Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 409 - 74 (End of this volume)_2

Chapter 409: Chapter 74 (End of this volume)_2

It was precisely because something was missing that Li Zhiyuan had to resort to the most foolish way and painstakingly crack the code.

The book itself was a mechanism kaleidoscope, and once deciphered, it contained techniques of mechanisms and space—skills that the ancestors of the Qi family relied on for survival. Even within the clan, it had to be kept confidential and could only be passed on in a limited manner. This was because it involved an unknown number of tomb secrets, and if leaked, it would surely incur the wrath of ancient rulers.

The book was a good one, but for Li Zhiyuan now, it was a bit of a burden. His field of expertise was hydraulic engineering, and he did not need to design any "security" or "anti-theft" measures, as there were troops near large-scale water projects.

Compared to the fear of tomb robber gangs in ancient times, one now needed to be wary of missiles from the sky.

Even though it was a burden now, it would certainly be useful in the future. The old professors in the family compound helped him decipher the coordinates on the bamboo slips. Although three were still ambiguous, the general locations were confirmed.

From the Northeast to Yunnan and Guizhou, from grasslands to deserts, from the great mountains to the lake of a thousand islands, from basins to plateaus, and even in rivers and seas.

The vast span of geographical coordinates left Li Zhiyuan staring at the map in disbelief. A man with a mask from the Spring and Autumn period had still carried this bamboo slip even as a corpse, which certainly meant it held a secret.

Moreover, among the coordinates on the bamboo slips, one coincidentally matched the "Ji’an 572 Civil Defense Project Investigation Report," making it highly likely to be the same place.

In other words, Mr. Luo’s constant yearning, the "white moonlight," was also one of the nine major coordinates recorded on the bamboo slips.

This made Li Zhiyuan wonder if the three files Li Lan had thrown at him half a year ago in Beijing, which corresponded to the sea, Ji’an, and Fengdu, respectively, also held some deeper meaning?

Li Lan, who had fully taken ill and considered herself devoid of humanity, still continued with her work, with what kind of purpose in mind?

Li Zhiyuan found it hard to fit into her way of thinking, and he dared not attempt to. However, from another perspective, there was undoubtedly something deeper driving Li Lan to pursue.

The unchanging routine that started each day was done by Aunt Liu,

"Breakfast is ready!"

Li Zhiyuan held Alii’s hand and went downstairs. A small blackboard hung beside the door in the first-floor living room, originally used for temporary accounting, such as for noting how many tables and chairs each house needed, or how many paper effigies. Most of the time, it remained idle.

However, three months ago, Li Sanjiang solemnly wiped the board clean with water, picked up some chalk, and wrote very seriously—"A Bottle a Day."

After being told the character for "one" was wrong, Grandmaster erased it and changed it to "100 days," thereafter continuing to decrease it with Arabic numerals.

The board was of course not meant for his great-grandson, who had already been admitted in advance and whose related certificates had been placed by Li Sanjiang under the statue of Laozi (Confucius) in the small cubicle.

Li Sanjiang had written it for Zhuangzhuang.

Today, the number "3" was newly written on the blackboard.

Tan Wenbin returned from his morning run, showered by the well, and changed into clean clothes.

It had to be said, even though he only practiced a fraction of the Corpse Recovery art for fitness, it was still impressive compared to the likes of Run Sheng.

Coming from a family of police officers, his physical genes were already good, and with his diligent exercise and hearty meals, he was no longer a scrawny figure but visibly robust when bare-chested.

Yin Meng’s coffin-making skill was superb, truly warm in winter and cool in summer when sleeping inside.

Every night, Tan Wenbin slept in the coffin with Run Sheng, one belonging to Li Sanjiang and the other to Mr. Shan.

The reason why Mr. Shan’s longevity coffin was still there was that Li Sanjiang feared if he sent it home, Shan Pao would lose money and sell the longevity coffin.

Anyway, it would still be time to send the coffin over when Shan Pao kicked the bucket someday.

Run Sheng completely agreed with this.

"Why is there another day off tomorrow?" Li Sanjiang asked in confusion, puffing on his cigarette, "The college entrance exams are coming up, aren’t they?"

Tan Wenbin explained, "Grandpa, our school is not an exam site for the college entrance exams. We have to go to an exam site school, so we have two days off to prepare and then go to the exam site school collectively the day before the exam, where we will stay in their dormitories."

Li Sanjiang asked, "Can we bring meals?"

"Yes, you can. If you don’t stay in the exam site dormitory, you can even go back home."

"That’s good," Li Sanjiang said, flicking the cigarette ash, "I’ll have Ting Hou prepare rice cakes and dumplings for that day, and I’ll bring them to you on the morning of the exams."

"Hehe," Tan Wenbin didn’t refuse, just smiled.

"Do well on your exams!" Li Sanjiang patted Zhuangzhuang on the shoulder, "Studying is good, really, studying is good."

"Don’t worry, Grandpa, I’ve got no problem with it. I’ve already addressed the admission letter to you. Once you’ve seen it, I’ll take it home for my parents to see."

"Haha!" Li Sanjiang laughed heartily, "Zhuangzhuang is great, not a bite of my food wasted."

After breakfast, Run Sheng rode out the tricycle, and Li Zhiyuan and Alii got on.

Today, the school was holding the last mobilization meeting before the college entrance exams, and at the school’s request, the boy had to make an appearance today.

Arriving at the school, the banners above the school gate and on the back of the teaching building reading "Warmly Congratulate Our Student Li Zhiyuan for Winning First Prize in the National Olympiad in Mathematics" were still fresh, and even the older "City Award" and "Provincial Award" banners looked bright.

Because the school really regularly replaced old banners with new ones.

"Xiao Yuan, Alii and I will wait for you nearby." Run Sheng pointed to a small alley in the distance.

"Alright," Li Zhiyuan acknowledged, then looked at Alii, who was still sitting on the tricycle, "We’ll go buy things afterward, and after that, we’ll go eat some fried skewers."

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