Chapter 892: Voluntary

Bang.

The door to the interrogation room was slammed shut with force, and Wang Zhuang, handcuffed to the interrogation chair, couldn't help but shudder all over.

"Wang Zhuang, you remember me, right..."

After the assistant's routine questioning, the interrogator opened his mouth with a smile.

Wang Zhuang said uneasily, "I remember. After I committed the crime, you were the one who interrogated me."

"Mm, we have an old relationship, so I'll reveal a bit of news to you." The interrogator looked at Wang Zhuang, his hand pressing on a thick, prop-level case file. "I have a document here for you to see."

As he spoke, someone from the side of the iron bars handed a thin sheet of printed paper to Wang Zhuang.

Wang Zhuang looked down and saw that one-third of the printed paper was covered in red handwriting and red lines. In the middle, below the red text and red lines, was a line of bold, black text—"Work Plan on Deepening the Crackdown on Cultural Relic Crimes."

Wang Zhuang felt a wave of discomfort in his heart, followed by a wave of relief. He forced a smile. "Government, I'm already in prison. Even if you crack down, you can't crack down on me."

The interrogator was full of rare elements: "Can't crack down on you? Can't crack down on your uncle? Can't crack down on your younger brother? Do you want all your relatives to reunite in prison?"

Wang Zhuang: "Ah... this... they haven't committed any crimes either..."

"Take a good look at the very top. Which unit issued the red-headed document?"

Wang Zhuang whispered, "Ningtai County..."

Interrogator: "Remembered anything?"

How could Wang Zhuang forget? Although he hadn't met Jiang Yuan in person, Jiang Yuan's name echoed in his ears and resonated in his mind almost every few days.

Wang Zhuang took a deep breath: "Jiang Yuan of Ningtai, his murderous aura is surging."

The interrogator nodded slowly. "Understand now?"

"I... I really don't understand. Government..." Wang Zhuang felt he shouldn't be nervous, but he was. He couldn't help but whisper, "My home isn't in Ningtai either. Their Ningtai County cracking down on cultural relic crimes has nothing to do with us..."

"Are you saying you were caught in Ningtai County?" the interrogator said lightly. "Look at the content of the document. Did they say the scope of the deepening crackdown is Ningtai County?"

Wang Zhuang shook his head blankly.

"No. That means nationwide," the interrogator said.

"Ah... this..." Wang Zhuang was slightly surprised, but immediately recalled what he had seen and heard in prison and suddenly felt it was reasonable.

The interrogator felt the groundwork was sufficient. Considering there were tasks ahead, he threw a straight ball. "The Yong Wang tomb in Shannan Province was robbed before the archaeological team moved in. Team Jiang is now responsible for the excavation work of the Yong Wang tomb. After discovering this situation, he was very unhappy, so he decided to crack down on cultural relic crime cases."

The interrogator stared at Wang Zhuang for a few seconds and continued, "Don't tell me you don't know what the Yong Wang tomb is. You are an old hand in this industry. Prison allows you to watch TV, read newspapers, and make phone calls. The excavation of such a large tomb might be unknown to outsiders, but it's impossible for you not to know."

Wang Zhuang smiled bitterly. "I only know the basics. I knew the Yong Wang tomb was a newly discovered tomb, but I really didn't know Team Jiang went to excavate it... I really didn't know about this. If I had known... how would I have dared..."

"Stop talking nonsense." The interrogator looked at him with disdain and said in a slow, pressured tone, "In short, Team Jiang has put down the word: until the Yong thieves are eliminated, the crackdown will not stop."

Wang Zhuang was stunned. "What does this mean?"

"It means exactly what it says. Until the items from the Yong Wang tomb are found, the personnel cracking down on cultural relic crimes will not return." The interrogator closed the folder in front of him and announced the end of the interrogation.

Wang Zhuang became anxious. "We didn't know what the Yong Wang tomb was before; this name is new. Even if someone robbed the tomb there, they couldn't have boasted about this name back then... And I really haven't heard of anyone robbing a large tomb here."

"The number of stolen cultural relics is small, and the economic value is not very high, but they have high archaeological value, so..." The interrogator stood up, looked at Wang Zhuang, and said, "Team Jiang is already collecting tomb-robbing cases everywhere. I heard that your area is also within the scope of collection."

Wang Zhuang stared blankly at the interrogator. "He can't... No... Didn't you say the economic value isn't high? It's not worth it... It's unnecessary..."

The news spread rapidly.

In less than half a day, photos of the red-headed document began to circulate in some private groups.

I don't know how many tomb-robbing gang leaders put down their 47K temporary girlfriends in their arms, clutched their phones, and fell into deep thought.

"Is anyone willing to surrender voluntarily?"

In the Ritz-Carlton suite, the pockmarked Uncle Ma lay naked on the bed, the Tencent Meeting software open on his phone, his voice sounding as gloomy as if it were coming from a tomb.

A group of tomb robbers squatted in the software with small accounts, falling into silence for a moment.

They were all here to participate in the transaction today, but at the end of the meeting, Uncle Ma read the red-headed document "Work Plan on Deepening the Crackdown on Cultural Relic Crimes" issued by Ningtai County to everyone, which silenced the somewhat heated scene on the spot.

"This isn't a joke. Who would be willing to surrender?" A middle-aged voice came out, also sounding solemn.

Uncle Ma said "Mm," and said, "If you don't surrender, Jiang Yuan is going to sweep the tomb-robbing cases."

"Let him sweep." Someone chuckled twice.

"Hua Douzi didn't come." Uncle Ma suddenly said something out of the blue and asked, "Who knows where he went?"

"He said he was coming," someone whispered.

Uncle Ma sneered. "He said he was coming, that's right. I heard that too. But the news I heard tonight is that he's been caught."

"Ah? Hua Douzi committed a crime? Where did you get the news?" In the meeting software, several avatars lit up at once.

Uncle Ma curled his lips. "Old Hui went to collect goods from him and almost didn't come back. The Ningtai police went directly to his door to arrest him."

"Ah?"

"What?"

The meeting software was flashing.

"Do you really think you group of old farmers are working seamlessly? They just didn't have the time." Uncle Ma paused. "I heard that the team of Ningtai's Jiang Yuan has dozens of people just newly recruited. Hua Douzi's uncle and nephew are also going in."

"This..."

"Too fast, right."

"Not necessarily."

Uncle Ma sat up and said slowly, "I have a suggestion. Since none of you present have robbed that Yong Wang tomb... let's report it. Whoever has relevant clues, report him!"

"This..."

In the meeting software, it suddenly fell silent.

"I started it, I'll say it first." Uncle Ma had already made a decision. He coughed twice and said, "I remember two years ago, I saw a piece of porcelain that had the same shape as the Yong Wang tomb..." ===== CHAPTER 893 =====