Shan Cong discovered from the designer's travel history that he had been to Hunan more than once, including recently. He had also been invited by auction houses to photograph antiques, and he had photographed many, including the bronze artifact, using a similar technique.
Shan Cong then connected those dead people with himself. The girl in the tomb was once his girlfriend, and the man was just a guide he hired.
"This is obvious," Shan Cong said, "This designer is the murderer." He was about to call the police.
"It's too early to draw conclusions," she thought, recalling the people she'd met today. If the designer was the murderer, he'd have been very sensitive when she asked about the antique pottery, but he'd focused on designing her book cover, suggesting he was focused on the tension expressed in the design. In contrast, the publisher's behavior made her suspicious. When she looked at the antique cover, his thumb drooped noticeably, a sign of nervousness.
"Go find that publisher," Mu Zishan said, "there must be something wrong with him."
Shan Cong followed her instructions, notifying the criminal police and leading them to the publishing house. However, his secretary informed them that the publisher had already gone to Japan for a meeting as planned. He relayed this information to Mu Zishan, who was on her way to the designer's home. She was outside the designer's door when she heard the news. She saw the car parked outside and cautiously pushed the door open. She found the designer tied to a chair, a ticking time bomb nearby. She took a few steps forward and saw that the timer only had two minutes left.
His mouth was blocked, sweat kept pouring down his face, he looked at Mu Zishan without daring to move, mumbling, "Save me, save me."
Mu Zishan looked around, clearly a tactic to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Fortunately, she had participated in many bomb disposal games abroad, so she had some theoretical knowledge. She removed the towel from his mouth and asked, "Where is the toolbox?"
"It's in the cupboard over there," he said terrified. "Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
She took the tools, squatted behind him, and checked the wiring in detail.
"How long?"
"Quiet!"
Mu Zishan's phone kept ringing. It was Shan Cong calling her. The bomb was so sophisticated that she could only try to remove it.
With thirty seconds left, she untied the last string and ran out of the small bungalow with him. The bomb was detonated and rushed out.
Lu Yang, who had come up behind Mu Zishan, rushed in: "Zishan? Mu Zishan?"
The firefighters and Shan Cong also rushed over. Zhuo Qiang asked Shan Cong, "Are you sure she's in there?"
"She came to find the designer, that's right." Shan Cong was busy asking the firefighters to put out the fire and had no time to explain to him.
"Madman," Zhuo Qiang doused himself in water and ran in. "Mu Zishan, Lu Yang, say something."
"Are you guys going to die?" Shan Cong shouted, "Why didn't you stop him?"
Mu Zishan felt a sharp pain in her body, and no sound came out of her throat. Lu Yang found Mu Zishan under the debris: "Zishan?" He picked her up, but she had lost some strength. "Wake up, please? Wake up."
She had already fainted. Zhuo climbed over and quickly caught Mu Zishan, and took them out. Then the designer was also rescued.
In the ambulance, Zhuo Qiang watched as Lu Yang tightly grasped Mu Zishan's hand, calling her name repeatedly. The nurse said, "They love each other very much."
"We love each other very much," Zhuo Qiang took off his soaked coat, revealing his scraped arm, "but we're just stupid."
The nurse looked at his wound in surprise, because she hadn't noticed any signs of injury to his hand just now. "The hospital will be here soon, just bear with me."
Zhuo Qiang nodded. "I'm fine." He noticed some changes in Mu Zishan's electrocardiogram. "How could this happen?"
The doctor in front quickly took emergency measures, but she suffered severe respiratory distress.
When they arrived at the hospital, Lu Yang had already woken up, and Mu Zishan was pushed into the emergency room. At the strong request of the doctors and nurses, the two of them were sent to the emergency room to treat their injuries.
Meanwhile, in another emergency room, the designer died on the operating table from cardiac arrest due to lack of oxygen. The Criminal Investigation Bureau began investigating, questioning Zhuo Qiang and Lu Yang, but was angrily scolded out by them. Shan Cong stood outside, watching the Criminal Investigation Bureau leave, and then went inside.
The three people waited outside the emergency room all night, not knowing what was going on inside. They only saw nurses and doctors coming in and out constantly.
When Aunt Lin heard the news, she made some breakfast and brought it to the hospital. Seeing how tired they looked, she couldn't bear to ask about Mu Zishan's condition.
The doctor, who had been busy all night, finally came out and saw the people waiting outside and said, "The patient is fine now, don't worry."
Lu Yang sat in the chair, not having much strength left. Zhuo Qiang followed the doctor out and asked about the details.
Inside the ward, Mu Zishan was unconscious after the operation. Lu Yang held her hand, hoping she would wake up soon.
The effect of the anesthetic gradually wore off, and the pain in her chest made her very uncomfortable: "It hurts!"
"Don't move," Lu Yang said, "If it hurts too much, just hold my hand."
Zhuo Qiang came in with some painkillers: "You know it hurts now, it's all your own fault." He couldn't bear to see her in so much pain, so he gave the medicine in his hand to Lu Yang, "If it really hurts, take one pill, but no more than twice a day."
"What did the doctor say?" Aunt Lin asked.
"I had heart surgery," he said. "I'll be in the hospital for a month."
After taking the medicine, Mu Zishan fell asleep again. Aunt Lin asked them to go back and change clothes while she stayed here to watch over them. Lu Yang was still worried and stayed.
The publisher was found, and Shan Cong had to go back to deal with some things, so he left first.
Zhuo Qiang had no choice but to arrange a VIP ward for Lu Yang next to Mu Zishan's room, and took Aunt Lin back home first.
On the way back, Aunt Lin intentionally or unintentionally tested Zhuo Qiang's attitude towards Mu Zishan: "Master, why don't you stay and take care of Zishan?"
"Why do you ask?" Zhuo Qiang said.
"I think your feelings for Zishan are no less than Lu Yang's," she said cautiously, "and the sir and mistress are anxious for the young master to get married."
"Auntie Lin," he said, "Zi Shan, Lu Yang, and I are best friends. It's best not to say things like this in front of them in the future, okay?"
"I know," she said, "but I can also see that the young master has feelings for Zishan. This is unfair to you."
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