Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 400 - 71_6

Chapter 400: Chapter 71_6

The three confirmed locations: one is the mysterious seabed that the masked man and Zheng Haiyang’s parents had both visited.

One is Fengdu Ghost City.

The last one should be in the current highland area, near Linzhi.

Li Zhiyuan transcribed the content on the bamboo slips, as he was going to Beijing soon anyway, and could ask his grandparents in the family courtyard to help him analyze and confirm the locations.

In addition to the bamboo slips, Xue Liangliang had also brought a large number of professional books and various design plans and blueprints that could be packed in burlap sacks.

Li Zhiyuan couldn’t help feeling a bit moved inside; Brother Liangliang, in his impatience, still made the special effort to prepare all this for him, it wasn’t easy.

As it was just a trip by plane to Beijing for an exam before returning, and not for a long time, Li Sanjiang wasn’t worried. If he hadn’t known that Little Yuanhou had come back from Beijing, he would have even suggested to the school to prolong the interval between round-trip plane tickets to facilitate a paid trip.

Accompanied by Wu Xinhao and Mr. Yan, Li Zhiyuan arrived in Beijing and checked into the hotel selected by the competition committee.

The next morning, Li Zhiyuan got up early, though the exam actually started in the afternoon.

Wu Xinhao asked with concern, "Xiao Yuan, are you nervous?"

Li Zhiyuan shook his head and pulled out his breakfast voucher: "It’s time for breakfast."

In the dining room, there were many groups of students led by teachers, as well as some members of the competition committee.

The hotel thoughtfully prepared authentic Beijing-style fermented soybean drink, and many visitors from out of town went to get some to try.

Li Zhiyuan was drinking hot milk, watching Principal Wu and Mr. Yan in front of him pick up their bowls, take an expectant sip, and then watched them spit it back out.

Even so, Wu Xinhao and Mr. Yan did not jump to conclusions about the taste of the fermented soybean drink; they still suspected that perhaps they were not drinking it correctly.

They both took another sip, this time forcing it down, but the lingering taste made them both squint and their faces scrunch up.

Wu Xinhao couldn’t help but ask, "Xiao Yuan, is this fermented soybean drink really authentic?"

Li Zhiyuan nodded, "Authentic."

"Really? Xiao Yuan, don’t you want to try a sip?"

Li Zhiyuan shook his head: "No need to try. Seeing your expressions, I know it’s authentic."

Mr. Yan was puzzled, "But what’s good about it? I’d rather switch to teaching Chinese than drink this every morning."

Li Zhiyuan: "Actually, not many locals drink it either."

Wu Xinhao asked, "Then how does it still sell?"

Li Zhiyuan: "They sell it to tourists."

Wu Xinhao and Mr. Yan were momentarily at a loss for words.

At that moment, an old man surrounded by three people passed by, all wearing the competition committee’s badges.

The old man saw the boy, frowned, and then approached proactively: "Xiao Yuan?"

Li Zhiyuan stood up and looked at the old man: "Professor Zhu."

"You’re back in Beijing, or, what are you doing here?"

"I’m here for a competition."

"What competition?"

Li Zhiyuan pointed to the competition committee’s badge on the old man’s chest.

Professor Zhu understood and held his breath at the neck area for a long time before he finally exhaled, "Foolishness!"

Wu Xinhao and Mr. Yan also stood up, began to inquire about the other party’s identity, and handed out their business cards for self-introduction.

After Professor Zhu dealt with them briefly, he sat down on the chair next to him and said to Li Zhiyuan, "What have you been up to these past six months?"

"Going to school."

"At a high school?"

"Mhm."

Learning to fish for corpses.

Professor Zhu closed his eyes, suppressing his anger.

Because the old professor was sitting there, he attracted a lot of attention, and as people passed by, they would make a point to come over.

More and more prominent figures gathered, and Wu Xinhao and Mr. Yan were quietly squeezed to the next table.

Now sitting here, just his former professors alone, there were three, and there were also several seniors.

Upon learning that Li Zhiyuan was there to take the exam, one senior directly laughed and cursed, "Why even bother with the exam, just give him the award."

The seniors weren’t here for the exam but were part of the competition committee.

Professor Zhu finally calmed down and suggested, "Maybe you shouldn’t take it, let the competition committee give you an honorary award."

Li Zhiyuan looked at Principal Wu and Mr. Yan sitting at the next table; both nodded.

"No, I want to take the exam."

Professor Zhu was about to lose his temper when the two professors next to him restrained him, telling Li Zhiyuan, "Only this one time, only this time!"

Li Zhiyuan nodded, "Alright."

Following that, the professors began to persuade the boy to come back and continue his studies. Upon learning that the boy had been admitted to Haihe University, everyone looked puzzled and surprised.

In the end, it was Li Zhiyuan who modified Brother Liangliang’s "My Future is in the Great Southwest of the Motherland" script and explained it to them, and they could no longer persuade him.

The afternoon exam went smoothly, and after it was over, Li Zhiyuan had Wu Xinhao and Mr. Yan take him by taxi to the family courtyard.

Upon entering the family courtyard, the first thing they heard was the joyous voices of the elderly:

"Ah, Xiao Yuan, where have you been for the past half a year?"

"Isn’t that Xiao Yuan? Haha, I haven’t seen you for so long, you’ve grown taller."

Li Zhiyuan used to eat at many homes in the family courtyard and had a great relationship with the elderly, many of whom treated him as their own grandson.

But soon, another piece of news spread from the elders:

"Xiao Yuan, did you come back with your mother?"

"Of course, I saw his mother come back this morning."

Li Lan, she’s back?

Li Zhiyuan handed the transcribed content from the bamboo slips to a retired history professor surnamed Zhang, and left his current contact information. In the family courtyard, there were others specializing in Old Chinese and geography, and Li Zhiyuan believed that Grandpa Zhang would call his friends.

After completing his purpose for visiting the family courtyard today, Li Zhiyuan asked Wu Xinhao to leave with him. He didn’t want to see Li Lan, and he believed Li Lan wouldn’t want to see him either.

But the boy was mistaken.

As soon as they stepped out of Grandpa Zhang’s house, they saw Li Lan in a brown trench coat standing there.

Next to her, stood many family courtyard elders with loving smiles.

Li Lan gently brushed her hair aside, with a warm and amiable smile, bent down to the boy and opened her arms:

"Son, come to mommy, mommy missed you."

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