At 3 pm, Xu Yao received a strange message: Go to Lishui Cemetery at 5 pm and find Yang Meng's tombstone, otherwise Mo Xiaoqing will disappear forever.

Xu Yao's jeep was driving on the suburban highway. A road sign showed that the place where the mastermind wanted him to go was 500 miles ahead.

It was 7:30 pm. Xu Yao glanced to both sides and realized that he had driven into a lush forest.

When he arrived at the destination and looked at it, the location showed that this location was the area where the former site of Yangming Welfare Institute was located.

According to the location given by the mastermind, Xu Yao drove forward for another 20 minutes and finally stopped.

When he opened the car door, he found that the place he was in was actually a cemetery.

The cemetery was completely silent at night. Xu Yao parked his car in the empty parking lot and knocked on the door of the cemetery management office for a long time. Finally, a staggering watchman came out to open the door. He looked drunk. Xu

Yao asked directly to see the cemetery data, but he told Xu Yao that he didn't have the key to the database. If he wanted to check it, he had to come early tomorrow morning. The watchman

said impatiently, "Besides, who comes to visit the cemetery at night?"

After that, he planned to turn around and go back to his cabin to hide and continue drinking.

Xu Yao had to find a way to enter and search by himself.

This cemetery was also built on the mountain. The lower level is the management office, parking lot, cultural department, and farewell hall, and the tombs are placed halfway up the mountain.

Xu Yao walked directly through the parking lot and hurried past the farewell hall arranged in a semicircular shape.

He glanced at the farewell hall. The doors and windows were tightly closed and it was pitch black. There were still some paper money on the furnace in front that had not been cleaned up in time. When he stepped on it, it made a rustling sound, which added some horror and weird atmosphere.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the wind was blowing. Because this place is far from the city center and more remote, the temperature is much lower. Xu Yao couldn't help but tuck his coat and shrink his neck.

He didn't understand why the mastermind, ym, had to take him to this location and let him find a tombstone with Yang Meng's name on it.

Xu Yao kept repeating two words, Yang Meng? Doesn't Yang Meng start with ym?

That's it, what kind of message did the mastermind want to tell her?

Xu Yao walked to the foot of the mountain, took a short rest, and went straight up along the terrazzo path.

The tombstones in this cemetery are lined up in rows on the entire mountainside, so it is actually very difficult to find a small tombstone.

Xu Yao took out a high-powered flashlight and started looking from the first row of tombstones, and saw that the inscriptions on them were still clear. He could only be patient and check them row by row.

At this time and in this kind of weather, it is generally impossible for anyone to come to visit their deceased relatives, so this part of the cemetery is dead silent, and there is not a single light to be seen.

The only thing that can illuminate is the flashlight in Xu Yao's hand. Fortunately, Xu Yao has always been dealing with a pile of dead bodies, so he is not afraid of any crooked ways. He calmed down, took a few deep breaths, and did not dare to take it lightly.

After all, the person behind the scenes is in the dark, and he has no idea whether his real purpose is to ask him to find a tombstone named Yang Meng.

Although Xu Yao was suppressing his anger, he could only obey now, because Mo Xiaoqing was still in his hands.

The strong flashlight glowed a miserable white light in the pitch-black night, and the names and photos illuminated by the light also reflected a weird and mysterious posture.

The faces in the various photos, the various names, the faces frozen on the tombstones seemed to become vivid in the mottled light and shadow. Did he blame the intruder who disturbed his sleep?

But Xu Yao was helpless. He could only bite the bullet and shine the flashlight down. He sped up and counted all the tombstones in three rows in ten minutes, but there was no tombstone named Yang Meng.

Xu Yao continued to walk up the corridor of the fourth row of tombstones and shone the flashlight at the tombstones a few times, but found no trace of people or the flames that never went out.

There was no tombstone of Yang Meng in the fourth row either. Xu Yao continued to search the fifth row at the fastest speed. Strange names and faces flashed in the beam of light under the strong light, and those tombstones of different heights seemed like souls waiting for rebirth.

Some of the people in the photos were smiling, as if they were glancing at this man who was in two different worlds from them, and seemed to be lamenting their own death and jealous of his death.

This feeling was very uncomfortable, because Xu Yao did not like to see death, but the industry he was in had to face the death of others.

Behind every person's death, there might be a tragic story. He also saw various living people crying in pain because of the death of their loved ones.

Xu Yao gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward. The further he walked, the stronger his panic became. He felt that the breath of the dead could really condense into a huge net, trapping him here and making it difficult for him to escape.

Xu Yao naturally did not believe in ghosts, but the mental pressure made him fear life and the dead.

He put down the flashlight and bowed three times respectfully. "I'm sorry to disturb your sweet dreams, but I have no choice because I want to save the person I care about most."

After Xu Yao finished speaking, he forced himself to calm down and took a few deep breaths. He continued to look at the tombstones beside him with his eyes wide open, and whispered the names of the deceased as he walked to divert his attention.

When he was almost at the end of the row of tombstones, a familiar name suddenly jumped into his sight, "Chen Xiaoshi".

When these three words came out of Xu Yao's mouth, he stared at the tombstone in a daze. In the photo, Chen Xiaoshi was simply wearing a Zhongshan suit and a tie, with a kind and comfortable smile on his face.

Xu Yao was shocked. In his impression, after Chen Xiaoshi was hit to death, he had no relatives. But why is there a Chen Xiaoshi on this tombstone? Who erected the tombstone for him?

Looking at the photo, it is indeed Chen Xiaoshi, the murderer of the Binjiang River dismemberment case.

Xu Yao continued to shine the flashlight on this row. After passing two or three tombstones, he found another familiar name, "Liu Yulong."