Xiang Mianmian was a little overwhelmed, and she and her whole family hurriedly searched for it.

As a result, all the big items were there, but she lost her computer design manuscripts, and the few dozen dollars in the small safe she kept in the box were also stolen.

She grabbed her hair and tried hard to recall. She had clearly locked everything in the house before going out!

They searched everywhere, even Zhang Jidi and Xiang Hongqi, who had returned home, saw it, asked about the situation, and quickly helped to search.

In the end, they found nothing. They turned the house upside down, but the stack of papers was still nowhere to be found.

Since he couldn't find it, Xiang Mianmian's first thought was to report it to the police.

But she knew that the police would not believe how important an ordinary person's manuscript was. Such things could not be measured by value.

It is indeed important. Once completed, we will not lag behind others in the computer industry.

It’s not that important to say it’s not important, because this manuscript is just some wild fantasies and has no feasibility of being put into practice.

She hesitated for a while, and finally decided to go to the military district to explain the situation.

I disguised myself before going there and watched out for anyone following me along the way.

No matter what, she can't let this thing disappear inexplicably without reporting it. If it causes losses to the country, she will become a sinner.

She was received by a familiar company commander. As soon as Xiang Mianmian spoke, the company commander immediately realized the importance of the matter.

What a joke! There are many experts here to see the working principles of the six machines modified by the military district. Anyone who looks down on Xiang Mianmian is a fool.

No matter what machine the manuscript was from, Xiang Mianmian must have come to report because something important was lost.

He immediately arranged for someone to secretly investigate what was going on.

Being too high-profile will only harm others. Isn't this just making yourself a target?

Originally, people secretly stole the manuscript just to confirm Xiang Mianmian's ability, but the military district arranged two guards in a high-profile manner, so there was no need to investigate and the confirmation was made directly.

The company commander did not forget to comfort Xiang Mianmian: "I will secretly send someone to protect you. This matter was our negligence."

Xiang Mianmian hadn't expected this to happen. She had always thought she was a nobody. "Thank you, Captain. Will this affect your normal work?"

Meeting her clear gaze, the company commander couldn't help but smile.

He looked at the soldiers training outside the window and said, "Why delay? This is our duty. Just focus on the draft. We'll take care of the rest."

Everyone has different strengths and different divisions of labor.

Smart people like Xiang Mianmian only need to use their brains, and don't worry about reconnaissance, arrests, etc. This is the battlefield they should go to.

We can’t let all their hard training over the years go to waste.

Xiang Mianmian felt relieved, but still said, "If you can find the manuscript, go find it. If you can't, forget it. I have it in my mind, and it won't be difficult to draw another one."

She was afraid that the soldiers would try to get the manuscript back during their pursuit, and she would pay a price to get it back.

If the person who stole the manuscript was the walking 500,000 people she imagined, when they were in desperate situation, they would just be wiped out directly.

It doesn't matter if they are shot into sieves. After all, such people are a waste of air when they are alive, a waste of land when they are dead, and a waste of manpower and material resources when they are half-dead.

Well, if you're worried about wasting bullets, just shoot him dead.

The company commander looked at her, his expression softening. "You, come on, why are you worrying about us?"

It's quite magical. Others rely on them and hope that divine soldiers will come down from the sky to protect them.

Instead, this little girl treated them as mortal beings that could be hurt easily, and she was extremely worried about them.

But this feeling was pretty good, so the company commander didn't say much.

After explaining everything to Mianmian, he quietly went back.

She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but she always felt very safe along the way.

But after looking around, I couldn't see where the person I was protecting was.

Come to think of it, if an ordinary person like her could see through his location at a glance, his hiding skills would be too poor and he would not feel safe at all.

Only after returning home did Xiang Mianmian start to continue drawing.

She didn't lie. She did remember the stolen manuscript, quickly copied the previous design plan, and then found areas for optimization.

It's pretty amazing how redrawing something can be inspired by the first failed attempt.

She began to concentrate, and the people hiding outside also became alert.

The order they received was to protect Xiang Mianmian, record and investigate any suspicious persons approaching, and allow them to shoot in special circumstances.

No doubt, only obedience.

Two of them were ostensibly transferred to the guard room, responsible for patrol and security.

There are also several people who were originally from the family compound, but were only affiliated with the police. After retirement, they were negotiated by the military camp and re-employed in the public security system.

Natives like this are the safest and will not attract attention.

If a lot of people are transferred in suddenly, you can tell at a glance that there is something wrong, but it’s different if a great person hides in the city.

They were already living in a staff housing compound, and they retired for their children when they were only in their forties or fifties. They had both experience and energy, so they were extremely happy.

Being reactivated means being able to continue contributing to the country, which is something we have been longing for.

I was free for the first two days after retirement and felt quite comfortable.

When there was nothing to do later, every day was spent in boredom. It was so uncomfortable and I felt that every minute and every second was torture.

I often fantasized about being called back to work, and hey, today my dream came true.