Chapter 476: Underground Bomb Shelter (1/2)

”What am I supposed to do?” asked Bingxin. “There aren’t any corpses to dissect.”

”Song Yang, find something for Bingxin to do!” instructed Xiaotao.

Upon further contemplation, I suggested, ”Could you please gather the recent missing person reports from each branch and look for potential victims?”

”How would I do that?” Bingxin wasn’t involved in the investigation of the human buns case.

I chuckled, ”Go with your stomach! Whoever looks the most delicious!”

Thus, we went our separate ways. Song Xingchen and I took a cab to the outskirts. I circled the area, twirling the Autopsy Umbrella searching for footprints. Despite stumbling upon some footprints, the surrounding area was empty due to the strong winds. The ground was covered in weeds and intermittent footprints.

I had a map plug-in designed by Lao Yao on my cell phone which could connect to Baidu Maps. Every time I noticed something, I would mark my position. I discovered that Mr. Huang did circle the area for some distance last night, going back and forth many times.

Eventually, I ran out of clues to follow. When I pulled up the map to check if there were any hills nearby, I found a hill range in the southwest. Because it was too desolate, it didn't show up on the map.

Calling Lao Yao, I ordered a search for any neighboring villas and other landmarks and told him to send me the coordinates.

On the other end of the line, Lao Yao hammered away at his keyboard. ”There aren’t any residences, but there is a Qingliang Temple. Would you like the coordinates?”

”What about residential areas?” I asked.

”Who the hell would build a residential area here? There aren’t any!” replied Lao Yao.

According to Mr. Huang, one of the possible locations of the club was a villa in the hills. I instructed Lao Yao to take a second look. Was it possible for an unregistered building to exist in the vicinity? After hacking into the Ministry of Land and Resources’ database, Lao Yao sent me some satellite images. Upon careful inspection, I found that there were no buildings.

However, there was a faint reflection in one location when the photo was taken, probably around noon. Enlarging the image until it became pixelated, I endeavored to figure out what it was. At this point, Song Xingchen interjected, ”That’s a buried antenna!”

”A buried antenna?” I had never heard of this.

”That is to say, there’s a bomb shelter under this hill!” I exclaimed.

As I recalled, Mr. Huang described sealed windows. Due to his account, we initially assumed it was an above-ground building, but it turned out to be an underground one. There was nothing outside the windows; perhaps the windows weren’t even real.

However, I was interested to hear about my ‘grandfather’ from the martial Songs. ”Is Song Zhaolin still alive?” I queried.

”He disappeared during a classified mission twenty years ago. Apparently, he died for our country. They made an exception and erected a cenotaph for him at the Mt. Bao Revolutionary Cemetery.”

”How unfortunate!” I sighed.

We set out and arrived at the foot of the hill half an hour later. Although the image sent by Lao Yao gave an unobstructed view of the terrain, it was difficult to distinguish what exactly we were looking at. Making a thorough observation of our surroundings, Song Xingchen soon discovered footprints. We followed the trail of footprints that ended abruptly as if the man had disappeared into thin air.

”There must be a secret door here!” remarked Song Xingchen.

He pulled out his Tang Sword and inserted the blade into a gap in the ground, using all his strength till the sword bent unnaturally. Worried he might break his sword, I said, ”Don't bother. There may be some sort of mechanism or something. Let’s look for it.”

Scanning the area with Cave Vision, I noticed a slight protrusion on the ground and dug away at the soil. There was a thick wire beneath that led all the way to a tree.