Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 333 Target No.
The moon was perfectly round, set against the azure night sky. Colorful lights, in all their hues, mingled together in a chaotic display.

Suddenly, there were more customers on the first floor, scattered in twos and threes.

There was a woman holding a candied hawthorn, and a burly man with a thick beard. There was a girl in a cotton skirt, and a man in a plaid suit.

At first glance, they seem to be doing their own thing and are complete strangers, but under the high-definition cameras, everyone's expressions and actions are laid bare.

Everyone was watching the man in the hoodie who had once climbed onto the railing outside the amusement park and blew bubbles down.

The man staggered out of the mall. He took out his phone, glanced at it, and nodded slightly.

Suddenly, everyone sped up. Some got into cars, some crossed the street, and some went into the KFC.

Yan Wenjing and the two captains looked at each other: Aren't these the same people that Lin Sicheng had pointed out one by one before?

Not one missing...

The man in the hoodie didn't move; he stood at the door and lit a cigarette.

After smoking about half a cigarette, seven or eight more people came out.

This time, the group was quite complete, with four bodyguards and the three siblings, including Ren Danhua.

Without pausing, Ren Danhua simply exchanged a glance with the man in the hoodie before walking down the steps.

Two bodyguards got into the Mercedes, Yu Jiyao and Yu Jichuan got into the BMW, and the remaining two accompanied Ren Danhua into KFC.

Inside the command vehicle, Yan Wenjing clenched his fist: What is this woman doing in KFC instead of driving?
Surely I can't actually be hungry?

As she pondered this, Ren Danhua headed straight for the bar. Fortunately, this spot was within the mall's surveillance camera range, so she could see everything clearly.

At one side of the bar, Lin Sicheng, with his back to Ren Danhua, kept tapping on his phone.

The sound of slurping cola through a straw was clearly transmitted into the device, accompanied by the roar of a car engine.

What are they doing, playing games?
Looking closer, the two were less than two meters apart. Ren Danhua turned around and stretched out her hand; she could reach Lin Sicheng's shoulder.

Yan Wenjing silently prayed in his heart: Please don't turn back, please don't turn back.

Lin Sicheng certainly wouldn't turn back, but Yan Wenjing was afraid of Ren Danhua.

But what I feared most came true: "Ding!" The microwave beeped, and the waiter took out a golden, glistening chicken leg: "Guests at table number three, your meal is ready."

Lin Sicheng glanced at the table card, somewhat impatiently: "Wait a bit, it'll be ready soon!"

He spoke Cantonese so fast and urgently, and in such fluent Cantonese, that the waiter couldn't understand a word: "Speaking gibberish again?"

Seeing her blank expression, Ren Danhua translated for her: "He asked you to wait a moment!"

As she spoke, she turned around: her back was to him, so he couldn't see her face, but he was a man dressed in jeans.

He had short hair, dark skin, and a slightly deep voice; he was probably in his thirties.

Holding the phone in both hands, like a Samsung business phone, the screen showed several cars speeding wildly through the city.

He kept tapping the screen with both hands, muttering to himself, "Hurry up, are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

It seems to be a Korean racing game that's very popular in China. Ren Danhua saw her older sister's child playing it, and she also saw Yu Jiyao playing it.

But that was played on a computer or a mobile phone; this was the first time Ren Danhua had ever seen it.

Moreover, his skills are superb, much better than the eldest sister's child and Yu Jiyao.

Out of curiosity, Ren Danhua took a few more glances.

Inside the command vehicle, Yan Wenjing's eyes bulged as he stared intently at the screen: "Teacher Lin, Teacher Lin, how can you not be worried at all?"

He felt that Ren Danhua would recognize Lin Sicheng in the next second.

But Lin Sicheng remained unmoved, tapping his finger even faster and speeding up the car.

Just then, the waiter brought a bag out of the kitchen: "Madam, your things are ready!"

"it is good!"

Ren Danhua turned around and picked up the paper bag.

Then, he walked past Lin Sicheng.

The aisle was so narrow that when they passed each other, Ren Danhua's trench coat brushed against the hem of Lin Sicheng's jacket.

With a "sizzle," a spark flashed in the air.

In an instant, Yan Wenjing's heart clenched and leaped into his throat: It's over?

Fortunately, Ren Danhua only paused slightly, tightened the front of her trench coat, and walked towards the front door of KFC.

Lin Sicheng was still playing the game, not even moving his fingers.

With a "whoosh," a blur flashed across the phone screen, followed by a few more fireworks exploding.

A race car crossed the finish line, winning first place.

"Absolutely stunning!"

Lin Sicheng clenched his fist, then got up, still feeling unsatisfied, and went to the bar to get a roasted chicken leg.

Hearing the sound, Ren Danhua subconsciously turned around to glance back. Just then, Lin Sicheng had already turned around.

Yan Wenjing and the two captains looked at each other: How did they manage to seize the opportunity so perfectly?
When Ren Danhua arrived, Lin Sicheng had his back to her. When Ren Danhua left, was Lin Sicheng still facing away from her?
The key is their mental fortitude; it seems even better than that of professionally trained special agents.

Surprised and confused, Ren Danhua left the restaurant, while Lin Sicheng returned to his seat with the roast chicken.

A clicking sound came from the receiver, as if Lin Sicheng had tapped the earpiece on the temple of his glasses: "Captain Yan, don't worry, it was a close call!"

Lin Sicheng was indeed very confident, but he wasn't so confident that he thought there wouldn't be any surprises: if he had guessed that Ren Danhua would join KFC, he definitely wouldn't have joined.

But accidents can happen anywhere, and he's not a god...

"Crunch, crunch..." After chewing a couple of bites of chicken leg, Lin Sicheng glanced outside again. "Look, that woman is coming out!"

Yan Wenjing looked up and stared at the Camry in the surveillance footage: the back door was pushed open, and a woman with an ordinary appearance wearing a wool coat got out.

Zooming in: He is about 1.6 meters tall, slightly overweight, with single eyelids, small eyes, and a flat nose; his appearance is unremarkable.

Perhaps she had caught a chill, for the woman coughed a few times. With each cough, her waist slumped downwards, her head bobbed, and stray hairs fluttered across her forehead.

Above the right eyebrow, there is a mole the size of a sesame seed...

Yan Wenjing didn't know what to say: The height was right, and the facial features were right, including the mole above the corner of the eyebrow.

But Lin Sicheng only saw it once in Panjiayuan, so why can he remember it so clearly?
Even more bizarrely, how did he know that the woman had asthma?

Did Ren Danhua tell him that?
Don't be ridiculous: the whole thing was wiretapped, and Ren Danhua never mentioned this woman at all...

The command vehicle had a clear view, but no sound could be heard. All that could be seen was Ren Danhua continuously stroking the woman's back.

The woman took a couple of breaths, took the bag, said a few words to Ren Danhua, and then got back into the Camry.

Ren Danhua also returned to the Mercedes-Benz that was not far away.

Then, the crowd at the mall entrance suddenly disappeared, and cars started moving one after another: one, two, three... a total of seven cars of various sizes.

Yan Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief, a look of joy appearing on his face.

We've been saying we can't find any clues, no clues at all. See, isn't there a clue?

With so many cars and so many people, how could you still capture such clear footage?
This woman, in particular, is definitely no less powerful than Ma Shan within the gang…

Suppressing his excitement, he arranged for a special agent to pick up Lin Sicheng in an ordinary taxi in front of KFC.

After circling the mall twice to make sure there were no tails, the taxi drove into the Qinghai Building.

Lin Sicheng entered the command vehicle, took off his hat, and removed his jacket.

Yan Wenjing and the two captains stared intently at him: a large patch of hair was missing from his temples, clearly shaved in the bathroom.

The eyebrows are not as slanted as before, the eyeliner has been pressed down, and there are a few faint lines at the corners of the eyes.

His face was covered in something, making it look somewhat dark and dry. It looked like he had something in his mouth, but it wasn't just his cheeks that were changed; his entire face seemed to have become larger.

Also, her figure: she is noticeably taller and wider than before.

Every part is extremely subtle, but when put together, it feels like a completely different person: much older and much stronger.

Upon closer inspection, it's clear that glue was applied to the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, including the wrinkles at the outer corners of the eyes. There's also some kind of face paint, but it's not shiny; it looks very natural.

The jacket was very fitted, and Lin Sicheng had padded his shoulders and deliberately spread his arms out, making him look much stronger.

If it's someone you know, and they keep staring, they can still recognize Lin Sicheng. In comparison, his makeup artist is somewhat inferior to those in the Special Operations Unit.

The problem is that the team's makeup artists spend several hours doing makeup, requiring a lot of paint, props, and tools, and it involves several people working together.

Lin Sicheng only took a few minutes?

Yan Wenjing was increasingly amazed as she looked at it: "Teacher Lin, how did you do that?"

"Fish bladders lift eyebrows, pine soot and donkey blood are applied to the face, poplar wood is used to fill cheeks, and wax pills are used to change voice..."

As he spoke, with a "plop," Lin Sicheng puffed out his cheeks and spat out two small wooden blocks, "A little trick from the *Taibai Yin Jing* and the *Hu Qian Jing*..."

You call this a petty trick?
The group marveled, but what surprised them even more was that Lin Sicheng could see through the special agents' methods with just a casual glance.

"Look at their hands, look at their face, look at their skin..."

Lin Sicheng pointed to the baseball: "This guy likes playing with guns!"

He took off his glasses again, "This guy types on the keyboard all day..."

As he spoke, he pointed to the denim jacket: "This guy's good at martial arts; you can tell from the way he walks, he's a trained fighter..."

"The key is, the wheat!"

"A normal person's glasses temples won't shake, their hat brim won't shake, and their collar won't flutter..."

The three of them looked at each other: It was just a fleeting moment when they passed each other?

How discerning must Lin Sicheng be?

"What about the eyeliner?"

"This is even simpler: tomb raiders who frequently go down into pits experience necrosis of the capillaries in their faces due to prolonged exposure to oxygen-deprived environments..." Lin Sicheng pointed to his cheekbones and eye sockets, "This area will turn grayish, and this area will turn bluish..."

"Most tombs contain small amounts of hydrogen sulfide and phosphine gas. While these won't cause poisoning, prolonged exposure can lead to corrosive ulceration on the sides of the nose, leaving dark spots even after healing..."

"The most crucial point is the hands: long-term exposure to acidic substances will blur the palm lines... long-term digging with bare hands will cause the nails to become spoon-shaped and concave... long-term exposure to mercury vapor will cause scaly keratosis of the skin on the back of the hands..."

Yan Wenjing's lips twitched: "He specializes in handling cultural relic cases, yet he doesn't know these characteristics."

Suddenly, he remembered something else: "What about those cars?"

Lin Sicheng paused for a moment: This really isn't about the eyes, but about the nose.

Including the guy in the hoodie, the girl in the plaid suit, and the girl in the hat and cotton skirt.

All four of them, like Ren Danhua, had the same smell of Chinese medicine on them.

More importantly, that KFC also had a strong, pungent smell of Chinese medicine.

It was for this reason that Lin Sicheng entered the restaurant. Then he discovered that there were people in all three cars.

Perhaps to allow for better air circulation, the Camry's rear window was left slightly ajar, and every now and then, a cough or two could be heard.

Like the scraping of metal, like the muffled thunder in deep water, or like the hissing of a leaky wind.

Stubborn roar.

Lin Sicheng could even deduce that Ren Danhua's lateness was not due to a car accident on the way, as Yu Jiyao had claimed.

Rather, the woman was having an asthma attack.

Ren Danhua personally accompanied him to the hospital to get the medicine, and then went home to brew the medicine before rushing to the teahouse.

Why was that woman so late, and why did she carry Chinese medicine with her at all times?

Stubborn asthma can have acute attacks, and the Three Insect Decoction is an effective and potent remedy for these symptoms. This medicine has a unique characteristic: it needs to be taken every two hours.

That is, the bag that Ren Danhua took with her when she left.

The illness struck suddenly and unexpectedly, requiring many details to be rearranged. Sitting in a car with a woman reeking of medicine, I needed to ask questions and listen carefully; it wouldn't be a short time.

That's why those eyeliners smell of medicine.

When you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you.
After searching high and low without finding it, suddenly a road appears before the cliff?
Whether it was luck or something else, at least the result was good.

With so many cars and so many people, Lin Sicheng refused to believe that they couldn't dig out some clues.
"I saw that number in a text message on Ren Danhua's phone. The message was very short, just four words: We've arrived."

There were no titles or honorifics used, so even if he wasn't that woman, he was still one of her confidants.

“Also, that woman’s illness has a deep-seated root cause, probably from many years ago. Ordinary traditional Chinese medicine can’t cure it; in fact, it might have the opposite effect. But she dared to run around as soon as she had an attack, so it seems the medicine is very effective…” After a slight pause, Lin Sicheng thought for a moment: “Captain Yan, check these hospitals: China-Japan Friendship Hospital, Chao Enxiang; University of Chinese Medicine Hospital, Wu Weiping; Chongwenmen Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Chen Yinkui…”

"Besides the herbal decoction, that bag also contained Sanfu Tie (a traditional Chinese medicine patch for hot weather) applied to acupoints. Crucially, the dosage was extremely high; it was a formula that used poison to fight poison. Therefore, his attending physicians couldn't escape these three..."

"Whether it's Chao Enxiang, Wu Weiping, or Chen Yinkui, they are all renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. They are also the chief experts of traditional Chinese medicine in the respiratory departments of various hospitals and academic leaders in respiratory diseases, and are scholars who receive special allowances from the State Council."

A specialist appointment with such a renowned doctor can cost tens of thousands of yuan. Yet her illness progressed so rapidly, and she was treated so quickly. Therefore, regardless of which of her attending physicians was involved, they must be quite familiar with each other. Perhaps they had even been treating her for seven or eight years, or even more than ten years…”

"Therefore, it is unlikely that she used a fake name. Even if she did, her illness is so severe and difficult to treat that in order to make an accurate diagnosis and prescribe medication, the doctor would have to look at her medical records and prescriptions from a long time ago, and more importantly, understand the cause of her illness. By following the clues, the doctor could find out the truth with just one investigation."

"There's another point: Ren Danhua is from Tangshan, as are Yu Jichuan and Yu Jiyao. And the leftover goods they're dealing with all come from tombs in Hebei province?"

Secondly, long-term tomb-raiding gangs tend to have relatively stable internal structures and a high degree of trust, making it highly likely that members are related or even related, like the siblings Ren Danhua and Yu Jichuan. Therefore, I suspect there's a strong possibility this woman is also from Hebei.”

Lin Sicheng began to explain, leaving Yan Wenjing and the two team leaders stunned.

They finally understood why Lin Sicheng had gone into that KFC despite knowing it might expose him.

If he hadn't gone, he wouldn't have been able to find those three cars, wouldn't have been able to find the woman sitting in the car, and wouldn't have been able to wait for Ren Danhua to go get the medicine.

Seeing the medicine and the Sanfu Patch, he deduced that the woman's illness had a deep-seated root cause, which allowed him to deduce the range of doctors who could treat her.

But the problem is, this is traditional Chinese medicine, not cultural relics, much less archaeology.

"I've already looked into it a little, don't worry about it... Captain Yan, hurry up, I estimate we can only delay it for three to five days at most!"

Lin Sicheng sighed, "Because the time we had arranged was just when the woman fell ill, she still came even though she wasn't fully recovered."

"Since I didn't see her today and mentioned it to her, she won't be too anxious. At most, she'll have Ren Danhua explain to me over the phone. But I estimate it will only be three days, five days at most..."

Five days is enough.

Like Ma Shan, the reason he's so difficult to investigate is because there's so little information available. The key point is that even now, we don't know his real name.

But now, by simply following Lin Sicheng's deduction and considering the woman's difficult-to-treat asthma, it would be easy to find out the woman's background.

Moreover, with so many subordinates exposed today, and such a large gang requiring so much management and operation, tracking people, vehicles, and phone calls will only uncover more.

Yan Wenjing felt as if the clouds had suddenly parted and the sky had cleared.

He nodded emphatically: Teacher Lin, don't worry!

Lin Sicheng smiled: Anyway, it's not your responsibility, so I have no worries.

Today's operation, though seemingly directed by Yan Wenjing, actually only served as a relay for information.

The people personally in command were the chief of the municipal bureau's general command center, Deputy Chief Sun, and Branch Chief Yu.

Even the leaders were not entirely at ease, fearing that Yan Wenjing might mislead them, so they specially sent two deputy captains from the Major Crimes Division and the Special Operations Division to oversee the situation.

Thankfully, nothing unexpected happened...

Looking at his watch, Lin Sicheng stood up: "It's getting late. To prevent that woman from making a surprise return and having someone keep watch outside the shop, I'd better head back early..."

Yan Wenjing was extremely reluctant to part with her. He was still thinking of asking Lin Sicheng to analyze the situation more thoroughly so that he could win her over as soon as possible.

But we definitely need to be careful.

Without daring to delay, he quickly sent people and arranged a car.

Watching the Mercedes disappear from the surveillance footage, the two captains exchanged a glance, then stared intently at Yan Wenjing.

Knowing what they wanted to ask, Yan Wenjing shook his head: "Don't look at me, this person wasn't invited by me!"

Nonsense, of course you didn't invite him, but if you hadn't been so careless, this guy wouldn't have gotten those stabs.

Without taking those cuts, Lin Sicheng wouldn't have worked so hard, and he wouldn't have found so many clues and breakthroughs in such a short time.

Think back to when Ma Shan was first captured, Yan Wenjing was like this: at a loss, frowning, working day and night, and losing clumps of hair.

But after this person arrived, the case progressed like a rocket, becoming clearer and clearer every day.

A bad cause has led to a good result; where can you find justice in that?
"How did he train to be like that?" The head of the serious crimes team pointed to his eyes. "His eyes are as venomous as lasers?"

Yan Wenjing thought for a moment: "According to him, the appraisal profession relies on eyesight..."

Isn't this nonsense? It's not like the headquarters hasn't invited appraisal experts and cultural relic experts to help with cases. They're fine with looking at antiques, but asking them to assess people or observe for clues is just making things difficult for them.
"They must have studied it, and systematically at that, and very comprehensively!" The special operations captain said, chin in hand. "Observation, psychology, disguise, reasoning..."

Not to mention observation, whether it's special agents or that woman's informants, he only needs a glance or two to observe them all.

Needless to say, his disguise was so convincing: after going to the toilet, it was as if he had a completely different mind.

Without a basic understanding of psychology, he couldn't defend himself against the relentless attacks from those two vixen-like women.

As for the reasoning: both captains have been police officers for half their lives, and they have worked their way up from the bottom step by step. Their professional competence is several levels higher than Yan Wenjing's.

They were 80% certain that Lin Sicheng's last mention of the three hospitals, the three renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctors, and even the direction of the investigation would likely hit the nail on the head.

Yan Wenjing sighed deeply: "Comparing yourself to others is just asking for trouble."

If he had Lin Sicheng's abilities, he would have become a full captain long ago. Why would he need to rely on connections?

Just as I was filled with envy, a "sizzle" came from the walkie-talkie: "0202, back to base!"

Is he the captain?
The three men stood at attention in unison: "Yes, sir!"

……

The speed was very fast; the command vehicle arrived at the headquarters in half an hour.

After the report was completed, Yan Wenjing, Captain Yu, and the two captains of the Major Crimes Division were all kicked out.

With so many clues, and so sudden, we need to track them down, investigate, and conduct interviews.

Anyway, none of them are going to get any sleep tonight.

The chief then summoned the special agents to the command room.

Baseball cap, denim jacket, female police officer on duty, the couple, and the middle-aged man with glasses.

"Old Han, send a signal!"

The special operations team leader, clutching the walkie-talkie, walked a little further away: "0101..."

It was indeed shaking, including the temples of glasses, the brim of hats, and the stand-up collar of denim jackets.

But it was extremely subtle, and only during a phone call. Therefore, Lin Sicheng didn't discover it based on that at all...

The captain looked around, then at the hand in the baseball cap: "Raise your hand!"

He lifted his hand, and there were indeed calluses, but when he looked at the surveillance footage on the screen, his hand was hanging down when the young man and Lin Sicheng walked towards him, and the calluses on his hand were not visible.

But even if someone has calluses, it doesn't necessarily mean they're using guns. More likely, they're using a Luoyang shovel...

How did Lin Sicheng discover it?
Deputy Squad Leader Sun smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, relax!"

But with all three top leaders present, such a major blunder still occurred today. How could he possibly relax as he pleases?

The special agents were even more on edge.

The captain, chin in hand, asked, "What did you eat for dinner? Where did you eat?"

The special agent hesitated for a moment: "Reporting to the leader, bottled water and bread!"

Yes, we ate in the special operations vehicle.

"What about noon?"

"Stir-fried dishes, rice, from the brigade's canteen."

What about Monday morning?

Monday, it's been five or six days already?
As he was recalling, the captain's face suddenly fell, and his voice was fast, urgent, and extremely loud: "Think carefully!"

The special agent's pupils contracted slightly, and although his expression remained unchanged, his right index finger curled up almost imperceptibly.

The two captains exchanged a glance: they understood. They had developed a conditioned reflex from handling guns; they would instinctively pull the trigger whenever they were nervous.

This was tricked out by Lin Sicheng's "dongji".

Then look at the office worker's hands. No need to look at this: it looks like there are several earthworms crawling in his wrist, indicating severe tenosynovitis.

"Old Han, after this is over, give me a few days off so the girl can have a good look at herself!"

"Yes!"

Further ahead, look at the middle-aged man wearing glasses.

No need to ask: He worked his way up from the anti-pickpocketing squad. Before joining the special operations team, he mostly disguised himself as a thief and caught pickpockets at train stations, shopping malls, and buses.

After doing this job for a long time, you inevitably develop some habits. When someone is watching you, your eyes will wander, and you'll look dishonest, like a thief.

Further down was the jacket. The two captains exchanged a glance: before joining the special operations team, this guy was the head of the special police brigade's Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) championship, and even had a ranking in the municipal bureau.

However, this was only within the internal circle; Lin Sicheng had never seen it, nor did he know about it.

He knew exactly why his superior had called them over. He straightened his jacket and stood at attention: "Reporting!"

"speak!"

“Teacher Lin has practiced martial arts, and he’s definitely a master. I’ve practiced Bajiquan and Xingyiquan; he could tell just by looking at my walking posture…”

Oops, how could I forget this?

If Lin Sicheng weren't a master, he couldn't possibly take on eighteen people.

The two team leaders nodded: "Good, you've worked hard today, go back and rest."

Huh, you didn't get scolded?
If special agents are exposed, regardless of who discovers them—whether it's a criminal suspect or a protected target—it's a major incident.

These individuals are already prepared to be criticized and punished.

But to my surprise, the leader actually praised me?

They saluted in unison, and several special agents filed out, the last one in a denim jacket closing the door behind them.

As soon as the person left, the special operations team leader stood at attention and said, "Sir, I apologize!"

What kind of self-criticism is this?
It wasn't that the special agents were unprofessional, but rather that Lin Sicheng was too extraordinary.

The captain didn't say anything, but opened the recording again, and the image kept zooming in.

First, there was the couple: the man had thick fingers with fleshy fingertips, and his nails were already embedded in the flesh.

The back of the woman's hand looked like it had scales.

And these two: the man in the hoodie has grayish cheekbones, and the man in the suit has bluish eye sockets.

And this girl in the cotton skirt, she doesn't look like a girl at all, she looks at least thirty: her makeup is very heavy, but you can still see that she has a lot of freckles on her nose...

Tsk, you really figured it out by observation?

However, according to the surveillance footage, Lin Sicheng only passed by these people once, and they only met briefly.

How come those eyes are so sharp?
Deputy Chief Sun, chin in hand, exclaimed, "Captain, this is a prodigy!"

Isn't that obvious?

The captain sighed, "Old Sun, don't even think about it!"

Having a good teacher might also lead to having a good father-in-law and mother-in-law. More importantly, his own abilities are top-notch.

Lin Sicheng must be out of his mind to work a job where he might not be able to go home for half a month or a month, with a meager salary and such high risks.

The captain thought for a moment: "It's a pity, he has to go back to Xi'an. If he were in Beijing, we could invite him over for advice!"

Deputy Sun nodded: That's what he thought too.

"A temporary request, a temporary secondment wouldn't be out of the question!"

The team leader remained silent: "Between provinces, the procedures are incredibly complicated. We need an opportunity, and even more so, leadership support."

His first thought was of Director Tang…

Just as I was pondering this, the walkie-talkie buzzed, and Captain Yu's voice came through.

Slightly trembling, yet tinged with excitement: "0101!"

The captain grabbed him: "Speak!"

"We've found out everything about that woman..."

Their eyelids twitched: Target number two?

(End of this chapter)