Chapter 1169: Falling Pole
Fulai Province was in the southeast coastal area. It was a big province and was close to the mountains and the sea. Mountains and hills made up 90% of the province.
It enjoyed a humid climate and abundant rainfall, and its forest coverage rate had reached more than 70%, ranking first in the country.
Because of its climate, Fulai had many rivers.
Baisha River was one of the five major rivers in Fulai. It ran through the province from the north and finally met the sea in the south.
On the bank of the Baisha River, where it went through Wuqing Mountain, there were cliffs that stretched for tens of kilometers.
At that moment, just above a 70-meter high cliff, two trucks were working.
The two trucks were building wiring poles on the cliff. One was responsible for digging pole pits, and the other was responsible for inserting poles into the holes.
Because the cliff was all hard rocks, the ordinary way of digging pits didn’t work. The working trucks were equipped with stone breaking machines.
There was a huge impact drill in the front of the truck that was responsible for digging the pole pits. When the drill started, it produced a massive impact force, which broke the rocks in the pit area.
At that moment, the huge drill was hitting the ground rocks, making a deafening noise, and the cliff was slightly shaking.
“Stop. Stop. Stop…” someone said.
At that time, a motorcycle suddenly came from the bottom of the cliff. Before it stopped, two middle-aged men stepped off of the bike and shouted at the moving trucks to stop.
The drivers of the working trucks saw the motorcycle then stopped. The cliff finally returned to its previous tranquility.
“What’s the matter?” The driver put his head out of the window. He didn’t know the two men.
“What are you doing?” A middle-aged man on the back seat of the motorcycle jumped down and scolded the driver. “Did you get approval? Do you know where you are? How can you dig a hole here?”
Hearing this, the driver who was responsible for piling the wiring poles got out of the truck and growled, “We were hired by the municipal company. What’s the matter with you? Who are you?”
“Municipal company? Impossible. They are not idiots.” The middle-aged man on the motorcycle said, “Let me tell you, we are from the County Museum, and I am the president of the county cultural relics protection association. Look at what you did to our natural relics.”
“Huh?” The two drivers were confused. “It’s just a wiring pole. What’s the matter with you?”
The self-proclaimed president pointed to the bottom of the cliff and shouted angrily, “Do you know that the Seven Star Hanging Coffins are below this cliff? Are you out of your mind?”
The motorcyclist added, “The hanging coffins are a key cultural relic. If you dig a hole here, it will destroy the stability of them.”
“Yes, the hanging coffins are at least 600 years old. If you were to destroy it today, you couldn’t afford what would happen,” the president said.
“Ah?” The two drivers looked at each other, then one of them said innocently, “The coffins are tens of meters away. They wouldn’t be affected.”
“Hey! You’re not listening, are you?” The president glared at them, then said, “This cliff is formed by a structural diamond. Do you know what a structural diamond is? The vibration on your side will create a huge impact on the far side. If you persist, I can accuse you of destroying our cultural relics, do you understand?”
The two drivers looked at each other again, then one said, “Well, I’ll call our boss right now. I’ll ask him…”
“Your boss is an a**hole.” The president was so angry that he increased his volume. “You think he doesn’t know about such an important cultural relic? How can he ask you to do such a thing? If we hadn’t come to stop you in time…”
Hearing this, the young driver who was in charge of inserting the wiring poles stopped working. He pointed to the president and said, “Can you learn to be a nice guy? We don’t care what the hanging coffins are. We are obeying orders. What do you want from us?”
The president was so angry. He crooked his nose and shouted, “Stubborn a**holes. You are destroying our cultural relics. You are working against the law!”
The young driver was excited. He retorted, “We are digging a hole on the top of the cliff. You accuse me of destroying the cultural relics below. Then if I dig a hole in the ground, do you want to accuse me of destroying your ancestral grave? President? In my eyes, you are a fart.”
“You. You a**hole.” The president had never been insulted like that in his life. He was so angry that he rushed over and tussled with the driver.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t…”
At this time, the motorcyclist and the other truck driver hurriedly came forward to separate them.
However, the two people were outraged. As they were tussling with each other, the other truck driver was hit suddenly.
The driver was pushed away and hit the switch of a working machine on one of the trucks.
At that time, the truck was piling a pole. When the switch was turned on abruptly, the huge and heavy pole fell onto the ground and rolled down.
“Ah!”
Seeing that the huge pole was about to fall, all of them exclaimed in fear and hurried to dodge the falling pole. All of them hid at the far end of the cliff.
The wiring pole fell down horizontally. It hit the ground with a loud sound.
The pole was a cylinder. After falling on the ground, it rolled down along the cliff.
Looking at the rolling wiring pole, the president trembled and cried out. “No…!”
However, the pole wouldn’t listen to him. It shortly rolled to the bottom of the cliff.
“Look at what you’ve done! There are hanging coffins below…” The president collapsed to the ground. After a long time, he stood up, ran to the edge of the cliff in a hurry, and looked down.
A day later.
Zhao Yu was writing a report in the Beijing Criminal Department. He couldn’t stop sneezing.
“Who is missing me? It’s summer now. Am I catching a cold?” he thought.
Zhao Yu had been in Beijing for more than ten days since the engagement party. He and Miao Ying had not had time to prepare for the Huayun Mountain Massacre Case.
After all, the gold case was critical. Although the Secret Service was entirely responsible for it, it was also necessary for the criminal department to deal with what happened after the case ended.
So, Zhao Yu, like an office worker, spent every day in the criminal department. In addition to reporting work, he had to prepare a lot of materials and deal with social activities with some members of his team.
Miao Ying’s situation was pretty much the same. In addition to the treasure case, there were many follow-up tasks dealing with Cheng Lingfei’s case, which required cooperation between other departments and the criminal department.
Therefore, their honeymoon plan in Fulai was also ruined, let alone their plan for the Huayun Mountain case.
During that period, Zhao Yu had mentioned investigating the Huayun Mountain Massacre Case with Director Jiao, but Director Jiao didn’t approve the request. She told him to first deal with all of his previous cases.
Zhao Yu couldn’t stop and sneezed again.
He had to stop what he was doing and went to pick up a tissue to wipe his nose.
Just then, the liaison officer, Chen Zhuo, suddenly appeared.
“Team leader Zhao.” Holding a stack of materials, Chen Zhuo spoke to Zhao Yu with a complicated expression. “I have both good news and bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?”
“Huh?” Zhao Yu wiped his nose and said, “Both, quick.”
“The good news is that you can go to Fulai.” Chen Zhuo nodded.
“Oh? It was approved?” Zhao Yu took a breath and said excitedly, “Finally, I can leave the office. Haha…”
“But the bad news is,” Chen Zhuo continued, “you are not going to Huayun Mountain. You are going to Wuqing Mountain.”
“Ah? What do you mean?” Zhao Yu asked.
Chen Zhuo frowned and said solemnly, “Have you heard of the hanging coffins? The hanging coffins in Fulai… Leader Zhao, something happened there.”