I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

After careful planning and preparation, Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan decided to infiltrate the "Shadow Ink" organization. They disguised themselves as a pair of collectors interested in the "Shadow Ink" organization and participated in an antique auction held by the "Shadow Ink" organization.

The auction was held in a luxurious hotel banquet hall, decorated with exquisite artwork and antiques, and the lighting was soft and luxurious. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan were dressed in formal attire, their eyes alert and sharp, observing everyone around them.

They noticed that some of the antiques sold at auction were clearly illegally acquired, with questionable provenance and history, and they began documenting each suspicious antique, along with its buyers and sellers.

During the auction, Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan took the opportunity to approach some members of the "Shadow Ink" organization. They used their wisdom and charm to talk to these members and try to get more information from them.

At the auction, Mr. Chen took the opportunity to introduce Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan to the "Shadow Ink" organization, portraying them as long-term collectors of cultural relics living abroad. He gradually gained the trust of the "Shadow Ink" members. They were invited to a private party at a secluded villa, a key base of the "Shadow Ink" organization.

In the villa, Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan saw more illegal cultural relics, as well as some documents and records related to the "Shadow Ink" organization. They carefully collected these evidences while remaining vigilant to avoid arousing the suspicion of the "Shadow Ink" organization.

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan stood on a winding mountain road, before them a luxurious villa nestled amidst dense trees. As night fell, the stars were sparse, and only a faint glow shone through the villa's windows, like will-o'-the-wisp fires deep in the forest. They knew this gathering was a key base for the Shadow Ink organization and a prime opportunity to gather evidence.

Zhang Wanqing, dressed in an elegant evening gown with her long hair tied up, looked both noble and mysterious. Fu Siyuan, dressed in a dark suit, had a sharp gaze, like a cheetah ready to pounce. In each hand, they held a small, high-tech device they used to gather evidence.

"Remember, our goal is to collect evidence. Don't act rashly." Fu Siyuan reminded Zhang Wanqing in a low voice.

Zhang Wanqing nodded, her eyes firm. "I know we can't let them discover our true purpose."

They slowly walked towards the gate of the villa. After checking their invitation, the guard let them in. The interior of the villa was luxuriously decorated, with crystal chandeliers emitting soft light and priceless paintings hanging on the walls, each of which could have been illegally obtained.

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan mixed in with the guests, their eyes wandering among the crowd, looking for possible clues. They noticed that some guests mentioned the names and prices of some antiques from time to time in their conversations, which was very important to them.

Zhang Wanqing discreetly hid a tiny camera in her hair, which could record high-definition video and capture every detail of the gathering. Fu Siyuan, on the other hand, hid a bug in his sleeve, which could pick up faint conversations.

They began to walk around the villa, and Zhang Wanqing used her identity as a reporter to talk to the guests, trying to get more information from them. Each of her questions seemed casual, but in fact they were carefully designed to lead the other party to reveal more secrets about the "Shadow Ink" organization.

Fu Siyuan searched every corner of the villa for possible documents and records. His sharp eyes left no stone unturned, scanning every corner for any potential evidence. He discovered a study whose shelves were filled with ancient books and documents, which he carefully leafed through, hoping to find some useful clues.

In a hidden drawer in the study, Fu Siyuan found a document that recorded some illegal transactions of the "Shadow Ink" organization. His heart beat faster, knowing that this document would be the key evidence for them to expose the "Shadow Ink" organization.

He quickly took a photo of the document and put the original back where it came from. He knew they couldn't let the Shadow Ink organization know they had found the document.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wanqing accidentally learned an important piece of information while talking to a seemingly ordinary guest, who, after getting drunk, revealed that he would conduct an antique transaction with a high-ranking member of the "Shadow Ink" organization after the party.

Zhang Wanqing's heart skipped a beat; she knew this was a perfect opportunity. She carefully steered the conversation, trying to learn more about the details of the deal.

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan met in a corner of the villa and exchanged their findings. They decided to follow the guest after the party to find out the transaction location of the "Shadow Ink" organization.

"We must be careful, this transaction may be closely protected by the 'Shadow Ink' organization." Fu Siyuan whispered.

Zhang Wanqing nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. "We can't let them succeed. This deal will be our best chance to expose the crimes of the Shadow Ink organization."

They continued to gather information at the gathering while remaining vigilant so as not to arouse the suspicion of the Shadow Ink organization.

As the party ended and the guests began to leave, Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan followed the guest, carefully following him while keeping a distance to avoid being discovered.

The guest drove out of the villa, and Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan followed closely behind. They knew that this pursuit would be a dangerous game, but they were prepared.

Their car drove through the night, eventually arriving at an abandoned warehouse. The doors were closed, and silence reigned. Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan knew this was the Shadow Ink organization's trading location.

They approached the warehouse cautiously, ready to expose the crimes of the "Shadow Ink" organization.

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan hid in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse, their eyes sharp as eagles, fixed on the warehouse door. The night breeze, carrying the salty smell of the sea, blended with the distant sound of waves crashing on the shore, adding a touch of unease to the tense night.

Zhang Wanqing adjusted the tiny camera in her hand, ensuring it would clearly capture everything that was about to happen. Her heartbeat was pounding rapidly and rhythmically in her chest, but her face remained calm. Fu Siyuan held her hand tightly, his palm warm and firm, offering her a sense of comfort.

"Are you ready?" he whispered.

Zhang Wanqing nodded, her voice firm and powerful: "We must expose the crimes of the 'Shadow Ink' organization."

They approached the warehouse cautiously, each step treading on gravel and rubble, trying not to make any noise. The warehouse door was closed, but a small window next to it was slightly open, letting in a faint light. Fu Siyuan gently pushed the window open, and they slipped into the warehouse interior as silently as ghosts.

The warehouse was empty and dim, lit only by a few dim bulbs hanging from the ceiling, casting a dappled light. Their eyes quickly scanned the warehouse, noticing several boxes filled with antiques and artifacts stacked in a corner. These artifacts were clearly ill-gotten gains, and each one likely held the weight of history.

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan began searching the warehouse, their movements light and swift, like ghosts in the night. Their goal was to find the secret laboratory of the "Shadow Ink" organization, where more secrets about the Mohist School might be hidden.

In a corner of the warehouse, they found a hidden door. Behind the door was a staircase leading down to a vast basement. The walls of the basement were covered with various instruments and equipment, and in the center was a huge laboratory table, upon which were displayed some strange devices and artifacts they had never seen before.

Zhang Wanqing's heartbeat quickened. She could sense the immense power within these artifacts. Cautiously, she approached the lab table and began recording every detail. Fu Siyuan searched the lab for possible documents and records, his sharp gaze fervently scanning every possible spot for clues.