Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Black Wind pressed its belly to the ground, its four legs moving rapidly, yet it made no sound.

Its wolf-like ears stood straight up, and it knew how to use the bushes to conceal itself without Meng Yaya pulling the chain.

This is the hunting instinct ingrained in their bones, which was completely activated by that spiritual spring bone.

Meng Yaya followed behind with her short legs, her breathing perfectly steady.

"Is it just ahead?" she whispered, reaching out to pat Black Wind's large head.

Black Wind glanced back at Meng Yaya, letting out a very low "purring" sound in its throat, its tail tip anxiously swishing across the ground.

The smell was off; it was a strange human smell that would make even a dog uncomfortable, and it also had a rusty odor.

Meng Yaya spat out the grass in her mouth, and her big, black grape-like eyes narrowed.

In the apocalypse, this rusty smell usually means two things: blood, or gun oil used to maintain guns.

"Shhh."

Meng Yaya raised a finger and placed it on her lips.

The man and his dog silently crept behind a dense thicket of wild roses.

Thirty meters ahead was a rocky beach.

A figure wearing a faded, old military green shirt was crouching with his back to them under a huge weathered rock.

The man moved quickly, holding an entrenching tool in his hand, rapidly filling the soil.

He would fill in the paper a few times, then stop and cautiously look around.

Meng Yaya could only vaguely make out the person's profile.

He was a stranger to the area, with high cheekbones, and looked honest and simple, like an old farmer who had just returned from the fields.

But his hand holding the shovel was very steady, and when filling the soil, he even knew how to scatter the surrounding dead leaves as a disguise.

That's a professional technique.

"Whoosh..." Black Wind wanted to rush out.

Meng Yaya grabbed Hei Feng by the back of the neck.

The oppressive aura belonging to a high-level superhuman in the apocalypse precisely pinned Black Wind to the spot.

Going out now would be like stirring up trouble and alerting the enemy.

Since this person dared to bury something in the back mountain of the military region, he must have left a backup plan. Either he has accomplices, or he is carrying a weapon.

She's currently in a three-year-old body. Although she's strong, if the other party gets desperate and tries to self-destruct, she can run away, but her cheap father, Gu Changfeng, is still following behind, and she could easily get caught in the crossfire.

After filling the hole with soil, the man used the stone to make a very shallow white mark on the large rock, making an inconspicuous mark.

After doing all this, he tucked the entrenching tool into his coat, crouched down, and scurried into the dense forest on the other side like a big rat, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Only after that person had completely gone did Meng Yaya release Hei Feng.

"Go see what treasures he buried."

Black Wind shot out like an arrow, rushed to the rock, and frantically dug at the soil with its two front paws.

In no time, a tin box wrapped tightly in oil paper was revealed.

Meng Yaya walked over and kicked the box with her toe in disgust.

It's quite heavy.

She squatted down and tore off a corner of the oil paper with her chubby little hands in a few quick movements.

It has a black metal casing with several knobs and a retractable antenna.

"Tch, an old relic."

Meng Yaya pouted. "A telegraph machine."

It seems that some unclean insects have infiltrated this military compound.

"Ya Ya!"

Gu Changfeng's anxious shouts came from behind. He had only fallen behind by a few steps, but the girl and the dog had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Who told you to run around like that!" Gu Changfeng strode over, his face stern, his tone laced with anger. "What if you encounter danger? This Black Wind is a vicious dog; what if it goes berserk and bites you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Changfeng stammered.

The fiercest black leopard in the entire military region was lying at Meng Yaya's feet, sticking out its tongue and fawningly nudging her knees with its head, begging for a pat.

Meng Yaya was squatting on the ground, her little hands digging at something in the pile of dirt.

Upon hearing Gu Changfeng's voice, Meng Yaya paused in her actions.

She quickly pressed the torn corner of the oil paper back in place and grabbed a handful of withered leaves to cover the black box.

We can't let Gu Changfeng see this now.

If he saw it now, given Gu Changfeng's personality, he would definitely seal off the scene immediately and report it for investigation.

The person who buried the things hadn't gone far. Once they heard the news, they would definitely cut off all contact and perhaps even go into hiding.

When catching insects, you have to wipe out the entire nest.

"Dad, you're yelling at me."

Meng Yaya stood up, patted the mud off her hands, pouted, and her eyes instantly reddened.

She honed this set of face-changing skills to perfection in the apocalypse in order to swindle supplies.

When Gu Changfeng saw his daughter on the verge of tears, his anger instantly vanished. He squatted down helplessly and said, "No... Daddy wasn't angry with you. Daddy was just worried."

"I'm looking for bones for Black Wind to eat." Meng Yaya pointed to the pit on the ground and said nonsense with a straight face, "Big Black said there is treasure here."

Gu Changfeng glanced at the messy pit and didn't think much of it, assuming it was just children playing around.

"Alright, alright, let's find the treasure." Gu Changfeng picked her up and wiped the dust off her face. "Don't run so fast in the future, it's not safe in these mountains."

He didn't notice that Meng Yaya was perched on his shoulder, her gaze fixed on the corner covered in withered leaves, past his back.

She remembered that location.

On the rocky beach, beneath the third crooked pine tree, there is a white mark on the rock.

"Dad, who is that uncle?" Meng Yaya suddenly asked.

Gu Changfeng carried her back, casually asking, "Which uncle?"

"It's that uncle from earlier, the one in the green shirt, the one with a slightly hunched back," Meng Yaya said in her childish voice. "He runs so fast, like a rabbit."

Gu Changfeng paused.

This back mountain is a restricted area; apart from patrol teams, no one comes here normally.

"You must be mistaken. There's no one here." Gu Changfeng frowned.

"Maybe." Meng Yaya yawned and buried her head in Gu Changfeng's neck. "I'm seeing things. I want to go home and eat meat buns."

She can't go into too much detail. If she does, she won't sound like a three-year-old.

The seeds of doubt have been sown.

Although Gu Changfeng said he had misread it, as a former reconnaissance soldier, he would definitely have some doubts in his mind.

This is enough.

On the way home, Heifeng dutifully followed behind. When they arrived at the entrance of the family compound, the trainer was already waiting there. Seeing Heifeng obediently return, he was so moved that he almost knelt down before Meng Yaya.

"Alright, I'll protect this dog from now on." Meng Yaya patted Hei Feng's head. "Go back now, I'll come find you to play again in a couple of days."

Black Wind reluctantly turned back every few steps before being led away by its trainer.

We entered courtyard number six.

Lin Wanrou had already cooked the braised pork that had "made the whole courtyard drool." The rich, dark aroma filled the entire courtyard, and several children next door were drooling as they leaned over the wall.

"You're back? Wash your hands and eat." Lin Wanrou brought out the dishes with a smile on her face.

With Lei Siling's support, her spirits are completely different now. The sorrow in her eyes has faded considerably, revealing a gentle and refined air.

Looking at his wife, Gu Changfeng felt a warm glow in his heart.

A family of three is eating around the table.

Meng Yaya was holding a large meatball in her hand, her mouth greasy from eating. But her mind wasn't on the food at all.

She was thinking about that black box.

It's not safe to leave that thing there. What if that spy moves it at night?