Chapter 245 White Dove

The off-road vehicle sped through the night. Qin Mu held the steering wheel with one hand and dialed the phone with the other.

"Grandma, there's something I might have to trouble you with." His voice was frighteningly calm, and his eyes kept observing the situation in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Meng Anran squatted beside the chair, trying to keep her hands steady and gave Lin Rencheng another acupuncture to stop the bleeding.

She could feel the life draining away from Lin Rencheng's body bit by bit, and warm blood soaked through her fingers.

The car drove as steadily as possible, turned and drove into a hidden road.

In the distance, a dim light flickered from an unremarkable bungalow. As the car stopped, a middle-aged man in a white coat and two assistants came up, pushing a stretcher.

"He was shot in the abdomen and the bullet is still in his body." Qin Mu quickly explained and helped transfer Lin Rencheng to the stretcher.

Doctor John quickly checked the pupils and pulse, his brow furrowed. "The situation is very bad. Excessive blood loss. We can only do our best."

Meng Anran followed the cart into the house and was stopped in front of the operating room door.

The moment the door closed, Meng Anran's legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground. Qin Mu supported her in time and took her to the next room.

"Change your clothes." He handed over a set of clean clothes and softened his voice. "This is grandma's hometown, it's quite secluded. Doctor John is grandma's former student and the best surgeon at the Central Hospital. Don't worry, Lin Lu will be fine."

Meng Anran nodded woodenly. Her emotions had not fluctuated as dramatically as they did tonight in many years.

With Qin Mu by her side to handle everything, her tense nerves were able to slowly relax and regain her composure.

Suddenly remembering something, she took out the blood-stained small square box from her underwear and said, "This was given to me by Lin Lu after he was shot. It was probably because of this thing that he was killed."

Qin Mu stared at the box with serious eyes. Lin Rencheng rushed to the cocktail party to find Meng Anran, and put the evidence in the box in advance. It was clear that he was mentally prepared for not being able to return home alive.

"You change your clothes first, I'll wipe the box." Qin Mu took the box and watched Meng Anran go into the bathroom to clean the blood stains. He tore off a wet towel and wiped the small, flat square box clean.

When the bright red bloodstains were wiped off and the patterns engraved on the box were clearly revealed, he frowned and his eyes became more gloomy.

Meng Anran washed and dressed quickly, as if she was eager to know how big a secret Lin Rencheng had unearthed.

When she returned to the living room, Meng Chenghong was curled up in a corner of the sofa, looking exhausted tonight.

She walked over and patted her brother's shoulder to wake him up, "Xiaohong, go to your room and sleep. Don't catch a cold."

Meng Chenghong opened his eyes dazedly and saw his second sister changed into clean clothes. His mind suddenly became clearer. "Second sister, are you really not hurt?"

"No." Meng Anran pursed her red lips into a gentle smile and ruffled her brother's short hair. "Are you frightened tonight? Go to sleep for a while. I'll wake you up if anything happens."

"Okay." After confirming that his sister was not injured, Meng Chenghong felt relieved. Knowing that his second sister and Brother Mu still had something to discuss, he went to bed obediently.

After the door was closed, Meng Anran walked towards Qin Mu in the corner and asked softly, "What did you find?"

Qin Mu motioned for her to sit down and handed the box to her, "Look at this icon."

On the small square box, which is two fingers wide, there is a concave white dove pattern embossed on it, and a very small "K" is engraved on the lower right corner of the box.

"K again?" Meng Anran frowned slightly, becoming more and more confused about who this "K" was.

First, he tried to sow discord between her and the people around her, and now he has something to do with Lu Pharmaceuticals.

With many doubts, Meng Anran opened the box, and found only a silver coin and a small note inside.

There were three words written on the note - basement.

Qin Mu picked up the silver coin and looked at it carefully. There was an image of a woman with a bun on the front and a string of strange symbols on the back.

There is no special mark on it. It looks like just an ordinary silver coin, similar to a commemorative coin in a scenic spot.

He took out his phone and searched, but couldn't find out which scenic spot it was from.

"Let me see."

Meng Anran reached out and took it, twisting the silver coin with her fingertips. There was no special mark on it, and it felt like pure silver.

She turned on the flashlight on her phone and shone it on the silver coin to observe the pattern on it. In her mind, she quickly determined which century and place the Baotou woman was dressed in.

She turned over the back of the silver coin and stared at the strange symbols in thought for a while. A cold light flashed in her peach blossom eyes.

He looked at the note on the table again.

"What did you find out?" Qin Mu saw that her reaction was not right and guessed that she must have thought of some information.

"I always thought the 'basement' Lin Lu was referring to was the basement in the old Lu Pharmaceutical site where he found the evidence. But..."

She handed the silver coin to Qin Mu and pointed to the symbols on it. "This is an ancient Greek image. This silver coin is from the same collection as the Sphinx in the Bohemia Museum of Art."

Qin Mu's eyes turned cold. "So, the basement Lin Lu is referring to is the basement of the Bogu Art Museum? But we can't enter that kind of place."

Meng Anran sighed secretly, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly thought of someone, "It's not completely without a chance."

She took out her cell phone and called Anderson. "Mr. Anderson, I'm sorry to bother you so late. I have something urgent to discuss with Miss Lillian von Kleist. Could you please give me her contact information?"

Meng Anran had some friendship with Anderson, so she easily got Lillian's contact number.

Anderson was only a curator at the Ria Art Museum, which did not allow him to enter and exit the Museum of Contemporary Art at will.

But Lillian is a descendant of the nobility and the only daughter of a banker. She has a very high status in this capitalist country.

In addition, since Situ Huajian was involved in this matter, I believe Lillian will not stand idly by.

The call was connected shortly after it rang. Lillian's voice was tinged with tears: "Director An, I was just trying to find out what happened tonight!"

Hearing her crying so sadly, Meng Anran's heart trembled, and she asked cautiously: "Is Situ injured?"

It was pointless to ask. She had clearly seen with her own eyes that the bullet had hit Situ Huajian's calf. Kevin had dared to shoot his own cousin. Situ Huajian would not be in any good condition if he fell into those people's hands.

Lillian sobbed and said, "I don't know. Huajian... he disappeared."

Meng Anran's brows knitted together instantly. "How could he be gone? Didn't Kevin take him away?"

"No, the guards searched the entire castle, and both Huajian and Kevin disappeared."

Meng Anran's mind was in a mess, and she pinched her eyebrows tiredly.

Isn't this a business war story? Why is there a suspenseful and weird plot?

The conspiracy seemed to have been woven into a big net, designed to trap her and put an end to all these evils.