Chapter 246 You Don’t Know Me Well Yet
Meng Anran had no time to think about where Situ Huajian had gone. The most urgent thing was to find the evidence hidden by Lin Rencheng first.
"Maybe I can find Situ Huajian," she said, "but the prerequisite is that you find a way for me to enter the Bogu Art Museum within an hour."
Lillian's crying stopped abruptly. She sobbed and asked, "If I let you in, will you be able to find the flower room?"
Meng Anran pursed her red lips and said, "I promise, I will find him."
Facts have proven that these days, any strength is no match for connections. After two phone calls, Lillian got Meng Anran permission to enter and exit the Art Museum at night.
"I'll go with you." Qin Mu picked up the car keys, knowing that An Xiaoran was now eager to uncover the huge conspiracy behind it.
Besides, they are still in Country A. The longer they stay in this lawless place, the more dangerous it will be.
Just then, the door to the operating room suddenly opened, and John walked out, taking off his mask. "The bullet has been removed, and the patient is out of danger for now. However, he has lost too much blood and is in a deep coma. He needs to be observed for a while."
Meng Anran stood up and asked, "Can you transfer him back to China immediately?"
"He just had surgery, the wound is prone to cracking, and there is slight hypoxia damage in the brain, so it is not suitable for transfer." John told the truth, but he also knew that this place was not absolutely safe.
Once discovered by pursuers, everyone will be in danger, including yourself.
"I can take the injured person for a short distance transfer. Do you have a safer and more appropriate place?"
Qin Mu and Meng Anran looked at each other and fell silent.
Although they are powerful in Beijing, they do not have many connections abroad and it is difficult for them to find a hidden and safe place to stay.
Qin Mu thought about moving Lin Rencheng to his grandparents' house, but after all, Lin Rencheng is now being targeted and may attract new murderous intentions at any time.
He couldn't ignore the safety of his grandparents.
"Maybe someone can help." Meng Anran's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly thought of a certain person, but his expression was no longer happy but more complicated.
Seeing her like this, Qin Mu guessed who she had in mind. His voice was low and lifeless, "Are you sure he will help? We're not sure if he's behind this. If he's the mastermind, handing Lin Lu over to him would be like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth."
"I don't think... it's him." Meng Anran said lightly, picked up her cell phone to make a call. Now she could only try her best.
Every time she dialed this number, the other party would always answer within five seconds, as if they had been waiting for her call.
This time was no exception. The call was quickly connected, and a low and cold voice came from the receiver: "This seems to be the second time you have called me on your own initiative. I hope it won't be something boring anymore."
Without any greetings, Meng Anran said succinctly: "I am in Country A and need a secluded, safe and clean place."
"do what?"
"Tibetan."
The other party chuckled softly, "Sister, you should ask for help in the right manner."
Meng Anran's eyes radiated a bit of coldness, "You taught me that a young lady cannot bow her head."
"You've learned well." Lu Heng's voice sounded happy, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.
After saying this, he hung up the phone.
The next second, a WeChat message popped up on Meng Anran’s phone.
This is the address sent by Lu Heng.
A side note: [No matter what's happening over there, stop all your plans and return home immediately. A helicopter will pick you up at this address in two hours.]
Meng Anran replied: [Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lu, but I think you don’t know me well enough.]
"Go here." She showed Qin Mu the address. "I'll go to the Art Museum by myself. I'll leave Lin Lu and Xiao Hong in your care."
"No." Qin Mu grabbed Meng Anran's slender wrist, his eyes full of undaunted words, "An Xiaoran, either I go with you, or I knock you out and send you back home."
He could accommodate An Xiaoran in everything, but when it came to her safety, he couldn't give in even a little.
Meng Anran was about to persuade Qin Mu when her phone suddenly vibrated. It was Lu Heng who sent another message: "Twenty bodyguards, you are not allowed to take any risks without one. Otherwise, I will crush the Meng family like an ant."
There is also a phone number, which should be the contact information of the bodyguard captain.
Meng Anran felt a strange feeling in her heart. She had always wished that Lu Heng would disappear, but sometimes she could clearly feel his concern for her.
It made her feel conflicted.
"Can you rest assured?" She showed the news to Qin Mu, her tone particularly gentle, coaxing him softly: "Take Xiaohong and Lin Lu and move away first. I promise to be back to reunite with you before dawn."
Qin Mu sighed secretly, put his arm around Meng Anran's waist and held her in his arms, then bent down and kissed her forehead, "Be careful."
*
The Pogoslav Art Museum is quiet and picturesque in the night, and its Gothic spires glow coldly in the moonlight.
When Meng Anran got off the car, Lillian was already waiting at the side door, her white dress standing out in the night.
"You're late." Lillian waved the electronic pass in her hand, and her golden curly hair swayed slightly with the movement.
Meng Anran glanced at her watch and said, "It's the agreed time."
Lillian snorted softly and handed over the card in her hand. "I won't go in with you. I'll stay outside to meet you."
Meng Anran curled her lips and smiled, "Thank you."
The interior of the museum is deeper than expected, and the sound of footsteps echoes on the marble floor.
Meng Anran and his bodyguards walked through several exhibition halls and came to an elevator marked "Staff Only".
Half of the bodyguards were left here to observe the situation, and the remaining ten followed her downstairs.
There are three floors in the basement, and Meng Anran pressed B3 without hesitation.
The elevator slowly descended, and Meng Anran's heartbeat accelerated with the number of floors.
She couldn't help but wonder why Lin Rencheng hid the evidence in such a place and why he left such obscure clues.
With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.
In front of me was a long and narrow corridor with ancient reliefs inlaid on the walls on both sides, and at the end was a heavy metal door.
Meng Anran fumbled with the switch, and the leading bodyguard captain pointed to a conspicuous groove on the embossed door: "Miss, this looks like a keyhole."
The person next to her was shining a flashlight. Meng Anran bent down to take a look. It looked like the coin slot of a claw machine.
She pondered for a moment, took out the silver coin from her pocket and inserted it.
In an instant, the heavy metal door slid open silently.
It seems that she found the right place.
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