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

Only some braised pork broth remained on the enamel plate on the table.

Meng Yaya let out a burp that smelled of meat. The time bomb buried in the back mountain could explode at any moment, and she had to light this fire before that bad guy moved his position.

"Dad, I want to draw." Meng Yaya slid off the chair, ran to Gu Changfeng's side with her short legs, and tugged at his trouser leg.

Gu Changfeng was reading a newspaper when he heard this. He put the newspaper down, and a rare gentleness appeared on his usually tense face: "Drawing? We don't have any colored pencils at home."

"I have!"

Meng Yaya, with her bottom sticking out, ran to the yellow schoolbag that was just for show, rummaged through it for a while, and pulled out a handful of crayons that she had collected in her previous life. She then casually grabbed the back of an old battle sketch on Gu Changfeng's desk.

Gu Changfeng glanced at the crayons; they were brightly colored, and he'd never seen the brand before. But he didn't think much of it, assuming it was a nice gift from Lei Siling.

"Go draw at that table over there, don't get your clothes dirty." Gu Changfeng patted her head with his big hand.

Meng Yaya climbed onto the stool, lay on the square table, holding a black crayon, her expression as focused as if she were defusing a time bomb.

She had to draw it in a way that resembled a child's expression, yet also in a way that Gu Changfeng, the old scout, could understand.

This really tests your skills.

First, draw that huge weathered rock. The rock looks strange, with a protrusion on top, like a turtle peeking out. Meng Yaya made a bold stroke and drew a crooked, big turtle.

Next was the crooked pine tree. It was a reference point. Next to the turtle, she drew a tree with only half a leaf, its trunk bent like a large shrimp.

Finally, there's that pit.

Meng Yaya switched to a red crayon and drew a heavy cross on a rock under the "big turtle". She then drew a dark rectangle and buried it in the soil, adding a thin, tail-like line on top of it.

After finishing the drawing, she paused for a moment, thinking about what the spy looked like.

The man had a slight hunchback and an asymmetrical gait.

She drew a stick figure next to it. But this stick figure had a big hunchback on its back, one leg was long and the other was short, and it was holding something that looked like a shovel in its hand.

Live together.

"Dad! Come quick, look at my treasure map!"

Meng Yaya held the messy drawing paper above her head, her voice crisp and clear, brimming with excitement.

Gu Changfeng was about to pour himself a glass of water when he heard his daughter call out. He walked over with a smile and said, "What treasure map? We don't have any gold bars for you to dig up."

He took the paper and glanced at it casually.

His gaze froze at that glance.

The teasing words he was about to say got stuck in his throat, and Gu Changfeng's fingers gripped the edge of the paper tightly.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Although the "giant turtle" was drawn abstractly, its unique shape...

Gu Changfeng's mind instantly flashed back to the topographical map of the rocky beach behind the military region. Right at the edge of the No. 3 alert zone, there was indeed a weathered rock that the soldiers privately called "Turtle Head Rock".

This girl just went to the back mountain; she remembers the terrain isn't strange.

Strange things were the stick figure and the black box buried underground.

"Ya Ya." Gu Changfeng laid the paper flat on the table, his voice lowering slightly, "Who is this hunchback?"

"It's that bad uncle." Meng Yaya leaned over the table, pointing her little finger at the stick figure. "Dahei took me out to play today, and I saw this uncle planting radishes."

"Grow radishes?" Gu Changfeng frowned.

"Mmm!" Meng Yaya nodded innocently, "He dug a hole under that big turtle rock and buried an iron box in it. The box even had a tail. I wanted to dig it out and play with it, but Uncle ran too fast."

As she spoke, she gestured with her hand to indicate the size of a square, and then raised her little finger to indicate the shape of an antenna.

"Beep beep beep... like the sound of a telegraph?" Gu Changfeng asked tentatively, his heart suddenly racing.

Meng Yaya tilted her head, seemingly recalling: "There was no sound. But the box looked like a radio, it was black, and it had lots of little buttons."

boom.

Gu Changfeng was completely on edge.

As a regimental-level cadre, he knew all too well what this meant.

The back mountain is the only way to the radar station, and its geographical location is extremely high. If someone were to plant listening devices or signal repeaters there, the entire military region's communication frequency band could be intercepted.

Moreover, that person was hunchbacked and had difficulty walking.

Gu Changfeng stared at the stick figure with one long leg and one short leg.

In the entire military compound and the logistics department, there weren't many people with leg disabilities or physical problems. Aside from a few veterans who had retired due to injury, there was only… Old Li from the cookhouse, the one responsible for collecting swill?

Old Li suffered an injury in his early years, so he does walk with a limp and his back is usually not straight.

But he was an honest and simple man who had served in the army for more than ten years and could not speak fluently normally.

"Dad, why aren't you saying anything?" Meng Yaya stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. "Let's go dig up the treasure, I want to exchange it for candy."

Gu Changfeng suddenly snapped back to reality.

He grabbed Meng Yaya's small hand with a force that was a little frightening, but quickly let go, afraid of hurting her.

"Ya Ya, besides your father, who else have you told about this?" Gu Changfeng squatted down, his gaze level with hers. The warmth in his eyes was gone, replaced by a stern, cold light.

Meng Yaya blinked her big eyes and shook her head: "No. Mom is cooking, and Dahei can't talk."

"Okay." Gu Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up, folded the painting neatly, and carefully put it into the pocket of his shirt.

"Wanrou!"

Gu Changfeng called out towards the inner room.

Lin Wanrou was mending clothes with a needle and thread when she heard the noise and came out: "What's wrong? Why are you so startled?"

"I have an urgent mission and need to go to the regimental headquarters. I might not be back tonight." Gu Changfeng said, taking his sidearm sling from behind the door and expertly fastening it to his waist. "Lock the door. Don't open it for anyone. Unless I knock, don't open it even if the sky falls."

Lin Wanrou's heart skipped a beat when she saw his murderous look.

She was a smart woman; she didn't ask any questions, but simply put down the sewing basket she was holding, went over and straightened his collar: "Be careful."

"Um."

Gu Changfeng turned to leave, but then stopped and looked back at Meng Yaya, who was sitting on a stool swinging her legs.

The little girl was smiling at him, revealing two tiny tiger teeth, her face full of innocence.

But is this really the level of observation a three-year-old child should have?

Gu Changfeng suppressed his doubts. Whatever secrets this child might have, she was his child, and she was helping him protect this family and this country. That was enough.

"Be good at home."

After uttering those four words, Gu Changfeng pushed open the door and quickly disappeared into the night.

The smile on Meng Yaya's face vanished the moment the door closed.

She jumped off the stool, ran to the window, and stood on tiptoe to look outside.

Gu Changfeng walked in a hurry, but instead of running directly to the back mountain, he went to the direction of the guard company first.

now it's right.

If someone were a reckless fool, going straight to dig up stolen goods would be handing their life to the spies.

This cheapskate father has some brains; he knows how to deploy troops and how to control the situation.

"Ya Ya, where did your dad go?" Lin Wanrou came over and picked her up from the windowsill. "He has to go on a mission so late."

"Daddy went to catch a big rat!" Meng Yaya hugged Lin Wanrou's neck and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Mom, I want to help too."

"What are you doing, you little brat? Don't make things worse." Lin Wanrou tapped her forehead. "Go wash your feet and go to bed."

Meng Yaya obediently buried her face in Lin Wanrou's arms, but she was making plans in her heart.

Gu Changfeng went to investigate the location where the thing was buried, and he was sure he could confirm that it was a telegraph machine.

But since that hunchback dared to act in broad daylight, he must have a legitimate identity to cover it up. Once Gu Changfeng starts investigating, that person will definitely notice something.

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

If that person senses danger, they might become desperate and cause some trouble in this compound.

Especially now that there are only women and children in the family.

Meng Yaya narrowed her eyes.

Relying solely on Gu Changfeng's rigid investigation process is too slow.

In the compound, the most well-informed people were neither the officials nor the gossipy old women who talked behind people's backs all day.

They were those wild children who ran around the yard, crawled through the sewers, climbed the walls, and tore off the roof tiles.

As long as that spy is still active in the compound, he will not escape the eyes of these little informants.

"Mom, I want to play with Brother Wang Hu tomorrow," Meng Yaya suddenly said.

Lin Wanrou was taken aback: "Wang Hu? Is that the little fat guy you...you know, the one you...you know?"

"Yes! I want to play the game of cops and robbers with him."

Meng Yaya took out the White Rabbit milk candy she hadn't finished eating from her pocket, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The milky flavor melts in your mouth.

Tomorrow, it'll be time to show these little brats what real "command and control" is all about.

That stinking rat hiding in the shadows must die.