When we arrived at the county public security bureau, it was already past six o'clock in the evening, and only the staff on duty remained.

When Officer Zhang saw An Moxue arrive at this time, his heart trembled. It was because all the major cases in the past six months had either been discovered by An Moxue or involved her. She had gloriously topped the list of important figures in the county public security bureau's cases and maintained her position firmly.

"Brother Zhang, are you on duty tonight?"

"Comrade An, what case brings you here at this hour?"

"Yes, is anyone still on duty?"

"What's wrong?"

"I'll need someone to go and talk to Director Li. This case is very important."

When Xiao Zhang heard her say that, he knew that the case was not simple. Since they were all old acquaintances, he didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, I'll tell Brother Wu, then I'll go find the director. Please wait a moment, Uncle Ma."

"Okay, let's sit down on the bench next to us as we talk."

......

When Director Li returned to the Public Security Bureau, An Moxue was fast asleep on a bench.

Director Li looked at Old Ma, who chuckled and said, "He must have been busy traveling yesterday and today, and fell asleep as soon as he stopped."

An Moxue sat in the chair at the police station, not daring to sleep too soundly. When Old Ma spoke, she vaguely heard the voice, then opened her eyes, stood up, and said, "Uncle Li, this time I've discovered a major case."

"Come on, let's talk in my office."

Once inside the office, An Moxue didn't waste any words and recounted everything she had seen and heard in the forest.

Director Li pondered for a moment and said, "I didn't expect the projectionist at this movie theater to be so well hidden. We don't have enough police force here, so we have to ask the military for support, otherwise it will be difficult to arrest so many people."

"I think this group of people are all veterans. They speak to each other very familiarly, so they must be a group that has often cooperated before. They probably have a lot of tacit understanding." An Moxue recalled the situation she saw and analyzed it.

“Old tomb raiders all know some martial arts and have a lot of jungle experience, which makes the capture more difficult. We must have a meticulous plan and we can’t be short of people,” Uncle Ma suggested.

"Alright, Mo Xue, I'll send two skilled trackers with you into the mountains first. They'll be mainly responsible for surveillance. Once the rest of the team arrives, we'll make the arrest in one fell swoop. You two sit here and wait for a bit. I'll go find the men." After saying this, Director Li left the office.

Only An Moxue and Old Ma were left in the office. An Moxue asked the question that had been bothering her.

"Uncle Ma, tell me, I've been to this projectionist's house many times, but I haven't found a single clue. Our Public Security Bureau has also been monitoring him. How did he manage to stay hidden for so long?"

"Maybe it was exposed the first time you went to his house. Have you thought about that possibility?"

An Moxue was stunned. Thinking about it, it made sense. At that time, she was just acting on impulse and recklessness, without any experience. If the other party was a seasoned infiltrator, then she was no different from a child in front of him. Especially after taking things from his house, a normal person should have called the police. But he acted as if nothing had happened, without even a change in expression. This was the biggest flaw. Maybe she was even being used by the other party.

"Did you figure out the flaw?" Old Ma asked, seeing her thoughtful expression.

"I've got it, Uncle Ma. I think they're all experts. There really are always people more skilled than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. I still need to practice and learn."

"It's not the mistakes that are scary, it's making mistakes without even realizing it, or knowing they're wrong but not correcting them. This is just a small mistake; just be more careful next time. Progress comes from recognizing your shortcomings time and time again and then trying again. Keep up the good work!"

"Hmm. Uncle Ma, what do you think they're looking for after going to all that trouble of manpower and resources?"

"Who knows! There are always some people who are self-righteous, investing money, effort, and manpower, only to end up with nothing. In the end, it's all for nothing. Many things depend on fate; you can't just have what you want."

An Moxue felt that Uncle Ma knew something; his words were loaded with meaning, but he seemed unwilling to say it.

She sat down next to Uncle Ma and looked out the door.

Old Ma knew from her furtive look that she had something to ask him again.

He spoke first: "What are you doing? Sneaking around like that. Be careful, the walls may be listening."

Well, An Moxue originally wanted to ask him how much he knew about the shamanism that was so prevalent in the North, but now it seems she can forget about asking him. The cautious old man is indeed worthy of being a scout!

"No, Uncle Ma, you've misunderstood. I'm just hungry. I'm sorry, but I wanted to ask you where I can get something to eat so late at night. I've been eating this all day, and it was food I ate right when it was just getting light."

After saying that, he immediately looked weak and powerless from hunger.

It's true that I was trying to save face, and it's also true that I was hungry.

Seeing her like this, Old Ma knew that what she originally wanted to ask was definitely not this. She also seemed genuinely hungry, so he felt a little sorry for her and said, "Go down and ask the people on duty. They usually keep some food on hand. Go and try your luck."

"Never mind, I'll just go hungry!" he said pitifully, then pulled out two White Rabbit milk candies from his pocket, handed one to Old Ma, and popped the other into his own mouth.

Old Ma took the milk candy, put it in his mouth, and muttered under his breath, "Little devil."

An Moxue didn't hear clearly and asked, "Uncle Ma, what did you say?"

Old Ma said irritably, "I said you can pour yourself a glass of water!"

An Moxue seized the opportunity, "Uncle Ma, would you like a drink?"

"drink."

......

Director Li returned quickly, followed by two other people. After entering, he said to An Moxue, "Moxue, I'll have to trouble you to take them into the mountains tonight after you get back. Once you've taken them there, you can come down the mountain."

An Moxue was envious when she saw that the two men were carrying long guns. She tentatively asked, "Uncle Li, I am also very skilled in martial arts. Could I stay on the mountain to assist you in the capture?"

Director Li thought for a moment and said, "We must obey the organization's arrangements and not act on our own."

“Sure, no problem at all. Could you also provide me with a gun? I promise I’ll hand it in immediately after the mission is complete.”

"I think you're just after this gun!" Old Ma bluntly exposed her little scheme.

Director Li recalled what Zhang Jing had told him last time he came, and he hesitated before saying, "It's not that I can't give you a gun, but the key question is whether you know how to drive it?"

An Moxue blurted out, "What kid who grew up in the military compound doesn't know how to shoot? Uncle Li, don't worry, I'm a pretty good shot."

"I can provide you with a gun, but you have to promise me that you will try your best not to fire it, and even if you do fire it, you can't kill anyone. Can you do that?"

"Yes." The answer was crisp and decisive.