Zhang Yiyuan received me kindly.

In the face of my interview, he was calm and composed.

He appeared very upright and righteous.

I pretended to be calm and asked him:

"Dean Zhang, it is said that there are traces of illegal theft in the Cheng Yangli tomb that was discovered. Is that true?"

When the tomb chamber of Cheng Yangli was discovered, it was not intact.

Several places had almost collapsed.

The experts in the institute told me that it was deliberately damaged by humans.

Zhang Yiyuan put on a look of deep regret:

"Yes, our institute has confirmed that it was done by some illegal tomb raiders. When they were stealing cultural relics, they triggered certain mechanisms, which caused the collapse of some parts of the tomb chamber.

"There were many cultural relics inside the tomb, and they suffered devastating damage as a result."

The more he talked about the extent of the tomb chamber's destruction, the more agitated he became.

Finally, even in front of me, he vehemently condemned the tomb raiders:

"Their actions are outrageous, a disgrace to history and to their own country!"

I politely smiled and watched his performance without showing any emotions.

But deep down, I sneered at him inwardly. This old man seemed quite enthusiastic about scolding himself.

However, suddenly, his facial expression changed slightly, and he stared at my face with a strange look in his eyes.

After carefully examining me for a moment, he pointed to the photo on the table and said:

"Reporter Lin, you bear some resemblance to her!"

The photo he was referring to was the facial reconstruction of the female corpse.

Lin Jun and the reconstruction looked exactly the same.

And I bore a resemblance to Lin Jun by about thirty to forty percent.

"Yes, I was startled when I first saw it too."

I nodded, met his gaze, and smiled in response:

"Perhaps it's fate."

Destiny allowed me to see my sister once again.