Through the crisscrossed tunnel piled high with grains and water, built like an underground defense structure, Jill quickly found the place where the three mysterious people buried the 'treasure'; in the narrow passage, a giant bag lay quietly on the ground.
Jill and Bu's eyes lit up simultaneously, "Jill, shall we open it?"
"Of course!"
The two clumsily untied the ropes, but what emerged first from the bag was not dazzling gold but a young girl with a face pale as a sheet and eyes tightly closed. Both let out a scream, retreating as if they'd seen a ghost.
"Ahhh! Jill, this is not treasure!"
"Of course I know, dear God, this must be a murder! Martha above, it happened right under her nose, Heaven knows, I didn't do anything!"
"Bu, pull me up, my legs have turned to jelly."
"Jill, me too. It's not just my legs; even my back has turned to jelly." Bu said with a mournful expression, having never seen a dead person before in his life.
