"With license plate 01, did this person drive all the way from the capital to Heilongjiang Province just to jump into the river?"

Ruan Xianxian had no intention of meddling in other people's business. Old Li couldn't understand what the young man was thinking, but he couldn't just stand by and watch a vibrant life pass away before his eyes.

He crossed his hands, gripped the hem of his shirt, took off his military green long-sleeved shirt, and ran along the riverbank, seemingly trying to go down and save someone.

Ruan Xianxian was still carrying the washbasin in her hand. She chased after him for a couple of steps but couldn't catch up, so she shouted a reminder:

"Calm down! That person clearly didn't commit suicide. Who takes off their clothes before dying? That would be a gruesome death!"

Old Li: ……

He was subjected to a visual shock before he was even fully awake in the morning, and to make matters worse, some brat was talking to him and leading him astray. Before his mind could even process what was happening, his body had already made an instinctive reaction.

Reminded by Ruan Xianxian's shout, they did indeed become much more awake, and the two stood side by side on the riverbank, staring at each other.

A moment later, a black head popped out of the water, swam a short distance, and then sank again.

So the two of them stood on the bank and watched as the man swam up and down from time to time. Finally, he climbed ashore, dripping wet, and got into the car. After the car had driven a distance, the man got out and jumped back into the river.

Old Li: "That person looks a bit abnormal, just like you."

Ruan Xianxian didn't like hearing that; she was perfectly normal!

Offering their own interpretation, one might say, "Perhaps they are relatives of a martyr who cannot accept the death of their loved one and are coming here with their last hope to find them?"

Knowing that the person hadn't come to jump into the river to commit suicide, both of them calmed down. Old Li squatted on the riverbank with great interest, while Ruan Xianxian took the basin back to wash up.

Today she wore a green shirt tucked into black straight-leg trousers, with a Lenin coat over it. Her dark hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her hands were in her pockets.

As she was leaving, she ran into Old Li, who was driving. He waved to her and said, "Get in the car, or we'll be late making lunch if we don't get into the city soon."

Ruan Xianxian quickly got into the passenger seat. After driving a short distance, her eyes met those of the man who got out of the jeep through the glass.

The two squinted at the same time, then looked away in perfect unison. In just a moment, the two cars passed each other.

As the truck drove away, Miyano walked onto the riverbank, staring calmly at the river, his eyes unfathomable.

With no one else watching him, Miyano had no more worries this time and dived to the bottom of the river to find his target.

Even as the sun rose, Miyano, who had swum to the interception net, still hadn't found any trace of the giant tortoise. However, he unexpectedly discovered a corpse floating there.

—So, when Feng Bai returned from his morning exercise, he lifted the curtain and was met with a scene of corpses scattered all over the ground, and Gong Ye sitting in the middle of the corpses, leisurely drinking water.

Feng Bai pursed his thin lips and called out "Uncle," then focused his attention on the corpses, recognizing at a glance that apart from the two skeletons, the ground was covered with his soldiers.

His eyes were alarmingly red, and he bent over deeply.

They summoned the deputy political commissar and others to help with the burial of their brothers.

Once everything was finally finished and his brothers were properly settled, he suppressed his grief and asked Miyano, who had also straightened up:

"Did Uncle come to deal with that heretic? How did it go?"

With the Feng family's influence, they knew that the organization had a special department composed of capable individuals who specialized in handling supernatural events that ordinary people could not resolve.

He was the first to discover and report the giant turtle underwater. Once the news was submitted, he knew his uncle was coming. He hadn't beaten him up in a year, and his fists were probably itching to punch him.

He lowered his voice and asked in a pleading tone, "Could you please not slap me in the face this time? I'm still on a mission."

He was the same age as his uncle. When he was four, his fear attracted the enemy, his uncle was taken away, and his grandmother was disemboweled by the Japanese soldiers in front of him.

He was temporarily in a state of suspended animation due to a powerful kick from the Japanese soldier and extreme fear. When he awoke, his grandmother, still clinging to life, used her last strength to urge him to go find his grandfather to rescue his uncle.

At the age of four, his memory was not very clear, but he remembered that his grandmother bled a lot, and the basement was filled with glaring red, which represented the lives of his loved ones.

But where could the four-year-old find his grandfather? He could only hold his grandmother's body and cry incessantly. By the time reinforcements arrived, two days had already passed.

My uncle also completely disappeared in the vast sea of ​​people.

No one in his family blamed him, except his father, who treated him even more harshly than his soldiers. It wasn't until he grew older that he realized he was carrying the lives of two of his closest relatives on his shoulders.

So, without his father's supervision, he trained even harder.

Every Lunar New Year's Eve or major holiday, when family members gathered at home, the atmosphere was always silent and suffocating. This situation continued until the year my ten-year-old uncle came back.

Grandpa relinquished authority to Father, and as he spent his days with his younger uncle, a smile gradually returned to his face.

As he recalled this, a familiar pain returned; he had been kicked hard in the waist and abdomen, sending him flying backward, with Miyano's ghostly figure following closely behind.

A knee strike to the lower back, a powerful kick, followed by a 360-degree spin and a downward strike to the lower back...

When he finally landed, he let out a muffled groan as his chin was grabbed and Miyano's face loomed larger and larger before him.

His expression wasn't exactly cheerful, but his tone held a hint of something else: "Go ahead and cry! Aren't you the one who loves to cry the most? Why aren't you crying?"

Feng Bai: ...

That's what makes his uncle so twisted; every time they meet, he not only beats him but also makes him cry.

Don't cry? He can keep hitting you until you cry.

"Uncle! Could you... uh!"

He was halfway through his sentence when a sharp pain in his abdomen made him swallow his words back.

She gritted her teeth, mentally prepared herself countless times, and finally, under Miyano's ambiguous gaze, burst into tears!

"Waaaaah! Uncle, I was wrong, I won't do it again!"

Seeing that he was crying, and crying loudly with his mouth wide open, Miyano finally let go of his hand and casually pulled up a chair to sit down.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Bai's crying stopped abruptly. This was what made his uncle even more perverse. Every time he beat him, he would have at least one legitimate reason, and he had to make Feng Bai say it and correct it.

He really doesn't know what he did wrong!

Having had enough of her nephew's foolish behavior, Miyano kindly offered a reminder:

"I heard that you've been spreading rumors and causing trouble in the regiment, saying bad things about a female comrade who is an enemy agent?"

Seeing Feng Bai's wide, swollen eyes filled with confusion and grievance, he knew he had found the right reason.

The teacher said that you can't hit people for no reason. You must have a legitimate reason to do so, otherwise it's illegal and you'll be arrested and locked up in a dark room.

He disliked the dark room, so before each beating of his nephew, he would find a reason why the nephew needed to be beaten.

"I didn't! I didn't spread it around." Feng Bai's voice was filled with grief and indignation.

Gong Ye sneered, "Ruan Xianxian, female, 18 years old, a well-known good child in the compound, raised by Researcher Yan since childhood, and ranked first in her grade in academic performance."

Despite growing up in a complex environment, he retains a childlike heart.

"Someone your grandfather praised highly, but you've turned him into a spy?"

He found Feng Bai's expression really annoying, so Bangbang punched him twice more.

"Do you know how traitors are created? Apart from those who are born bad, they are all driven to it by people like you who have chilled their hearts."