Fu Nanli held her hand: "It doesn't hurt, let's eat." ”

It was ten o'clock in the evening, it was raining outside, and after dinner, the bowl was thrown into the dishwasher.

Wen Qiao took Fu Nanli to the living room, helped him deal with the scratches on his neck, and said seriously: "I'm not a water-based poplar person, since I'm in love with you, you don't want to suffer from gains and losses." ”

Fu Nanli squinted at her, being educated by a child.

Wen Qiao tilted his head to look at him, "Isn't what I said right?" ”

The sound of rain was loud outside the window, Fu Nanli grabbed her wrist, gently grinded her wrist bone, and the affection in her voice was clear at a glance: "Wen Qiao, do you like me?" ”

The water shone on his face, and for some reason, Wen Qiao felt a little distressed, and she couldn't analyze why she was distressed.

She said to him very solemnly: "I like you, of course I like you." ”

He reached out and took the man into his arms.

One night in the chaos, Wen Qiao slept at Fu Nanli's place all night, and the next day was the weekend, and she went home after breakfast.

The person in charge of the online W guild left her a message [One of the gangs who wanted to steal the famous painting sunflowers before, and it is also the most powerful group, as long as the money is in place, they will do everything, I heard that I have recently arrived in country Z, and there is a high probability that I have received some task, you be careful. ]

Wen Qiao replied with a [Got it]

Then open the monitoring and comparison software she had been using to find her uncle.

My uncle has been missing for more than ten years, and although the road monitoring system was not as developed as it is today, there are still traces to follow.

She set up an automatic search of the year's national surveillance footage, prompting whenever her uncle's face was involved.

Originally, she didn't expect much, but when she opened the software, a 'match' message suddenly popped up.

Wen Qiao's heart was stunned, and he immediately zoomed in on the screen, and the time showed that it was a small road near Kyoto International Airport on January 29, a month after his uncle's disappearance seventeen years ago.

At that time, he was only a teenager, and the picture quality was a little blurry, and there was a man on his left and right, who seemed to be holding him up, or maybe he was being held hostage, but the two men were wearing masks and caps, and it was impossible to distinguish their appearances.

The younger uncle seemed to have noticed the surveillance footage, and he looked up.

The only thing the two men are exposed to the camera is a neck.

She vaguely noticed that there seemed to be something on the man's neck, and after the screenshot was enlarged, she found that it was a tattoo, which seemed to be a five-pointed star pattern.

Is this some kind of gang?

Wen Qiao followed the two men and wrote down the license plate number of the black Volkswagen, and when he went to check the license plate again, he found that it was a fake license car.

Once again, the trail is broken.

Wincho was a little lost.

But after thinking about it, the little uncle has been missing for a month, and he is still alive and sound, does it at least prove that the other party has no intention of killing him.

The little uncle didn't run away from home by himself, but was indeed kidnapped.

What was the purpose of these people kidnapping him?

Is it because my uncle's IQ has reached 230, so I caught him to do research?

The highest IQ record in human history is Leonardo da Vinci's 230, this kind of once-in-a-lifetime genius, probably some people who want to do research.

Wen Qiao was a little anxious, she only hoped that her little uncle could live well, live safely and healthily.

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