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Ning Zhengdong is a policeman from the Xinxiang County Public Security Bureau in Ma'anshan City, southern Anhui Province.

He joined the police force after graduating from college and had been a grassroots security policeman before.

In the past two years, as the country has paid more and more attention to the protection of cultural relics, he has been transferred to the Cultural Relics Office of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, where he is responsible for investigating various cases involving the theft and trafficking of cultural relics within his jurisdiction.

Today, while he was sorting out previous case information, the deputy detachment leader suddenly called him to the office.

"Xiao Ning, you and Lao Ma will go out on a field trip later."

The vice-captain pulled out the newly printed information from the printer and threw it to Ning Zhengdong.

Ning Zhengdong read the information on the paper carefully and asked with a somewhat surprised expression:

"Is this an investigation notice from the province? Is it of such high standards?"

"Why are you paying attention to this? Look at the map. Based on the locations of the three base stations, can you find the place in the picture?" the deputy captain said, pointing to the picture on the paper.

The picture in the picture is clearly a screenshot of Zhang Yang's live broadcast room.

There were several pictures in a row, and the timing of the screenshots happened to be when the young man from Lian Mai was showing Zhang Yang the surroundings of the cemetery.

"It should be okay." Ning Zhengdong nodded, pointed at the river on the map and said, "This should be the Qingshui River in the suburbs."

"Looking at the width of the water surface on the picture, it should be downstream of the river."

"Then look here, here..."

"Okay, okay." The vice-captain waved his hand and interrupted him: "You just have to know what's going on."

"This was just announced by the superiors two minutes ago. You should hurry up and try to catch Xingxing. It's too late. These tomb robbers have escaped. I'm going to take it from you."

Ning Zhengdong's face straightened: "Okay, I'll leave right away."

…

At the same time, in Hexi Village in Xinxiang County, in a farmland by the Qingshui River, three young people from nearby villages were standing in a circle and looking at the broken bricks in the pit.

The leader was the young man who had practiced with Zhang Yang just now. He was tall and thin, and his nickname was "Cun Tou".

A fat young man asked Cun Tou: "Brother Cun Tou, do we still want to dig? The teacher just said that there is nothing good in it."

"And the barrage in the live broadcast room just now said that the Internet police will follow our signal and directly find out where we are."

Cun Tou picked up the broken drill bit that he had just appraised, weighed it in his hand, as if he was thinking about something, and then explained to his accomplice:

"Fat man, if the anchor says it's worthless, that's because he's rich and doesn't care about it."

"You can't tell that the anchor has been poached before, otherwise how could he understand it so well?"

"Now that he has washed his hands in a golden basin, of course he wants to persuade us. If you listen to him, you won't get any share of the thousands of dollars you get after selling the thing."

After hearing this, the fat man thought for a while and asked, "How many thousand can we share?"

Cun Tou rolled his eyes at him: "At least, five thousand, maybe even tens of thousands."

"Don't forget that there is already a robbery hole here, but the hole is so small that it is impossible to take out large items."

"A large antique, even a chamber pot, is worth a lot of money."

"And during the Qing Dynasty, there were many rich people here. Haven't you heard that the village chief's ancestor was a minister? Maybe his ancestral grave is buried here?"

"It's hard to tell, there's something big in this tomb."

At this time, a young man wearing glasses next to him held his mobile phone and said excitedly:

"Brother, I found it. It is said on the Internet that the police can locate the suspect's location while making a phone call, but it is very slow and the range is very large."

After Cun Tou heard this, he threw away the broken bricks in his hand and slapped the bespectacled young man on the head.

"Let me reiterate, we are not criminal suspects, we are just playing."

"Yes, I remember, we are just playing." The young man with glasses nodded: "This place has been robbed, we just want to see what is left inside."

"That's right!" Cun Tou said with satisfaction.

"Brother Da, we're not on the phone, we're on video. Are you mistaken?" the fat man asked the young man with glasses.

"I've also checked the issue you mentioned."

"It is said on the Internet that you can only check the IP address when surfing the Internet, but the IP address cannot be checked on the 4G network, so we should not be discovered."

"Well." Cun Tou touched his chin with satisfaction and looked at the fat young man: "That's enough? Fatty, are you still panicking now?"

The fat man thought for a while and then asked: "Will they follow our comma number to trace it? The numbers are all authenticated by real names."

Cun Tou said impatiently: "It's okay. This account was registered with your father's ID card. Have you forgotten?"

Hearing this, the fat man suddenly realized: "Oh, that's okay. My dad has been in there before, so it doesn't matter if he goes in again."

"Okay, let's dig." The bespectacled young man handed the shovel to the fat man: "You follow my brother's command, I will go to the hillside over there to keep a lookout for you two."

"Okay, I'll do it."

The fat man took the shovel, rolled up his sleeves, got ready, and started digging down the hole he had just made.

Three hours later, Fatty's people were no longer visible on the ground.

I only saw a cave entrance, and shovels kept pushing dirt out.

Cun Tou stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the female anchor on the phone and cheering for the fat man.

At this time, he suddenly felt someone tapping him from behind.

"What are you doing?" Cun Tou turned around and asked with a frown.

A uniformed policeman looked at him seriously: "What are you doing here?"

The policeman was Ning Zhengdong who was on field duty.

"Ah! Police." Cuntou stood up in a hurry: "I..."

"I reported to the police comrades that I found a big pit. I came over to take a look out of curiosity."

"Oh? Really?" Ning Zhengdong said with a half-smile, "But when I came over there, I saw you squatting here. Have you been watching for so long?"

Cun Tou looked behind the police. The two policemen should have come from the other side of the road.

He thought to himself: Damn it, aren’t the glasses meant to show off the wind? Why didn't you even shout when the police came?

"I was still thinking just now, what is going on with this hole?" Cuntou said quibly.

At this moment, the fat man's voice suddenly came from the hole behind him:

"Brother, I'm digging a coffin. Come down and take a look!"

"Huh?" Ning Zhengdong moved his hands to his waist, preparing to take out the handcuffs.

Cun Tou was startled by this action. He thought the police were going to kill him, so he was so frightened that he immediately raised his hands.

"I plead guilty, I plead guilty, we were robbing graves."

At this time, the fat man, whose face was covered with mud, stuck half of his head out of the hole, looked at the short-headed back and asked:

"Brother, why are you calling me? Why don't you respond to me? What are you raising your hands for?"

Ning Zhengdong turned his head, turned around his head, looked at the fat man and asked with a smile:

"Shall you come out on your own, or shall I arrest you?"

…

In the evening, the young man with eyes sleeping on the hillside slowly woke up.

"Brother, fat man, have you finished digging? Why didn't you call me?"

When he walked to the tomb, he discovered that his two accomplices had long since disappeared. A deep hole at the site was sealed by yellow cordon.

"broken!"

The bespectacled young man was familiar with that cordon, because it was exactly the same one used by the police to cordon off the scene in the TV series.