Fu Nanli pressed down on her hand. it doesn't hurt. Let's eat.
It was already ten O 'clock in the evening. It started to rain outside. After dinner, the bowls were thrown into the dishwasher.
Wen Qiao pulled Fu Nanli to the living room and helped him deal with the scratch marks on his neck. She said in a serious tone, " "I'm not a fickle person. Since I'm in a relationship with you, you shouldn't worry about your personal gains and losses."
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes and looked at her. He was being lectured by a little kid.
"Am I wrong?" Wen Qiao tilted her head and looked at him.
The sound of the rain outside the window could be heard. Fu Nanli grabbed her wrist and rubbed it gently, the affection in his voice clear at a glance."Wen Qiao, do you like me?"
The glistening water on his face made Wen Qiao's heart ache for some reason. She couldn't figure out why she felt this way.
"I like you, of course I like you," she said solemnly.
He reached out and took her into his arms.
During the chaotic night, Wen Qiao slept over at Fu Nanli's place. The next day happened to be the weekend, so she finished her breakfast before returning home.
The person-in-charge of Guild w left her a message online: " one of the groups that tried to steal the famous painting of sunflowers. They are also the most powerful group. As long as you give them the money, they will do anything. I heard that they have recently arrived in zstan. They have probably received some kind of mission, so you should be careful.
Wen Qiao replied with a [ got it ]
Then, she opened the surveillance comparison software that she had been using to find her uncle.
His uncle had been missing for more than ten years. Although the surveillance system of the road Administration was not as developed as it was now, there were still traces to follow.
She had set it to automatically search for the National surveillance videos of that year. As long as her uncle's face was involved, there would be a prompt.
She didn't have much hope at first, but when she opened the app, a 'match' message popped up.
Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat. She immediately zoomed in on the screen. The time displayed was on the 29th of January, a month after her uncle's disappearance seventeen years ago. It was on a small road near the capital city International Airport.
At that time, he was only a teenager, and the video was a little blurry. There were men on both sides of him, who seemed to be holding him, or they might have been held hostage. However, the two men were wearing masks and caps, so it was impossible to distinguish their faces.
Her uncle seemed to have noticed the surveillance video and looked up.
The only part of the two men that was exposed to the camera was their necks.
She vaguely noticed that there seemed to be something on the man's neck. After zooming in on the screenshot, she realized that it was a tattoo, which seemed to be a pentagram.
What kind of gang was this?
Wen Qiao followed the trail of the two men and noted down the license plate number of the black Volkswagen. When she checked the license plate later, she found out that it was a car with a fake license plate.
The lead was cut off again.
Wen Qiao was a little disappointed.
But on second thought, his uncle had been missing for a month and was still alive. At least, it proved that the other party had no intention of killing him.
Uncle didn't run away from home on his own. He was kidnapped.
What was the purpose of these people kidnapping him?
Could it be that uncle's IQ had reached 230, so they captured him for research?
The highest IQ recorded in human history was da Vinci's 230 IQ. This kind of rare genius was probably someone who was curious and wanted to do research.
Wen Qiao was a little anxious. She could only hope that her uncle would be well and alive, safe and healthy.