The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 53: Pretending to Be a Naive Sweetheart

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Pretending to Be a Naive Sweetheart

"Are you also on a road trip?" The middle-aged man seemed enthusiastic, but the few people behind him either had their hands in their pockets or on their lower backs, each with a half-hearted smile.

"Yeah, I’m here on vacation with my girlfriend. The vacation was already short, and now we’re lost. What bad luck." Qinghan used me as a prop again.

I took the opportunity to give him a punch, "It’s all your fault, I told you it’s not this direction, but you wouldn’t believe me."

I punched with force, but Qinghan stood firm without moving, showing no expression of pain on his face at all.

I’ve realized, Professor Chen has the quality of a drama king and his acting skills are top-notch.

"Hahaha... We’re all in the same boat, come over and warm yourself by the fire. Once our guide wakes up, we’ll find the way out of the mountains."

"You’ve got a guide, that’s professional. What’s wrong with him, is he not feeling well?"

"Food poisoning, throwing up and diarrhea, a bit exhausted and needs to rest." The middle-aged man turned around first, leading us towards the bonfire.

On either side of the bonfire were four vehicles parked, two of which were small trucks. It’s unknown what was in the back of the trucks, covered tightly with canvas.

Boss Lu’s men looked more like professional bodyguards, with uniform outfits and weapons, while this group looked more like a bunch of ragtag.

With a bald head, braids, dyed hair, each member had a distinct personality that would not be mistaken from afar.

In front of the bonfire sat four people, with others standing beside their respective cars, and the drivers were all sitting inside the cars.

"Young man, you two are really brave. It’s a good thing you ran into us. Getting lost here can be very dangerous and could cost you your lives!" The person who spoke was an old man, looking about sixty years old. He was dressed differently from the others, wearing a military coat with a retro feel within the group.

"Lack of experience, lack of experience," said Qinghan, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handing one to each of the four seated people.

I hadn’t seen him smoke before, but the cigarette pack was opened, with two missing.

There was no cigarette smell on him, so I figured the cigarettes were also a prop.

I found it quite intriguing, wondering what other small props he had hidden on him.

As the four of them took the cigarettes, their scrutinizing gaze moved from Qinghan’s face to mine.

I blinked, feeling a bit uneasy. To avoid a repeat of the spikey hair incident, I specifically bought a full set of makeup tools when we entered the city today and applied a ’vibrant young girl makeup’ in the car.

Whether I look young or not was secondary, the main thing was to have a healthy complexion.

With this disguise, I gained a bit more confidence when making eye contact with others, but this group likely consisted of ’underground operatives,’ and I wasn’t sure if my makeup could fool their eyes.

"Young lady, don’t be afraid, we are not bad people." The old man in the military coat gestured for us to sit down.

Someone added two small chairs by the bonfire. I took Qinghan’s arm, trying to hide my body behind him.

"I’ve spent too long inside, a bit fearful of meeting strangers." Qinghan playfully pinched my cheek.

I glared at him, afraid he might rub off my blush. One standard of a healthy living person is a rosy complexion, and I had applied a thick layer of peachy blush, any unevenness would spoil the effect.

"Young man, what’s that on your back?" The old man smiled, then shifted his gaze to Qinghan’s back.

"Oh, it’s a Tibetan knife. I saw online that if you don’t buy a Tibetan knife, you haven’t truly visited the Tibetan area. I picked the longest one, just in case of wolves in the wild, for self-defense."

Qinghan could lie effortlessly. He was obviously carrying the treasure sword I gave him, but the sword was wrapped in black cloth, so saying it was an umbrella would probably be believable.

Just then, someone who had discreetly circled to our van earlier returned, standing behind the front of a truck.

From my position, I could only see his side profile. He raised his arm, gesturing towards us.

"Hahaha, young man’s got guts, here, have a drink to warm up," the old man took out a flat, round stainless steel flask from his military coat pocket.

The tomb raiders I knew never used anything from strangers. For example, not one of them smoked the cigarettes Qinghan handed over; they either put them in their pockets or behind their ears.

When they handed things out, it was never a good thing. They sent someone to quietly check our car, wanting to confirm our identities. Once confirmed, they would take action.

The van was full of food and drink, and camping equipment, with the only suspicious items being the two sets of diving gear.

Qinghan took the flask without the slightest hesitation, unscrewing the cap and taking two gulps.

He didn’t worry about poison in the alcohol, committing to the ’clueless sweetheart’ act to the end.

"Young lady, have some chocolate. We have a lot of people, and plenty of food. Don’t be shy," the old man, seeing Qinghan drink the alcohol, took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to me.

"Thank you." I took the chocolate, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into my mouth. Wasn’t it just acting? Who can’t act without a scheming mind?

"Old sir, it’s cold outside, we’ll head back to the car and wait. Please call us when you’re ready to depart." Qinghan wrapped his coat around himself, feigning to be cold.

"Alright, go on, go on." The old man continued to smile, but the three people beside him hadn’t said a word.

Back in the car, Qinghan took out a few tissues, covered his mouth, and vomited, spitting out the alcohol he had consumed.

"I might be slightly affected. You handle the situation as you see fit, but don’t go overboard."

After saying this, he slumped over the steering wheel, motionless. They probably didn’t poison it, but maybe spiked the alcohol with something like knockout drops.

Though Qinghan spat out the alcohol, enough time had passed for his body to absorb some of the drug’s effects.

I understood this, but what did he mean by asking me to handle the situation and not go overboard?

If he fainted, I couldn’t stay alert, no matter what he meant, I’ll play dead too.

So I mimicked his posture, slumping forward with my forehead on the glove compartment, entering a motionless state.

After a few minutes, someone came over, lifting both of us and the two sets of diving equipment out of the car.

Are they planning to kill us and stage it as drowning?

"Lord Qi, why are we bringing them?" When Qinghan and I were placed on the ground, someone with a peculiar accent spoke.

"This area is far from the tour routes. If they are lost, what are they doing with diving gear?" The old man’s tone abruptly changed from charitable to sinister, chuckling coldly.

"Then why not kill them to silence them?" The peculiar accent sounded somewhat familiar.

"Mr. Da Ye, do you remember the second line of the guiding poem that mentions Blood Lake?" The old man asked proudly.