Corpse Recovery Diver

The rest of the clothes, many are worn only once before being put away.

It's not that Alii doesn't wear old clothes, but because Liu Yumei likes to design clothes. If a piece of clothing is worn for a long time, her designs have no place to shine.

In this regard, Liu Yumei has a bit of a perfectionist complex. Every outfit her granddaughter wears must have corresponding accessories and hairstyles.

Every time she changes outfits, she has to do a complete overhaul.

After washing up, Li Zhiyuan walked into the east room somewhat sheepishly.

Liu Yumei glared at the young man, implying: You're such a troublesome kid.

Li Zhiyuan took the comb from Liu Yumei's hand and, as per her instructions, started combing Alii's hair.

Liu Yumei went to find new accessories.

The white dress was changed to a black one, exuding elegance and grandeur.

After breakfast, Li Zhiyuan and Alii went fishing.

The young man held the girl's hand, using the "Qin's Jiao Observation Method" to observe the concentration of fish on the river surface, and then selected the most suitable fishing spot.

If he still felt the fish weren't biting fast enough, Li Zhiyuan could use the "Liu's Qi Observation Technique" to wave his hand in front of him, altering the Feng Shui of the area, attracting the fish underwater.

Feng Shui masters and fishing enthusiasts, upon seeing this scene, might just cough up blood.

There were simply too many fish caught.

Li Zhiyuan released many of them, then carried enough for the family to have fish soup for a meal and returned home with Alii.

Upon returning home, they saw Li Weihan standing there.

"Little Yuanhou, here's a letter from your mother."

"A letter for me?"

"Yes, your mother still thinks of you."

Ever since the household registration issue occurred, Li Sanjiang had placed Li Lan in the same category as his "brothers."

In front of Li Sanjiang, Li Weihan and Cui Guiying did not dare to mention Li Lan either.

But the elderly, they always like to smooth things over, hoping for family harmony, even if it's just on the surface.

Li Zhiyuan accepted the envelope, unclear why Li Lan would send him a letter.

Li Weihan also handed over some money: "This is from your mother."

Li Zhiyuan pushed the money back.

"Grandpa, Grandmaster would be unhappy if he found out."

"You could..."

"I won't deceive Grandmaster over this."

"Sigh, alright then."

Li Weihan knew that the child still resented his mother.

The one thing Li Lan was better at than those ungrateful uncles was that Li Lan didn't rely on the family, regularly sending alimony and holiday gifts.

When Li Zhiyuan started school in Nantong, it also covered tuition and living expenses.

Yes, even now, Li Lan regularly sends money.

But Li Sanjiang forbade Li Zhiyuan from taking the money, and Li Zhiyuan himself didn't want it.

In Li Sanjiang's view, those ungrateful uncles at least maintained a facade of cordiality, spoke nicely; whereas Li Lan, although she gave a lot of money, seemed devoid of warmth.

If the child truly lacked clothing, food, or money for school, they might have accepted the mother's kindness, but since he could provide for the child, refusing her money, the child would have more justification to blame the mother in the future. After working hard to earn money and ensuring basic needs are met, isn't the ultimate aim peace of mind?

After Li Weihan left, Li Zhiyuan opened Li Lan's letter.

There were no words inside, just a folded printed picture.

Unfolding it revealed a corner of a landscape, seemingly cut out from some lunar calendar art.

But the annotation in the bottom right corner remained… Beautiful Ji'an.

Li Zhiyuan's mind raced.

He believed that he could definitely figure out the answer.

This belief was based on their mutual trust in each other's intelligence.

Li Zhiyuan had never been to Ji'an, and the only keywords he could currently associate with this beautiful border town were two.

One, it was one of the nine secret coordinates recorded on bamboo slips.

The other was Mr. Luo.

When Mr. Luo was young, he participated in a highly confidential civil defense project there, where he encountered ancient Korea's enigmatic presence.

Li Lan knew about his relationship with Mr. Luo.

So, was she giving him an early hint?

Li Zhiyuan didn't dwell any further on the letter since he knew news would surely follow soon.

The news arrived the next day, brought personally.

Several government vehicles drove into Si Yuan Village, arriving at Li Sanjiang's house.

The scene left Li Sanjiang at a loss.

Mr. Luo personally came. Since leaving the school, his status had risen rapidly. When he arrived, local leaders accompanied him.

Xue Liangliang was also in the car. After getting out, he smiled at Li Zhiyuan, like a lazy little fish caught in the act.

"Xiao Yuan, get in the car."

Li Zhiyuan was called into the car by Mr. Luo.

Mr. Luo turned to Tan Wenbin standing beside him.

"Tan… Tan, you also get in the car."

"Oh, okay."

Li Zhiyuan reminded: "Teacher, that Lin Shuyou is also from our school, our classmate; we participated in the internship together."

"Hmm, let him get in the car too."

Thus Lin Shuyou also got in the car.

Mr. Luo came here for a meeting, but during the meeting, he received a notification. This notification made his emotions somewhat unstable, and he ignored some of the formalities on the spot.

Everyone first drove to the city for a communal meal, and after Mr. Luo's meeting ended in the afternoon, he ordered tea downstairs at the hotel and everyone gathered on the sofa.

Mr. Luo lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag.

Everyone could tell that Mr. Luo was preoccupied, but only Li Zhiyuan guessed what it was about.

The young man could understand Mr. Luo's current mood. Back then, he was just an ordinary investigator, limited by authority, knowing little about the event that he remembered his whole life. But now, with his current status, if he could re-engage in this matter, the mystery lingering in his heart would have a chance to be solved.

That place was Mr. Luo's white moonlight.

The power of white moonlight was that it didn't fade with time but instead grew brighter, embellished with more filters of beauty.

Mr. Luo extinguished the cigarette and cleared his throat, his eyes showing a hint of reminiscence, which then transformed into a firm resolve. With a tone of both apprehension and excitement, he said:

"The higher-ups have decided to restart the Ji'an 572 People's Defense Project!"