The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 237 - 238: Knowing Too Much

Previously, Qinghan mentioned that the department Qi Xiuyuan belongs to specializes in handling supernatural events.

Of course, they don’t manage every little thing; the tasks that land in their hands are definitely not trivial like a family’s furniture moving by itself at midnight.

When we were on the ship, Qi Xiuyuan showed the captain her credentials, and I saw a ’special’ character on the cover, but couldn’t make out the full name.

Once Qinghan sent me the credentials, I saw that it was printed with ’Special Office’.

"This is temporary; it will become invalid once the task is completed," Qinghan said as he started the car.

I put the certificate away, tossed my backpack onto the car seat, and remembered how Qinghan asked me to prepare luggage last night. I thought about it for a long time and realized there wasn’t much to bring, so I only packed a change of clothes, two solar chargers from the brand Sachima mentioned, ten USB drives; the remaining equipment was prepared by Qinghan.

Because we’re heading to a town, not a remote area, we don’t need wilderness survival gear.

However, Qinghan brought a bunch of things that couldn’t pass security checks, so we drove to the destination ourselves.

I was really curious about the gizmos Qinghan brought this time. From the moment I met him, he always seemed to have a Doraemon-like quality, ready to pull out something to tackle the crisis at hand.

And those mysterious pills made by the ’pharmacy’ could temporarily make a living person lose their human scent and disguise themselves as dead.

If protagonists in zombie movies had such pills, they wouldn’t be chased around the house by zombies.

"Do I really not need to meet your leader or report to the unit?" Holding the work certificate, I suddenly remembered, although my public identity is Qinghan’s assistant, I’ve never been to his unit.

This kind of work always feels unreal to me. I wanted to ask about it earlier, but then I received a bank notification about a transaction in my account.

My salary card is kept by Qinghan, but the account transaction notifications are sent directly to my phone. Seeing the money, I didn’t rush to ask. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"No need, your record is filed at the unit. I’m your direct supervisor, and I handle interviews, work reports, and task assignments."

"Is it for departmental confidentiality?" Listening to this work method, I feel like I’m in some underground spy drama.

Qinghan chuckled and said nothing, so I took his silence as agreement. After all, I didn’t want to know too much, as knowing too much could lead to being hunted or silenced.

As I thought about this issue, I naturally recalled the matter Bi Shi asked about. After I was buried, many major events occurred in the clan—He Su caused havoc, Bi Shi was secretly harmed and imprisoned, Leng Henjue’s trio put down their weapons... and so on.

But regarding Alan, I couldn’t think of anyone who would seek her out. Could it be He Su?

The watermelon-cutting symbol represents a rebellious group, and Alan, the shadowy figure I saw on that strange ship when memories flashed back, was the original leader of the watermelon-cutting group.

She disappeared before my burial, and her trusted aide took over as the second-generation leader, and that’s when I withdrew from the internal conflicts.

No one suspected I might know Alan’s whereabouts. Although I preferred to stay safe amid the struggles, I didn’t have a good relationship with those opposing the monarchy. As long as you’re not against the Queen, you’re an enemy of Alan. Given that, she wouldn’t reveal her whereabouts to me.

Even her trusted aide who succeeded her as leader didn’t know where she went.

Bi Shi asked me only because her thought process is unique; she remembered I was the only one who challenged Alan without being killed, thus assuming I might know her whereabouts.

When she explained it like that, I wanted to punch her through the screen. I thought she was possessed by Sherlock Holmes, deducing with rational analysis and tight logic, even tried hard to recall if I’d ever slipped up.

"Thinking about clan matters again?" Qinghan asked as he turned to look at me while waiting at the red light.

"I was wondering if knowing too much might bring a disaster upon me." I patted my head, blaming Oliver—no, Otuna; her ability healed my head issues, but it wasn’t a fortunate surprise, more likely a disaster waiting to happen.

"I heard from Miss Wang that some clan members asked you to help retrieve something."

"Hmm? She told you?"

"Yes, she asked me to persuade you, saying peaceful times are the best period to accumulate strength."

"Sounds like preparing for war." Though I said that, I knew very well that even without surface-level wars, hidden struggles probably never ceased.

Otherwise, those three wouldn’t be forced to hide in someone else’s tomb; clan members outside don’t yet know I’ve emerged, so it’s temporarily safe.

"The place we’re heading is quite close to Galaxy’s residence, just over an hour by car."

"Do you think I should help them?" Their weapons aren’t AK47s or level three helmets; any of them could have Godzilla-level havoc in New York.

"It’s to help yourself. I agree with Miss Wang’s view."

"Well then, let’s visit—wait, you know their names and grave dwellings too?"

"She brought me into your group this morning."

"???" I was utterly shocked as I swiped open my phone’s screen. I had muted the group’s notifications due to the noise; opening the immortal group, indeed Qinghan was on the list.

The group’s message count had breached the 999 mark, and Qinghan’s group profile was ’Professor Chen is a family member’, with an avatar of that treasure sword’s glamorous photo.

Blow up noise... Blow up photos... Blow up measurements, humph! — Dark Lolita Sachima

Young master’s age and marital status? Look here. As a flower emoji. — Nicholas Zhaosi

Family member? Manual humor — Galaxy’s bigwig

Hello, everyone, I’m An An’s ’colleague’. — Professor Chen is a family member

"Damn it, why put ’colleague’ in quotes? Does it have another meaning?" I wanted to slap the phone against Qinghan’s face, but alas, he was driving. Traffic safety should be considered; although lives are safe, car damage would be troublesome.

After expressing dissatisfaction, I continued reading the group’s chat records, finding they had enthusiastically chatted all morning until I went downstairs. I saw Qinghan smiling with his phone then, puzzled because he never watches short videos, only does serious video calls, curious about what could make him smile.

"They’re all crazy, don’t engage too fervently with mentally ill people, or you’ll be influenced." I waved my phone, solemnly warning.

"Don’t you think, in some way, they’re heading in a positive direction?"