CH 11.2

The recording tape in Li Ai Guo’s hand, it was hidden below a rock by Qin Xiao before losing consciousness.

In it, the latest contact method created by Old Second Bai, who was the middleman for the gang, was recorded.

The reason why they were able to evade the tracing from the police many times, go into hiding at the fastest speed, was exactly because of that.

The recording in the tape, was Old Second Bai’s new radio station commercial that he was just preparing to change.

“You guys were really thorough.” Li Ai Guo’s face carried ridicule, casually putting the tape into the Walkman, then ‘pa-pa’ pressed down twice, and a melodious singing sounded: “Unfortunately, you were too smart, so smart that you were harmed by it instead.”

The contact password set by Old Second Bai was too complicated, so it had to be recorded in advance. Now, the recording tape had fallen into Li Ai Guo’s hands, so it made it convenient for him to use as a breakthrough instead, follow the snake track to find the snake, follow the vine to find the melon[1].

Old Second Bai decided to let things follow their course[2], after all, he had already been caught. Contrary to expectations, he relaxedly leaned on the head of the hospital bed and sneered: “I was so smart that I was harmed by it, so are you the one that’s smarter than me?”

Li Ai Guo: …if it weren’t because I’m too busy, when would you have had the opportunity to prance around!

“I was unlucky, walking into misfortune…” Old Second Bai spit out a sentence, his right arm was tightly wrapped, and in his memories, the appearance of a terrifying and hideous tiger opening its mouth with its fierce fangs and coldly pouncing at him with its sharp claws remained… even now when he thought about it, fear still lingered in his heart.

His whole body was stiff, and his four limbs were strengthless.

Old Second Bai taunted Li Ai Guo, but he was not angered at all, on the contrary, his smile became meaningful, and even the young police officers were all smiles.

Old Second Bai: Are they mad[3]?

Those smiles carried a connotation that Old Liao and the others did not understand, Li Ai Guo was all smiles, utterly lacking the shame of someone who was stabbed through his feet and whose self esteem was stepped on, he slowly said, “You guys just woke up, so you still don’t know how Qin Xiao was able to be sent to the hospital alive, right?”

The three of them indeed did not know. After they woke up, they even guessed if it was a trap that Qin Xiao had intentionally set up, but who could command a tiger? Even if they could, was it possible for the leaders of the army to not be afraid of the tiger harming Qin Xiao instead?

Also, how Qin Xiao had run to the road, it was another aspect that Old Liao and the others were doubtful of. They were able to notice that Li Ai Guo speaking of this matter was not out of good intentions, but the three were very curious internally, and they really wanted to know what had caused them to fall.

News and gossip always travelled faster than a person’s leg, in the span of less than a day, the matter of Qin Xiao being rescued by a team up of a tiger and a Persian cat had already spread through the surrounding area.

Everybody listened to it as they would a legend, the thrilling plot with constant climax, animal rescue that was even more enigmatic and unpredictable than television drama.

Most importantly, it was about real people and events!

If it were not because of Li Ai Guo rigidly holding them back, the people from the sub-bureau would have all charged to the hospital in a rush, to visit the Qin Xiao that was carried down the mountain by a tiger and who was saved by a cat, to interview comrade Qin about the feeling of having a miracle falling straight into his face. It would have been even better to rub off some luck, so that in the future, if they had even a bit of Qin Xiao’s luck, they would be completely content.

With this luck… why not fly straight into the heavens.

Qin Xiao who still did not know that he had become a lucky card …

What was a miracle? What could be called a miracle? This was a live example!

Qin Xiao had literally played out the reality version of The Heavens Not Letting You Die, and People Who Do Good Deeds Are Well Rewarded.

And the three people across… the representation of Bad People Don’t Have Good Endings!

Li Ai Guo lively and vividly said: “…it’s weird that a tiger sneaked up on you? It’s precisely because they were there to guard Qin Xiao. If you hadn’t come up with bad intentions, had secretly ran away, we wouldn’t have caught you. You would still be wandering around in the mountains, but you insisted on walking into the tiger’s jaw.”

“You brought disaster upon yourselves.”

Wang Peng and the others felt like they were listening to a book from heaven, if it were not because they had personally experienced it, they would not have believed in this □□ [4] nonsense.

But Bai Xia Xia and Da Hua suddenly attacking was true, them entering the hospital lying in a pool of blood was true, Qin Xiao escaping and being alive was true.

In that moment, the three people had an absentminded expression, their eyes were indescribably complex.

The old phrase was well spoken, evil people would naturally be taken care of by the heavens.

For them to one day suddenly become the villain character in other people’s mouths, that feeling… was very complicated.

Especially when they heard Li Ai Guo say, Qin Xiao was carried down the mountain without a hitch. Without suffering any harm, and them three…

The ward was so silent that the sound of rapid heavy breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, Old Liao laughed coldly. His feminine and mean face was frigid, his eyes dropped down obscurely, and he mocked: “The story was well said, however, there’s no need for you to use these useless tricks here with us.”

“We were inferior, were out of luck, but no matter for what reason we ended up lying here, this is the reality. You want to get back the historical relics that were lost, we still want to keep struggling.”

Old Liao: “Even if you throw us into a big prison, if the police can’t find the lost historical relics, are not able to find things, then you’re all trash! Cuilian Mountain covers hundreds of miles, I can guarantee you, even if you flip the mountain into the sky, without us, don’t even think of finding the things!”

Sharpness surged in Li Ai Guo’s leisure and calm gaze, like a hidden dark blade.

Old Liao stared closely at the change in his expression, his feminine smile was so intense that it was like an insoluble sticky shadow, stifling and carefree.

Suddenly slowing down his voice, the voice that leaned more towards being scholarly and feeble spoke lightly and delicately: “Qin Xiao kept biting on me without letting go like a rabid dog, so he probably already guessed who I am…”

“Did he tell you, I don’t like to stay idling, I hung around Tong City for about half a month, and there’s a not small amount of merchandise in my hands.” The viciousness and coldness of someone who was prepared to fight to death against his enemy[5] flowed in the bottom of Old Liao’s eyes: “Li Ai Guo, I don’t care about other things, but if you don’t let me go, then just wait for tens of lives to be buried with me!”

“Since I’ve gotten caught in the web, no matter if the news is released or not, when my friend doesn’t see me in two to three days, doesn’t get any information… hehe, do you think that he’ll suddenly get a conscience and release the kidnapped merchandise first, or will he escape by himself, leaving that group of unfortunate people to survive by themselves?”

Translator’s comments:

The plot thickens.

Translator’s notes:

[1] These idiomatic expressions were left as is since their meaning is pretty much obvious. It means to track something using the clues left behind.

[2] Idiomatic expression ‘破罐子破摔 (pò guàn zi pò shuāi)’: lit. translation is ‘broken jar’. It means to let something run its course despite mistakes or shortcomings, allowing it to develop into something worse.

[3] The true translation here was ‘what illness did they get?’.

[4] It was like this in the raws.

[5] Idiomatic expression ‘背水一战 (bèi shuǐ yī zhàn)’: lit. translation is ‘fighting with one’s back against the river’. It means to get into a life-or-death battle, or that someone is fighting without retreat.