Qiao Ran let out a long sigh of relief when she saw Qin Mingze's expression was deep and silent.
"Qin Shuai, you have heard of my experience to some extent. There are only so many years in life, and there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome. I just hope that the people around me will not go through so many hardships like me."
Qin Mingze glanced at Qiao Ran and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, we will be able to rescue Qiao Ze'an. This child looks like a blessed person at first glance. He was able to survive after falling off a cliff and into the sea. Compared with now, it is just a small difficulty.
And I believe that he must have his own plans and will not sit still and wait for death."
Qiao Ran rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Yes. I know. No news is the best news."
"My aunt has been deploying a military counterattack recently. I have a hunch that Yu Chengxian's matter will be solved in the next few days." Qin Mingze turned the steering wheel and drove onto the auxiliary road.
"I hope so." Qiao Ran nodded lightly, "Thanks to you for coming up with a new method today. We are at our wits' end."
"By the way." Qiao Ran suddenly raised his voice and asked curiously, "How did you come up with the idea of using the method of fifty years ago to carry out zoned power outages to check signal blind spots?"
If she remembered correctly, this method was mostly used in spy warfare to complete the task of identifying enemy agents.
Qin Mingze, "..."
He didn't know how to answer and couldn't tell Qiao Ran.
Because I was angry with Fengling along the way, I often thought of Fengling, a woman who seemed to have traveled from the Republic of China.
Finally, through divergent thinking, I came up with the investigative methods from decades ago.
"I just suddenly thought of it." Qin Mingze evaded his words.
Qiao Ran did not continue to ask.
Soon, Qin Mingze drove the car downstairs to Pinxuan's apartment.
He stopped the car and said, "I'll take you up."
Qiao Ran smiled slightly and said, "No, you see someone is already waiting for me."
She stretched out her hand and pointed, and saw Yanhan waiting for her downstairs.
"It turns out that Young Master Zuo has made arrangements a long time ago, haha." Qin Mingze smiled, "I won't go up. Please pay attention to rest."
"Well, goodbye." Qiao Ran waved his hand.
She returned to Pinxuan's apartment, the cold protecting her all the way.
Qin Mingze turned the car around.
It's dark.
On the road, the neon lights kept flashing, and the bustling lights and shadows were illusory and ethereal. What happened last night and this morning always lingered in my mind. It couldn't go away. It was impossible to let go.
Suddenly, a red light came on ahead.
He slammed on the brakes and stopped at the intersection.
Turn right, which is the way back to the secret military base. Turn left, which is the way to the Capital University of Music.
Stopped at the intersection, he was momentarily confused.
Where should we go?
When the red light turned to green, he was still deep in thought.
At this time, other vehicles behind him sounded sharp horns, urging him. One sound was louder than the other, which was annoying.
As if he made a sudden decision, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, then turned the left steering wheel and headed straight for Beijing Conservatory of Music.