After being universally criticized online, I went viral on military-themed variety shows.

Chapter 567 The locator is showing promise; things are about to get busy.
It was a little before 3 p.m.

Hummingbird and the others rushed to the airport to meet up with Duanmu Rongrong and Duanmu Long.

After exchanging pleasantries with the four for a while, Duanmu Rongrong turned her head and saw Duanmu Long looking in the direction of the passage, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She knew perfectly well who the child was waiting for.

But if Chengxiao were to come, he would have come with his team members long ago.

If no one has come, there's only one explanation: they had no intention of coming.

Hummingbird and the others naturally noticed Duanmu Long's little action, and after exchanging a glance, they understood each other perfectly.

Judging from this, Duanmu Long should have some affection for the captain, and given his father's sudden death, he should also have felt a bit of dependence on him.

Unfortunately, putting aside the fact that Uncle Sen's apparent care for the captain over the years was actually an exploitation, Jiang Hanying, whom they met yesterday, was clearly in love with the captain.

Duanmu Long's affection and dependence were destined to remain unfulfilled.

From Queshan to the capital, they'd better be careful not to mention the captain, lest they rub salt into the girl's wounds.

Duanmu Long felt a gentle pat on the shoulder and looked away, turning to meet his aunt's gentle yet comforting eyes. "Get ready, it's time to board."

Duanmu Long stood up, holding the black cloth bundle in his arms.

Duanmu Sen's death was sudden, and could even be described as somewhat suspicious.

In fact, the hospital was quite inclined to verify the specific cause of Duanmu Sen's death through an autopsy, but Duanmu Rongrong decisively rejected this request.

Moreover, they chose to be cremated on-site, only taking the ashes back to Beijing.

At the time, Duanmu Long was completely disoriented and confused because of his father's death. He didn't react to his aunt's decision. When he finally managed to calm down, he saw that his father's ashes had already been put into the jar.

As the group quietly entered the cabin, at exactly three o'clock, the plane took off on time and soared into the sky.

In the past, returning to Beijing was like going home, and she was always eager to go.

But for her, Beijing now is like a den of dragons and tigers!
Duanmu Long was sitting near the window, gazing at the blue sky outside, lost in thought, until he heard someone sit down beside him.

"Sister Ruoshui?"

Ruoshui pulled Duanmu Long's hand over and noticed the plain white watch on her wrist. "I came to give you a little something. Can I have this watch for a moment?"

Without saying a word, Duanmu Long took it off and handed it over.

Then Ruoshui took it and fiddled with it for a while, "This is..."

"It's a small locator. If you encounter danger, just press this little red dot, and I will receive the signal and rush over immediately."

"Thank you, Sister Ruoshui!" Duanmu Long took the simply modified watch and put it back on. Just as he was hesitating, he saw Ruoshui wave her hand and get up to leave, so he quickly called out to her, "Sister Ruoshui, this, isn't it..."

Seeing the hopeful and cautious look on her face, Ruoshui couldn't bear it and nodded gently.

The sun had just set when the plane landed in Beijing.

By the time Hummingbird and the others delivered the old man and the young man to Duanmu's house, it was already completely dark.

After politely declining Duanmu Rongrong's invitation to stay for dinner, Hummingbird and his companions decisively left the Duanmu family and returned to their team's base in Beijing.

"Why do I feel like the atmosphere at the Duanmu family is a bit strange?" As soon as Da Xiong said this, his three teammates all looked at him. "Don't you guys feel it?"

"Indeed, it's true. I didn't expect that after Uncle Sen passed away, even the collateral branches of the Duanmu family would start to have doubts."

"After all, the benefits are tempting."

"This big family is complicated."

"Anyway, the captain said not to get involved, so we won't get involved at all. At most, we'll give Duanmu Long some extra attention. When we go to the memorial service tomorrow, let's keep a low profile. Don't forget we have other missions in Beijing this time."

As soon as Hummingbird and the others left, Duanmu Rongrong immediately sent away the Duanmu family's collateral branch, who had ostensibly come to comfort her but were actually there to subtly inquire about various things.

Only then were they able to sit down and have a quiet meal.

After the meal, she told Duanmu Long to go back to his room and rest early. She stayed behind to finish arranging the procedures for tomorrow's trip before dragging her somewhat tired body back to her room.

Even when I lay down on the bed, though I was exhausted, the image of my nephew struggling in agony before he died was still vivid in my mind.

He lay down for a while, then got up again and sat in the dark room for a long time. The tribespeople, each with their own thoughts, were present.

The situation was so precarious that everyone wanted a piece of the pavement, and some even had the appetite to swallow the entire Duanmu family whole.

And... that young man who is still staying at Queshan and has not returned to the capital.

That night, Duanmu Rongrong thought about many things!
*
Li Chengxiao turned off the remote communication on his computer.

Looking up, I saw that the clock on the opposite wall had unknowingly struck two in the morning.

He got up, poured himself a glass of water, and as he drank, he glanced at the mark on his palm. Then he turned back, picked up his phone from the table, and made a call.

Jiang Hanying took the room card from Pei Yuan and was about to swipe it to open the door when she heard her phone vibrate in her pocket. She took it out, looked at it, and immediately answered the call.

"Why aren't you asleep yet, it's so late?"

"Just finished."

Jiang Hanying swiped her card, pushed open the door, and then closed it behind her. "What a coincidence, me too. I finished work half an hour later than expected, but it's not too late." She paused, then asked, "What about you? What were you busy with today?"

"After investigating the Yuan family, I found out about a stronghold similar to the Lan Palace that He left behind."

"Any progress?"

"Ah."

Jiang Hanying pursed her lips.

Having some progress means it's time to get busy.

"The director asked me today to ask you when you're free so we can come over and film the scenes with the Prince of Changling."

"I probably won't be able to find the time in the short term."

"I'll let him know when we start work tomorrow." Jiang Hanying walked around the room, which looked somewhat empty after being cleaned up. "Let's talk about it when you're done with your work."

After saying that, she couldn't help but let out a small yawn, "I'm sleepy."

"Go to bed early."

"You too, goodnight."

"good night!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Hanying stood up, quickly took a shower, and then collapsed onto the bed, closing her eyes and falling asleep immediately.

I slept straight until 10 a.m. the next day.

This is Beijing.

With a black cloth wrapped around his arm, Duanmu Long bowed blankly to the group of people who had come to mourn his father.

It wasn't until she felt an undeniable gaze fall upon her, scanning her entire body with a blatant intent, that she finally lifted her swollen eyelids and looked back.

The person walking towards them was dressed in a black suit, tall and slender, with a slightly long face, small eyes with slightly elongated corners, and a scrutinizing look in their eyes. Their lips were thin and red, and were pursed slightly at the moment.

Seemingly not expecting Duanmu Long to look over, he raised the corner of his eye for a moment, and then narrowed it slightly as Duanmu Long hurriedly looked away.

After walking up to the portrait, removing his hat and bowing, he then walked up to Duanmu Long.

Her lips moved slightly, "Miss Duanmu, please accept my condolences!"

Duanmu Long instantly felt as if a snake's tongue had grazed her neck. He took a deep breath, stepped back, and bowed in return.

"Thank you, Mr. Gao, for taking the time to come!"

After politely returning the greeting, Duanmu Long was about to straighten up when he felt a light tap on his head.

Startled, she looked up and saw the person in front of her had just withdrawn their hand, with half a white chrysanthemum petal still on it. She immediately realized what the other person had just done.

A blush instantly appeared on her pale face; she was furious.

She knew this person had designs on her, but this was still in her father's mourning hall!
How dare that bastard Gao Songchen!