As the lights flickered, three men clad in black were seen surreptitiously approaching Su Qian's grave.
"Brother Qin, the one leading is Su Qian's uncle, Su Youde. The guy next to him should be the village chief's son; we saw him during the day," Fatty Qi whispered.
"What do you think they're up to? Don't tell me they're really going to—?"
Fatty Qi's expression tensed. "Should we just rush out there and catch them red-handed?"
"Shh." Qin Lin shot Fatty Qi a glance and remained still, continuing to watch. If they wanted to catch someone in the act, what would it count for if they hadn't even started?
Of course, he hadn't forgotten to have Fatty Qi take out the infrared camera they had prepared earlier. Fatty Qi secretly pressed the record button.
"This should be it." After arriving at the grave, Su Youde glanced around and muttered, "I remember it clearly. That damned bastard buried her urn right here during the day!"
