Qiu Shui summoned the electronic butler and commanded it, "Play the recording from that day."

The electronic metal sphere spun once under their gaze, and a projection appeared in the air, showing an image of a sofa.

Luo Qiushui sat on the sofa, with a man standing behind her, his face obscured by a dark shadow.

Although Yan Tianqiong couldn't tell the difference between the stranger and Luo Qiushui, he could guess the tense atmosphere from Luo Qiushui's reaction and expression.

The camera pans down to the man's neck, and as his upper body tilts, his clothes tear open slightly, revealing a long scar.

Yan Tianqiong recognized it: "These are marks left by a gunshot wound."

A gunshot rang out, the screen went black, and only the sound of footsteps echoed.

"You shot that person?"

Yan Tianqiong stared intently into Luo Qiushui's eyes, not missing a single trace of her emotions.

Qiu Shui pointed to the round metal sphere in the air. "That's it."

"An electronic butler?...I understand."

"That group of people did come, but they came and failed," Qiu Shui said calmly.

Yan Tianqiong silently pondered the information he had obtained here, while Qiu Shui picked up a book and flipped through it, seemingly forgetting his presence.

The air fell silent for a moment.

A long time passed—

Tick-tock...

Steam rose from the kettle as it boiled water, and another pot of water came to a boil. Qiu Shui awoke and stood up to refill Yan Tianqiong's teacup.

"Thanks."

Yan Tianqiong picked up the teacup, his fingers slowly tracing the smooth bottom of the cup; he seemed to be stuck in a stalemate.

Do you remember any other details?

He asked slowly.

“None of that matters,” Qiu Shui said with a smile.

Yan Tianqiong couldn't discern anything more from her smile. He reached into his pocket, took out a pen, and placed it on the table.

After finishing, he looked up and met Qiu Shui's gaze. Qiu Shui noticed that his eyes were bloodshot.

Yan Tianqiong coughed lightly and said, "These things were all done by a civilian organization. They have weapons and connections, and they are very dangerous. Before the 'Hell Business' came about, this organization detonated an atomic bomb."

An atomic bomb?!

Upon hearing this, Qiu Shui broke out in a cold sweat.

Where did their atomic bombs come from?

She took a sip of tea and asked.

“A month ago, a plane carrying an atomic bomb went missing. Then the atomic bomb appeared on the frontier and exploded.”

Yan Tianqiong spoke calmly, her tone becoming serious, as the room was now somewhat dim.

"It's no wonder that an electronic butler can protect you in a critical moment. But if you didn't have an electronic butler, you would probably be dead by now."

Upon hearing his words, Qiu Shui's mind conjured up the image of Yue Qunshu, and she suddenly had the idea of ​​confessing this matter to him.

“We don’t know what this organization is called yet. Nobody has ever heard of such an organization in Banbu. I know that some organizations in China are very active, but they have never done anything horrific.”

"you mean?"

"It's best not to go out recently." Yan Tianqiong stood up and put away his pen.

This pen should have been useful just now, but he's put it away now.

"If you know more about this organization or its 'hellish business,' please tell me without reservation."

As Yan Tianqiong finished speaking, she drank the last bit of tea in her cup and left.

"Miss, this person is very intelligent."

After he left, the electronic butler landed where he had just been, collected a bit of his skin, and populated it into the database.

"How so?"

Qiu Shui watched his movements, then leaned against the sofa and finished her cup of tea.

He could tell you were lying.

Qiu Shui placed the teacup on the coffee table.

"You analyzed his data?"

“No one can naturally control their heart rate to a calm state unless they do it on purpose,” the butler said.

Qiu Shui rubbed her hair and went into the dormitory room to lie down on the bed.

"What are these things? Why did they enter my life?" she said weakly.

"I will tell Miss Xiao Yu about this as well."

"You see?"

She didn't want to think about these things; the more she thought about it, the more she felt there was a conspiracy involved, and she didn't like getting involved in these matters.

“I have already told Miss Xiao Yu about what happened that day. Miss Xiao Yu said that if you are willing, you can stay in Pingshan, where Ms. Zhang Na will make arrangements for you.”

"Aunt Zhang Na..."

The name Qiu Shui Nan Nan conjures up an image in my mind of a woman dressed in clean clothes, with bullets hanging from her body and a gun in her hand.

Pingshan is a military city where everyone has combat skills, and Aunt Zhang Na's combat skills are even more off the charts than her sister's.

“It’s definitely safer there than here.” Qiu Shui sat up and found two crumpled plane tickets in the cabinet.

"But we have to set off before we even get there."

She waved the ticket in her hand.

"Before you set off, Miss, there's one thing you need to consider: Hughes City is not a safe zone. It has a large population, but crime and theft are rampant in that city."

"Should we prepare a gun?" Qiu Shui asked.

The butler sent a denial message.

"You should make the arrangements."

Qiu Shui put away her plane ticket, picked up her books and went outside. As she passed the coffee table, she suddenly noticed a pen lying on the sofa.

Yan Tianqiong didn't take the pen with her?

She walked over, picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and asked the housekeeper, "Is this a voice recorder?"

The butler scanned the pen.

"no."

"Did he deliberately leave the pen behind?"

Qiu Shui looked at the pen, but found no difference between it and an ordinary pen. After putting it in the drawer, she went to do her work.

-

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the end of April has arrived. Qiu Shui stands in Banbu Airport.

"Sorry, your flight has been cancelled due to weather conditions," the service robot said, standing in front of Qiu Shui.

"Can you tell me what the weather is like in Banbu today? Is it raining or snowing? Is there a typhoon or the plum rain season?"

Could it be an earthquake?

"Sorry, we don't know."

The service robot said apologetically.

"All right."

Qiu Shui tore the ticket in her hand into pieces, threw it into the trash can, and turned to walk out.

"Miss, I've called for a flying car."

The electronic butler floats in the air.

"Where?"

"Underground parking lot, section C".

...

Upon entering the underground parking lot, the white Olaf was parked in a corner. Sensing them, Olaf drove over and stopped in front of them.

After getting into the car, Qiu Shui manually drove it out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

"Let's go to the train station now."

Qiu Shui drives by swinging the handle.

A few seconds after they left, a black speeding car drove out of the underground parking lot and headed in the direction the car in front had gone.

There was a man sitting in the car. He was a 47-year-old retired policeman who was now employed by small organizations to earn a meager income.

This morning, someone told him to follow this white speeding car. He didn't know the people in the car, nor did he know who he was working for.

His job was to kill the people in the car in front of him. Before arriving here in the morning, he had already scouted the road conditions and planned an escape route.