Mingzhao bent over, clutching her empty, aching stomach, and slowly made her way out of the family compound.
She followed Li Hongmei at a distance. The route was somewhat secluded, probably carefully chosen by the other party, and no one noticed them.
Li Hongmei secretly placed the item under the third stone pier by the river. After looking around to make sure it was safe, she picked up a pebble and drew a couple of lines on the pier before leaving.
Mingzhao waited for a while before walking over. She saw an unfamiliar pattern drawn on the stone block, which was probably used for marking communication.
Mingzhao memorized the pattern.
He then painstakingly retrieved the cloth bag from under the stone block.
After confirming that no one was paying attention, she hid in a narrow crevice behind a row of bungalows, and with trembling but unusually nimble fingers, she untied the blue cloth wrapping.
Inside was a stack of neatly folded, uniquely textured paper.
Unfold it and you'll see it's all lines! Precise and intricate lines! On the right is a cross-section! Covered with densely packed data and symbols! This is the blueprint!
Although the drawings were extremely primitive and outdated in her eyes, their unique outlines and the markings such as "J-7 Improved Type," "Air Inlet Optimization," and "Turbofan Parameters" would be extremely sensitive even in this era!
Judging from this internal structure diagram, it should be a fighter jet design! And judging from the annotations, it might be an improvement plan for an existing mainstay model!
It really was a leak!
This so-called "adoptive mother" Li Hongmei and that "adoptive father" Huang Weiguo were actually... spies?
The original owner, Mingzhao, had heard the loudspeaker announcement outside and knew the dangers of spies, which is why she became suspicious of her adoptive parents and chose to secretly follow them, but she was discovered...
The original owner's death was not so simple...
Mingzhao took a deep breath to calm herself down.
Anger was suppressed, replaced by a rapid process of analysis and judgment in the mind:
First, absolutely not! Doing so would be aiding and abetting evil, which violates her most fundamental principles!
Second, we must find a way to report this! We must hand it over to someone in this era who can handle this matter!
Third, ensure her own safety! She is extremely weak and unable to fight against two adults, and she cannot reveal that she has been exposed.
So, who should she entrust it to? The original owner had done this kind of thing many times before, so Li Hongmei and the other person trusted her completely. What could a weak, mute person who never speaks do?
She carefully folded the blueprints and placed them inside her clothes, keeping only the most crucial and illustrative structural diagrams. She clutched them tightly in her hand and hid them deep in the pocket of her worn-out coat.
She haphazardly stuffed some roadside pebbles and withered leaves into the cloth bag, restoring it to its original state.
She continued walking towards the Xiaoqing River, her steps still unsteady, but her eyes were subtly scanning her surroundings.
Just then, her gaze caught sight of a figure under the shade of a tree not far away.
A man, dressed in a bright grass-green military uniform, stood tall and straight like a pine tree. Even just standing there casually, he exuded a calm and steadfast aura.
He was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with a strong, angular face and a taut jawline. He was slightly frowning, his sharp gaze sweeping over the people coming and going at the entrance of the residential compound, as if searching for something, or perhaps just making a routine observation.
His gaze fell on Mingzhao, his brows furrowed, his eyes scrutinizing and pondering...
Mingzhao's experience told her that it was a kind of clear and focused gaze that had been tempered, carrying the vigilance and contemplation of a soldier, but without any sinister or evil intent.
soldier!
Alliance soldiers were once her most reliable protectors. In the fragments of her memory, soldiers of this era also seemed to be... symbols of trustworthiness? At least, a million times more reliable than those two "adoptive parents" who were definitely spies!
A bold plan instantly took shape in her mind.
She took a deep breath, putting on an act of weakness to the extreme. She stumbled and staggered towards the soldier, her steps unsteady, as if she were about to collapse at any moment.
Getting closer and closer...
Just as she was about to brush past the soldier, Mingzhao suddenly stumbled, lost her balance, and fell straight towards the tall figure!
The expected pain of hitting a hard object didn't come. A pair of strong hands firmly supported her shoulders. Those hands were dry, warm, with thin calluses, and contained undeniable strength.
"Comrade? Are you alright?" A deep voice, tinged with concern, sounded above him.
Mingzhao looked up and met a pair of deep, cold eyes. The closer he got, the clearer he looked at the heroic spirit between his brows and his composure.
Her face was deathly pale, with bruises on her forehead from hitting the wall, her lips were cracked, and her eyes were filled with fear and weakness.
Mingzhao appeared weak and feeble, struggling to stand, but in her "panic," she leaned close to the soldier's upper body.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, he secretly and precisely slipped the folded blueprint, which he had been clutching tightly in his hand and hiding at the edge of his pocket, into the pocket of the other man's military uniform jacket under the cover of physical contact!
The movement was so fast it happened in the blink of an eye, and with her swaying body, it looked like an accidental scrape.
Then she waved her hand and shook her head, trying her best to play the role of a pitiful girl who had been abused and was terrified.
Howard's brows furrowed even more. He had been asked by his comrade Minglang to visit his cousin, who was said to be in a bad situation. Minglang didn't have a photo of his cousin, so he gave him a photo of his aunt instead.
The thin, pale, and battered girl before him bore some resemblance to his Aunt Minglang. But her current condition... was worse than he had anticipated...
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