Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

The ancient tomb site, washed by heavy rain, was in a mess, and the broken cordon fluttered in the wind like a torn bandage.

The mottled bloodstains, diluted by rainwater, meandered into strange lines. Under the collapsed eaves, half of the remains of a Han Dynasty pottery figurine lay obliquely in the mud, and its empty eye sockets seemed to still freeze the horror of the fight.

Gu Fanxing, sitting in the ambulance, was still shaking uncontrollably.

There were still scorch marks on her overalls from bullet grazes, and her right hand was clutching the deformed archaeological shovel, as if it was the only sense of security she could hold on to.

Ling Jiuer curled up beside her, her face still covered with dirt and tears.

"Xingxing... I really thought we were going to die just now..." Her voice was intermittent, and every word she said seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Suddenly, she grabbed Gu Fanxing's arm and said, "They must be antiquities dealers! They're here for the murals and bamboo slips!" She turned to look at the dilapidated entrance to the tomb and said, "Look at how badly it's been destroyed. They're here to steal the artifacts!"

Gu Fanxing opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Recalling the Scorpion's cold eyes and the gun pointed at her, she knew that things were not that simple, but in order not to increase Ling Jiuer's fear, she did not argue.

Ling Jiuer continued to mutter to herself: "It's all my fault. I should have thought of it earlier... If I had paid more attention to the movements around me..." Her voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into suppressed sobs.

Not far away, medical staff were running back and forth in the mud, and the blood dripping from the stretcher spread out into dark red flowers on the ground.

Pei Luonan looked at the two girls who had survived the disaster. They were still in such shock, their brows furrowed tightly into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

His left arm was wrapped in a makeshift bandage, but he was completely unaware.

The moment the explosion sounded, he rushed into the crumbling tomb like crazy, with only one thought in his mind: he must get Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer out safely.

The stinging pain of gravel scratching his cheek and the buzzing of his eardrums from the explosion were nothing compared to the moment his heart stopped when he saw Gu Fanxing lying in the dust.

"Boss Pei, the Night Owl Squad has disappeared south of the city."

Kong Haoyu approached with a tablet computer, the screen misting up in the rain. "They seem to be very familiar with the city's terrain and have shaken off our pursuit."

Pei Luonan's eyes instantly turned cold. When he was about ten meters away from Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer, he spoke: "Notify all the hidden agents. Even if they have to dig three feet underground, they must be found. Wang Xinyi always cuts the grass and root it out. We must not let them fall into her hands."

He paused, then added, "Keep an eye on Wang Xinyi's every move. She must be getting restless right now."

Thinking of the possible backup plan Wang Xinyi had, his nails almost dug into his palm, and the wound under the bandage started to bleed again.

At this time, medical staff came over and prepared to check Gu Fanxing's injuries.

But she shook her head slightly, her eyes looking towards the dilapidated entrance of the ancient tomb in the distance: "My archaeological diary... is still in the tomb..." Before she finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of falling tiles above her head. Everyone instinctively shrank their necks to avoid it, startled by a suppressed gasp.

"I'll have someone get it." Pei Luonan, who had returned to Gu Fanxing's side, immediately said, his voice unconsciously softening, "Let the doctor take a look first. Bullet grazes are no small matter."

He squatted down, looking at Gu Fanxing at eye level, and reached out to touch her shoulder, but stopped in mid-air - the wound under the bandage suddenly throbbed with pain, reminding him of his current miserable appearance, and he was even more afraid of scaring her.

The roar of the ambulance engine caused the ground to tremble slightly, just like the earthquake when a tomb collapsed.

Ling Jiuer grabbed Gu Fanxing's hand again, leaving a crescent-shaped mark on the back of her hand with her nails: "Xingxing, let's call the police! We can't let those antiquities dealers succeed!"

Her voice trembled as she looked at Pei Luonan, "Mr. Pei, you have a wide network of contacts. You must have a way to recover the cultural relics, right?" A glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes.

Gu Fanxing said weakly: "Jiuer... Mr. Pei has a wide network of contacts, let him handle it!" She didn't want Ling Jiuer to know that those "antiquities dealers" were coming for her, so as not to make her worry about her.

Pei Luonan looked at Ling Jiuer, opened his mouth, but remained silent in the end.

Now is not the time to explain the truth, it will only increase fear.

He took out his cell phone and quickly dialed Du Fei's number.

"Du Fei, I'll give you a chance to show off." His tone was a little playful. "Your little Jiu'er is frightened and needs comfort."

Without waiting for the other party to respond, he hung up the phone and sent the location.

Thinking of how Du Fei usually felt uneasy in front of Ling Jiuer, he couldn't help but raise a wicked smile.

Twenty minutes later, there was a sharp sound of brakes on the gravel road.

Du Fei almost broke open the car door and rushed out. His hair was soaked by rain and sweat and stuck to his forehead. His leather shoes were stuck in the mud and he looked a little disheveled.

Du Fei's heart suddenly tightened when he saw the curled-up figure beside the ambulance from afar.

Her thin back rose and fell slightly, and every tremor was like a needle piercing his heart. His throat suddenly tightened, and rain mixed with sweat slid into his collar, but he was completely unaware.

"Jiuer!" His voice was hoarser than expected, and it was particularly abrupt in the quiet rainy night.

The moment the voice came out of his mouth, he realized his loss of composure and subconsciously rubbed his hands on the crotch of his pants.

The moment Ling Jiuer raised her head, Du Fei's breathing stopped.

There were traces of tears mixed with mud on her face, and there was still panic in her eyes, but when she saw who was coming, she suddenly staggered to her feet, stumbled into Du Fei's arms, and her tears instantly soaked his shirt.

Du Fei froze in place, his hands hanging in the air, at a loss.

Feeling the body in his arms tremble violently, he finally hugged her carefully, his palms against her back, and he could clearly feel her panicked heartbeat. His fingertips touched the scrape on the back of her neck, and his blood instantly froze.

"Du Fei... those antiquities dealers are so scary..." Ling Jiuer choked up, "They have guns and even blew up the ancient tomb... Our research..."

Her words were intermittent, but Du Fei was completely confused.

He patted her back gently and asked in a low voice: "What antiquities dealer? What happened?"

Ling Jiuer raised her tearful face and pointed at the dilapidated ancient tomb: "It was them! They wanted to steal the cultural relics and almost killed us!"

Du Fei looked at the devastated scene and hugged Ling Jiuer tightly: "It's okay, it's all over. I'll take you away from here."

Pei Luonan looked at this scene with satisfaction and stood up: "Since someone is taking care of us, let's go back first. Fanxing, your log has been taken out, don't worry."

When he turned around, his eyes swept over Du Fei's tense back, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth - this man who was always at a loss in front of Ling Jiuer, now seemed like a steady mountain.

Du Fei helped Ling Jiuer walk towards his car, and every step seemed to be measuring the weight of surviving the disaster.

On the way back, Gu Fanxing finally felt a little safer. But when she closed her eyes, she could still see the image of Duxie holding the gun.

Feeling her trembling, Pei Luonan gently held her hand: "Sleep for a while, I'll call you when we get there."

At this moment in Du Fei's car, Ling Jiuer had fallen asleep from crying herself to exhaustion.

He looked at the mud-stained face and realized for the first time so clearly: some protection is so firm and has long been engraved in the bones.

As the night deepened, the city gradually became quiet.

Pei Luonan's office was brightly lit. He stared at the electronic map on the wall, which was densely marked with the possible hiding places of the Night Owl Squad.

Kong Haoyu's message suddenly rang out: "Boss Pei, suspicious traces were found in the abandoned warehouse in the south of the city."

Pei Luonan's eyes were stern. He would never let Wang Xinyi succeed. This battle was far from over...