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

In the interrogation room of the regimental headquarters, a dim incandescent light hung from the beam, shining directly on the face of the spy who had just been captured.

This man, named Liu Er, was bound hand and foot to an iron chair. His right foot, with its shoes and socks removed, was swollen like a purple steamed bun with several dark, spiky balls embedded in it.

Gu Changfeng sat opposite him, toying with the copper key wrapped in red yarn in his hand. With a click, it was the crisp sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette.

"I don't have much patience either." Gu Changfeng exhaled a smoke ring, and amidst the swirling smoke, his angular face appeared particularly cold.

"That coal shed has been abandoned for a long time. Were you digging a hole and planting a mine there? Or are you trying to tell me you sleepwalked and ate coal ash in the middle of the night?"

Liu Er was sweating profusely from the pain, his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding together, but he still kept repeating the same old story: "Commander, I'm innocent! I just went... went to relieve myself, I didn't see the way clearly. I didn't bury that thing, how would I know what it was?"

"Pretty stubborn." Gu Changfeng tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, his military boot extinguishing the embers. "Looks like you've had professional training. You know we're going to talk policy, and if we don't kill you, you're planning to fight to the bitter end?"

Liu Er remained silent, his gaze darting around as he stared at the keys in Gu Changfeng's hand. As long as he didn't speak, these soldiers, lacking evidence, would at most detain him for a few days.

As for the transmitter, he was arrested before he could even touch it, so he could easily deny that it was there all along.

Just then, the heavy iron door of the interrogation room creaked open.

A small, pink and tender figure peeked in.

"Daddy," Meng Yaya called out in her childish voice, clutching a military green water bottle, "Mommy said your voice is hoarse, so she asked me to bring you some seaweed."

The guard standing at the door looked troubled, wanting to stop her but not daring to. This was the commander's own daughter, the living ancestor of the military region.

Gu Changfeng's originally cold and stern expression softened instantly. He stood up and took the jar: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I was worried about you." Meng Yaya blinked her big eyes and walked over to Liu Er with her short legs.

Today she was wearing a red floral-patterned blouse, looking as festive as a New Year's picture doll. But as soon as Liu Er saw her, he instinctively shrank back, as if he had seen some man-eating monster.

The smell on this little girl... no, it was her eyes that reminded him of a frog being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"Uncle, does your foot hurt?" Meng Yaya squatted down, tilting her head to stare at Liu Er's swollen right foot.

Liu Er swallowed hard, not daring to reply.

"My dad said the burrs in these mountains are really fierce." Meng Yaya held up a finger and pointed at the burr that was stuck the deepest. "If we don't pull them out, they'll think it's spring and they're going to sprout and bloom in the soil."

Gu Changfeng paused in his drinking, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes. He didn't say anything, just leaned against the table and watched.

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Liu Er forced a smile despite the pain. "Don't talk nonsense, kid."

"I'm not making this up." Meng Yaya smiled even sweeter, her smile so innocent it was almost unbelievable, but the words that came out of her mouth sent chills down one's spine.

"Uncle's meat is warm and nutritious, and there's lots of blood to drink. Seed Baby loves it the most!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Yaya's little hand, hidden under her sleeve, twitched slightly.

A faint wood-based supernatural power, so faint that only she could perceive it, entered the burdock through the air.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream nearly blew the roof off the interrogation room.

Liu Er convulsed violently on the iron chair as if he had been electrocuted. He clearly felt that the thorn that had been embedded in his flesh on the sole of his foot had suddenly "come alive"!

The tiny thorns seemed to transform into countless greedy roots, burrowing into his wound, growing wildly within the muscle fibers, and even beginning to scrape against his foot bones.

That itchy, painful feeling, as if bugs were crawling in your blood vessels, is a million times more terrifying than being stabbed!

"It moved! It moved!" Liu Er's eyes widened in terror, tears and snot streaming down his face. "Help! Help! What the hell is this thing?!"

Although Gu Changfeng knew his daughter had some extraordinary abilities, he hadn't expected such a commotion. He cooperated by putting on a stern face: "What are you yelling about? It's just a few blades of grass. I think you're hiding something."

"No! It's not a thorn! It's drinking my blood! It's growing roots!" Liu Er watched as the instep of his foot visibly swelled up again, with veins bulging. The fear from his biological instincts completely shattered his psychological defenses.

Death is not scary; what is scary is being used as a flowerpot and watching helplessly as you become nutrients for plants.

"Uncle, did you do something bad?" Meng Yaya stood up, dusted off her hands, and sighed like a little adult.

"I heard from the old folks in the village that only those with black hearts will be punished by the mountain god, who will make their stomachs grow full of weeds."

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" Liu Er broke down, struggling desperately, the chains rattling. "Get it out! Please! Get it out!"

Gu Changfeng gave the recorder a wink, stepped forward, placed one foot on the crossbar of the iron chair, and stared down at him: "Who is that telegraph machine sent to? And which lock does this key open?"

"It's...it's a spare!" Liu Er gasped for breath, trembling with pain. "The key...the key is the padlock on the back door of the kitchen! I'm the middleman, responsible for passing things!"

Gu Changfeng's eyes narrowed: "The kitchen? Who's your superior?"

"I don't know the name! I really don't know!" Seeing Gu Changfeng's face turn cold, Liu Er was afraid that the grass root would burrow into his heart, so he shouted it all out like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"We maintain a single-line contact! But he's a cook! Every time... every time he slips the information into a hidden compartment in the weekly shopping list, under the bricks next to the slop bucket by the back door!"

The cookhouse.

Gu Changfeng's eyes instantly sharpened like knives. That was the team's main dining area, and also the place with the most diverse personnel flow—and there was a mole hidden there!

"Characteristics," Gu Changfeng coldly uttered two words.

"He was very tall and strong, and usually seemed honest and unassuming, always smiling at everyone. But his left hand... his left hand was missing half of his little finger."

A figure flashed through Gu Changfeng's mind instantly.

Old Wang, the head of the mess hall.

That honest man who always served meals to the soldiers with a smile, who cooked excellent dishes, and who always volunteered to do the dirty and tiring work.

Is it him?

"Is there anything else?" Meng Yaya suddenly interjected, her little hands fidgeting restlessly again.

"It's gone! It's really gone!"

The spy shrank back in fear, wishing he could embed himself in the wall. "My lord, I've told you everything! Please... just give me a quick death!"

Gu Changfeng patted Meng Yaya's head, signaling her to stop.

"Take him away and keep him under strict guard. His foot injury...get a medic to treat it, don't let him die."

Gu Changfeng gave instructions to the guards at the door.

Two soldiers rushed in and dragged the limp agent out like a dead dog.

The interrogation room fell silent again.

Gu Changfeng looked down at his daughter, who only reached his knees.

Meng Yaya looked up, tossed the last candy wrapper into the trash can, her big, clear eyes asking, "Dad, did I do something good? Do I get a certificate?"

Gu Changfeng squatted down, bringing his eyes level with hers.

He reached out his calloused hand and gently tucked her disheveled bangs behind her ears.

"have."

Gu Changfeng's voice was low, filled with a sense of relief at surviving a disaster, "Whatever you want, Dad will give you."

If this girl hadn't come along, this interrogation might have dragged on until dawn.

As soon as it gets light, Old Wang, who was hiding in the cooking squad, might discover something amiss, destroy the evidence, and flee.

They might even poison the entire group's breakfast.

Thinking of this, a chill ran down Gu Changfeng's spine.

"I want to eat meat buns, the kind with thin skin and lots of filling," Meng Yaya said with a smile that made her eyes crinkle. "And I want Daddy to buy Mommy new clothes too."

"it is good."

Gu Changfeng stood up, scooped Meng Yaya up in his arms, and strode out.

"Now, let's go catch another big rat with Dad."