slightly. He cursed and clenched his fists tightly before he felt a little better.

"Damn it, it really was her," Wu Sansheng cursed under his breath.

Wu Xiaoxie was so startled by his sudden outburst that he didn't even have time to see what the person on the screen looked like. He quickly ran over and patted his third uncle's back to help him catch his breath. He didn't dare to ask any questions, for fear of upsetting the old man again.

Wu Sansheng paused for a moment before speaking, "Nephew, take a close look at that woman on TV, doesn't she look familiar?"

look familiar?

Wu Xiaoxie was a little confused. Did his third uncle mean that he had seen this woman before?
Zhang Wuxun reminded him, "That photo the archaeological team took in the Xisha Islands twenty years ago."

Wu Xiaoxie was taken aback and quickly took out the photo from his inner pocket. Upon comparison, he found that the woman in the photo looked at least seven or eight parts similar to the woman on the screen.

Although the photos and videos were somewhat distorted due to their age, Wu Xiaoxie was certain that the woman was the one in the photos.

“She…she is…” Wu Xiaoxie opened his mouth, somewhat incredulous.

"Huo Ling, it's Huo Ling."

Wu Sansheng finished speaking for him.

"Third Uncle, didn't you say that Huo Ling disappeared from the underwater tomb back then? Then how did she end up here? No, no, this video is from many years ago, so it doesn't prove anything. The problem is, how did you get Huo Ling's videotape?"

Wu Xiaoxie was somewhat flustered. His mind was full of questions. The clues that he thought he had sorted out had become messy again because of Huo Ling's appearance.

Wu Sansheng remained silent, staring intently at the television screen as if trying to bore a hole through it, his face ashen.

(End of this chapter)