"Dad, I left a bracelet in the lab. Could you go get it for me? The data inside is very important."
Number Ten looked at the man in front of him and said.
The man didn't suspect anything and turned back to the research lab.
Then Number 10 tugged at her mother's clothes and said, "Mom, I want to eat the cake Qiuqiu made."
"Oh, do you really want to eat it?"
The woman half-squatted down and asked.
Number 10 nodded, his gaze calm yet earnest, and said:
"I won't go if I can't get the food."
"Then don't run around, okay? Drink your milk and wait for Mom here."
After the woman finished speaking, she quickly walked into the research room. She trusted Number Ten completely, as there was still one floor upstairs before she could leave, and Number Ten didn't have the authority to do so.
They hadn't gone in more than a few steps when they ran into Ye Qiuling.
"Doctor, why are you back?"
Ye Qiuling feigned doubt.
The woman looked at the cake in her hand. "It's for the 10th, so give it to me."
"Okay, sure."
Ye Qiuling nodded with a smile.
The woman turned her head and muttered about why the man had been holding the things for so long, completely unaware of Ye Qiuling behind her.
She suddenly electrified me.
Products from number ten are guaranteed to be of the highest quality.
Ye Qiuling looked at the pen in her hand and sighed.
I silently counted for a while.
She estimated that Number 10 had already run far away, and pressed the button without hesitation.
Bang!
The base was instantly destroyed, the ground shook violently, and a section of the ground collapsed with a thud, creating a large crater.
The black smoke slowly drifted into the sky, and Number Ten stood there in a daze not far away.
Her eyes widened slightly, and she suddenly ran towards the base.
The bomb was very powerful; the basement was completely destroyed, and the surface soil collapsed with the explosion.
Number Ten, a small figure, knelt on the ruins, reaching out without hesitation to dig into a pile of rubble, her voice trembling with fear, almost a sob: "Qiuqiu..."
After experiencing intense pain, Ye Qiuling suddenly found herself standing next to Number Ten.
She tried to touch Number Ten but passed right through her body.
Seeing the panic on her fair face, Ye Qiuling felt a pang of sympathy.
I'm sorry, sister, I couldn't keep my promise.
"Qiuqiu is a bad guy... Qiuqiu lied to me..."
Number Ten finished speaking expressionlessly, tears welling up in his eyes. He squatted helplessly on the ruins, his hands covered in cuts from digging through the stones.
Suddenly, a tremor ran beneath my feet.
The ruins where number ten was standing collapsed.
Ye Qiuling lunged forward, trying to pull her out, but she was now in spirit form and couldn't touch her. She could only watch helplessly as Number Ten was buried under the rubble.
At the same time, Ye Qiuling also lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, Number Ten had already been found and rescued.
Because she knew nothing about the situation, she was temporarily taken in by the rescue team.
Because of her good looks and slightly slow reaction, she receives food from different older brothers and sisters every day.
A week later, the rescue team found everyone inside. Of the thirty people, only one, number ten, survived. Many of the dead were people who had been missing for a long time and were presumed dead.
Things were unusual. The rescue and search teams began to search extensively for information about the explosion zone. Their efforts paid off, and after half a month they had thoroughly searched the entire explosion zone and found a safe.
They originally planned to force it open, but considering that some safes have an automatic self-destruct function, everyone abandoned this method.
Number 10 sat on the sofa, drinking bubble tea, and blinked at the older sister in front of her.
The girl in the police uniform looked at the well-behaved number ten and unconsciously raised her voice, asking gently:
"Number 10, do you know the combination to this safe?"
Number Ten turned to look at the safe. She said, "I don't know."
The woman lowered her head in disappointment and handed Number Ten a piece of candy. "If you don't know, then never mind. Have some candy, it's very sweet."
"Thank you," Number Ten put the candy in her mouth, feeling the sweet and sour taste of grapes, and squinted her eyes slightly like a kitten, then said, "But I can open it."
"well?!"
The policeman paused, then turned back to look at her. "You can demolish it?!"
Number 10 nodded.
The professionals wouldn't arrive for three days, so the police, as a last resort, handed it over to number ten.
Then, following her instructions, I found a bunch of tools and just sat there watching her dismantle the safe.
One hour later...
They stared at each other, puzzled, as Number Ten removed various parts from the smooth safe.
No, where did this come from? Is this magic?
Click—
The safe is completely unusable.
Inside was a stack of papers.
Number 10 didn't react much, but instead shrank back onto the sofa and started drinking the milk tea she hadn't finished.
Meanwhile, Ah Piao Ye Qiuling watched the documents crumble and anxiously hovered around Number Ten.
Oh no, Number 10 has been exposed.
The police officers' expressions grew increasingly grim as they looked at the documents. They exchanged glances; these were things beyond their control.
Three of the four policemen immediately ran away.
Another person looked at Number Ten with affection, patted her head, and sat down beside her to keep her company.
Do you want some fried chicken?
"...? What is that?"
Question number ten.
The policeman's eyes instantly reddened. The poor child had been reformed since childhood, never had proper food, had no friends, and was monitored every day. What a miserable life he had lived.
She immediately took out her phone, sniffed, and said, "I bought this for you so you can try it all. Kids love it."
After saying that, she looked at Number Ten, who was tilting his head and looking at her, and asked, "Why are tears streaming down your face, sister?"
She was like this the day she couldn't find Qiuqiu.
The police officer almost cried too. The poor child hadn't even finished his studies. He took out two tissues and wiped away his tears.
He's so old and still illiterate.
Illiterate? Number Ten looked completely bewildered: Illiterate...me?
The police officer patiently replied, "These are tears, which is crying."
"Why are you crying?" Number Ten asked again.
"Silly child, your sister feels sorry for you."
"My heart aches..." Did she also feel heartache when Qiuqiu was buried underneath?
Number 10 doesn't understand; there are many things she still needs to learn.
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