The Lost Tomb : Restart (The Sound Of Providence)

Chapter 4: Thunder

I took a deep breath and looked at my phone, only to find that there was no text message. There was only that New Year's greeting text on the message preview screen.

I paused. Fatty chased after me and asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Naïve? If this kind of thing can scare you, it's like you've gone back to your old self."

"Is it my Uncle Three?" I asked him. "Take a closer look for me."

When Fatty saw my expression, he knew I wasn't joking. His face sank and he patted me on the shoulder before going back into the room. I looked at my phone again and found that I really didn't get a text message. That's strange, I thought to myself.

Most of the windows in the ruins had rotted and collapsed. The sun was shining outside and the light streaking into the room formed a bright rectangle, but the place was still very cold. I looked around and noticed that a large number of filing cabinets blocked the light from reaching this space. The message alert just now shouldn't have been an auditory hallucination and must've come from somewhere nearby. But when I looked around, there wasn't anyone or anything suspicious.

I didn't have any confidence in my mental state right now, and slowly started to wonder if I was going crazy. After a few minutes, Fatty called from the room, "Mr. Naïve, has your Uncle Three ever gone by the name Yang Daguang?"

"Not that I know of," I replied.

"Then I don't think this is your Uncle Three," He said.

When I walked back in, I saw that he had taken an old ID card from the corpse's pants pocket and was looking at it under his phone's flashlight. I went over and saw that the name on the ID card really was Yang Daguang. He was born in 1948 and was from Luoyang.

The ID card and a stack of other things in the pants pocket were tied together with a rubber band and placed inside a plastic bag. There was a library card, a work permit, and a series of certificates inside. With the exception of being damp and yellow with age, they were actually pretty well preserved.

Fatty flipped the photo over and I saw that it wasn't Uncle Three at all. This corpse's face just seemed to resemble him. There was no doubt that this person must have been Yang Daguang.

Fatty patted me and then put his forehead against mine, "Old foxes don't die so easily. Don't even fucking think about it."

I was so relieved that I felt my legs go weak. I was just trying to calm myself down when Jin Wantang spoke up from the side, "Little Master Three, you look down on me too much. Did you really think I couldn't tell whether this was Master Three's body or not?"

After taking a few deep breaths, I felt all my senses finally return to normal. There was a strong musty odor that was accompanied by an underlying stench. I patted my face and looked down at the corpse's jacket. It looked so similar to my Uncle Three's jacket that I didn't believe it was a mere coincidence.

I soon discovered that the corpse wasn't actually wearing the jacket, but had it placed around its shoulders. Fatty coughed and I realized that he wasn't done speaking.

When I looked at him, he continued, "Don't be too happy. Even though this person isn't your Uncle Three, he may be your Uncle Three's boyfriend." With that said, he handed me a photo.

The old photo must have also been in that pile of documents just now. It was moldy and wrinkled, but I could still make out three people's images in it. They were wearing engineering hats from the 1980s, carrying big bags, and there were mountains in the background. They must have been working on a construction project around the rivers and mountains. The photo was in color, and it showed both Uncle Three and Yang Daguang. The two men stood side by side, holding hands, and there was another person in the distance.