The wild pigeon's small body suddenly swelled up, then slowly returned to its original size, but its eyes were sharp and bright, like those of an eagle.
Yan Xiaonan chose the strongest wild pigeon, which flapped its wings and slowly descended.
It landed steadily in Yan Xiaonan's palm, and a rubber band with a plastic bag attached to its leg.
"Remember my scent, go, find my family." Yan Xiaonan transmitted her aura.
Yamamoto was initially startled by the sudden appearance of a flock of birds, but later saw pigeons circling around Yan Xiaonan.
His heart pounded. He could even summon birds; he was truly a celestial being descended to earth. What should he do? Was it too late to appease him?
The wild pigeons, carrying Yan Xiaonan's scent, spread their wings and flew high, rapidly flapping their wings towards the other side of the sea.
Yamamoto knew he should intercept it, but he didn't dare. Since Yan Xiaonan dared to pass on information right in front of him, he must have a backup plan.
Yan Xiaonan had no backup plan. Her special ability told her that Yamamoto was hesitant to act against her.
That's why she resorted to this desperate measure; it was just taking a risk. Watching the pigeons fly further and further away, she knew she had succeeded.
Turning his head, he glanced sideways at Yamamoto and said, "Let's go."
Yamamoto finally regained his composure and told himself that the other person was just a pregnant woman, not a god, and there was no need to be afraid.
After this self-comforting exercise, Yamamoto straightened his back, but the observant Yan Xiaonan still noticed his timidity.
A Toyota sedan was parked on the forest path. Yan Xiaonan felt a little ashamed when he saw this old-fashioned car.
Have island nations become so wealthy that this car can easily outperform their own company's Santana?
Yamamoto quickly took two steps and opened the back door of the car with great courtesy: "Please."
Yan Xiaonan, clutching her large pregnant belly, slowly entered the car and sat up straight.
After Yamamoto closed the car door, he got in from the other side. The car slowly started moving, and the driver was even worried about Yan Xiaonan's big belly.
"Ms. Yan, when will your child be born? Should we have a doctor take a look?" Yamamoto asked with concern.
Yan Xiaonan nodded. She lacked knowledge about prenatal and postnatal care and needed a professional to provide her with information in this area.
Furthermore, in a last resort, she plans to give birth within the space to prevent the child from being detained.
Seeing Yan Xiaonan nod, Yamamoto wondered if Yan Xiaonan would listen to them if they were to take care of the child.
The two men sat upright, each harboring their own secrets, while the driver in front was already sweating profusely; the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive.
The car had been driving for an unknown amount of time when it suddenly slowed down, and Yan Xiaonan's consciousness began to wander.
"Yokosuka"—Yan Xiaonan could read the three characters, but she didn't understand where she was.
There were checkpoints at the entrance. After passing through several checkpoints, the car finally stopped in front of a wooden house.
Stepping into the wooden house, you are greeted by a strong sense of island life: neat tatami mats, a large coffee table, and warm lighting.
Yan Xiaonan pointed to her belly, her meaning clear: how could she sit cross-legged with such a large belly?
Yamamoto nodded repeatedly: "Ms. Yan, please feel free to lie down or recline. This is your temporary home."
Oh, so this is for their own living. It seems to be in pretty good condition. I wonder what they're really up to.
Is it better to force myself to grow rice paddies, or to dissect myself for research? And what about the children? I wonder if there will be any danger.
Yan Xiaonan pointed to the camera in the corner: "Private life should not be disturbed. You can install it outside the door."
Yamamoto was somewhat reluctant; he just wanted to see Yan Xiaonan's private life, otherwise what was the point of his research?
This Yan Xiaonan is really clueless. She actually thinks she's here as a guest. But since you're pregnant, this is a rare research opportunity for you.
Yan Xiaonan wouldn't budge an inch; she needed at least some privacy, especially since she was pregnant.
After arguing for a long time, the two finally agreed that no cameras would be installed in the bathroom, but the number of cameras in other areas would be halved.
Yan Xiaonan lay half-reclined on the tatami mat, squinting as he rested, but his mind was focused on the technicians as they dismantled the half-finished camera.
Goodness, in a room of just a few dozen square meters, nearly a dozen cameras were removed, making it absolutely surveillance without blind spots.
Yan Xiaonan was furious. After the restroom technician came out, she went in and slammed the door shut.
He turned off the bathroom light, then took out a phone from his pocket, turned on the video recording function, pointed the camera at the wall, and moved it little by little.
Especially around electrical outlets, corners, air conditioner vents, as well as around toilets, bathtubs, and ceilings.
The inspection revealed nothing amiss, but Yan Xiaonan knew that relying solely on this method for detection wasn't very reliable. What if the camera didn't emit infrared light? Wouldn't that be just making things up?
But when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head; Yan Xiaonan could only be careful in everything she did.
Time flew by. Yan Xiaonan, who was enjoying good food and drink every day, remained outwardly calm, but she began to feel anxious inside.
She didn't know if Wild Pigeon's letter had been delivered, nor did she know what Yamamoto was plotting.
Every day, a woman from an island nation comes here to prepare three meals a day for herself, as well as to clean and tidy up, and even do laundry and fold blankets.
Obstetricians even provided them with information on what to pay attention to during and before pregnancy, how to have a smooth delivery, and what to do after childbirth.
Not only did he speak eloquently, but he also drew a flowchart and provided sophisticated exercise equipment.
To be honest, Yan Xiaonan was truly impressed by their dedication and extensive professional knowledge.
After each class, Yan Xiaonan would use her consciousness to enter her own space and prepare a delivery room for herself, along with all the necessary items for childbirth.
There are many things lacking, especially equipment. There is a pharmacy in the space, but the pharmacy does not have the equipment needed for childbirth.
Yan Xiaonan could only prepare a nursery and all the things the baby needed.
That's much easier. The children's section in the supermarket has everything, including clothes, bedding, formula, bottles, and diapers.
Yamamoto watches the screen every day, taking notes. He can see when Yan Xiaonan gets up or goes into the bathroom, but he can't actually see that.
Yan Xiaonan, who came out of the restroom, had clearly washed up; there were no signs of sleep on her face, and even her hair was neatly combed.
Whether Yan Xiaonan is eating, taking a walk, taking a nap, or reading, Yan Xiaonan is always in Yamamoto's eyes and heart.
One day, the obstetrician told him that Yan Xiaonan was nearing her due date and, because they were twins, she would definitely be born prematurely.
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