I'm only five years old, how come I've become the military region's darling?

Xiaochun had no idea what Lu Shuang was about to do, nor did she care about Lu Shuang's attitude of not lending her anything.

She went back to her office, took out the book, and then took a pencil and a piece of white paper from Qin Yuezheng's desk.

The little girl obediently sat on the small stool that Xing Yong had specially made for her, holding the book. Under the swaying incandescent light, she carefully covered the page of the book with a piece of white paper.

Slant the pencil slightly and start sketching.

[Ding~ Intermediate Forgery Skill Proficiency +10, +10, +10...]

Thanks to the system's support, her small hands were very steady, and when she drew, her fingertips could feel the uneven marks left on the original page.

Time ticked by, and Xiaochun felt her wrists getting sore.

Fortunately, it's all done.

Xiaochun picked up the white paper and looked at it. It seemed like a letter had been written.

Before the text could be restored, Xiaochun moved her arm, placed the paper and pen on the other side, and prepared to drink some water.

Just then, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Xiao Chun turned to look at Lu Shuang at the door, her face showing a hint of arrogance and a smug look in her eyes. "Where's Captain Xing?"

Xiaochun took a sip of water and pointed to the interrogation room.

Lu Shuang rolled her eyes at her, then looked at the things on the table.

"I think we can go home now. You can do these things yourself from now on, right?"

Xiaochun ignored her and continued drinking water.

As Grandma once said, if a dog bites you, you can't bite it back.

Seeing that she was being ignored, Lu Shuang felt as if she had punched a cotton ball. She strode forward and banged on the door of the interrogation room.

No one knows what she said to Xing Yong, but Xing Yong's expression was not good.

Then, Xing Yong brought Lu Shuang back. "Xiao Chun, have her move all these things out."

Xiaochun nodded obediently, "I understand."

Lu Shuang snorted, threw the book back into the box, and took it back with her.

Xing Yong wanted to turn back and comfort Xiao Chun, but then he saw the little guy wag his bottom. "Captain Xing, she looks like a rooster that has won a fight."

"Pfft." Xing Yong burst out laughing. "You're right, she does look a bit like her."

"Did you go to borrow something just now?"

Xiao Chun nodded with bright eyes, ran to the table next to her, picked up a piece of white paper and shook it. "Captain Xing, I just found a page in Yang Duoyu's book that is very strange. It looks like she wrote a letter. I was going to borrow some charcoal ash, but Lu Shuang said we had to follow the procedure, so Xiao Chun did it herself. But I haven't been able to restore the font yet."

"A letter?" Xing Yong picked it up and looked at it. The raised pencil marks were indeed a letter.

"I'll give it to you once I've recovered." Xing Yong looked at the little guy's proud and confident appearance, and his worries subsided. "Okay, then it's up to you."

"Go on, go on, go do your thing."

Xing Yong felt like he was being rejected and pushed away.

The little guy, so tiny, was lying there with a serious expression and gentle eyes.

Xiaochun carefully and silently restored the characters stroke by stroke.

It sounds simple, but it's actually not. The paper was crumpled up and has many creases, which affect the judgment of the structure and strokes of the characters.

If it weren't for the system's support, Xiaochun felt that this would still be very difficult.

To reconstruct the font from the imprint requires a very deep understanding of the subject.

Xiaochun patiently described it bit by bit.

Meanwhile, Lu Shuang returned to the technical department carrying the items. Wang Tao looked at what she was holding and asked, "How did you get the evidence from the military region case?"

"This is what the technical department does. Do you really want a kid to take your jobs?"

Wang Tao was speechless. He felt that Lu Shuang was becoming increasingly outrageous. "You went to the bureau chief about this?"

"What's the problem? If Xing Yong is being unfair, am I not allowed to express my opinion?"

"Alright, alright. Go ahead and express your opinion."

Wang Tao returned to his seat with his cup, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his reasoning had gone awry.

The document analysis and trace evidence analysis were too much of a blow to her; she's gone insane.

Lu Shuang ignored other people's gazes. She just felt that ever since Ruan Xiaochun came, she seemed to have become a useless person in other people's eyes. She needed to let others see that Lu Shuang was also capable.

After emptying the contents of the box, Lu Shuang rummaged through it and quickly found the book that Xiao Chun had used.

No wonder she wanted toner; it reproduces the embossed text by using electrostatic adsorption to attach toner to the dents and indentations, revealing the faint text.

Lu Shuang smiled, feeling incredibly confident. This time, she was going to make something of herself.

She got up and went to the materials room to get the toner and brush to prepare for the work. She filled the paper with toner according to the standardized procedure, but when she actually started working, she found that the marks on the paper were too light, even lighter than the marks of the creases.

The more she struggled, the more beads of sweat appeared on Lu Shuang's forehead. She gritted her teeth in frustration. Why couldn't she do something that a little kid like her brother could do?

She took a deep breath and reapplied the toner.

"Lu Shuang, aren't you leaving after get off work?"

Lu Shuang lowered her head and said, "I'll wait a moment."

Several people glanced at her, and Wang Tao gave her a wink.

"Brother Wang, should we tell Lu Shuang to stop? I took a look, and it's practically impossible to make out what's on that paper. Isn't this just a waste of time?"

"She's just arguing with herself. Let's go. If we keep talking, it'll be our fault."

"No wonder Feng Yan left; he couldn't take it anymore."

The sound faded into the distance, and under the dim light of the technical department, Lu Shuang's hands trembled more and more.

Why can't it be reproduced?

Lu Shuang's eyes turned red with anxiety. She stood up abruptly, tears streaming down her face. It's alright if it's not that simple. If she can't do it, then that child Ruan Xiaochun definitely can't either.

She went out to calm down and get something to eat.

Xiaochun was so focused that she didn't even notice Xing Yong and the others coming out.

"Xiaochun, dinner's ready!"

Niu Qiaobao walked over and watched her use a pen to painstakingly write down things he couldn't understand, dotting and connecting them together. "What is this?"

Xiao Chun pushed away Niu Qiaobao, who was biting into meat, and said, "Officer Niu, don't make a mess."

"Come here!" Xing Yong pulled the person in the way aside with one hand. "This is what Xiao Chun just copied from Yang Duoyu's book."

"Huh? Let me see." Qin Yuezheng and Xiao Chen put down their food and came over.

"Move over there a bit, you're blocking the light."

"Wow, there really are words! That's amazing, my Chunbao."

Xiaochun smiled and scratched her cheek. "Actually, no."

But the little tail behind him was already wagging; Xiaochun has become quite a capable person now.

"Wait a minute, there's still a little bit left."

Xiaochun's hands moved faster and faster, as if practice makes perfect, until she finished writing the last character.

"alright."

After reading the entire letter, the group fell silent.

"Is this a love letter?"

"For Fu Youan?"

"Definitely right, buddy. I questioned him for ages, and he just said he'd never seen a regular classmate before. So he hasn't seen this love letter?"

"He's definitely not telling the truth. Let's go ask him again. I don't believe it. With Xiaochun's letter of recovery, what else can he say?"

Niu Qiaobao strode aggressively toward the interrogation room. Not far behind him, Lu Shuang, who was returning from outside carrying steamed buns, seemed to freeze in her tracks. Had Ruan Xiaochun recovered?

No, it won't happen...

He had spent hours trying to decipher a single word, but she had managed to recover the entire letter in a very short time?

An indescribable feeling filled Lu Shuang's heart. She returned to her office like a walking corpse, looking at the carbon powder all over the table and the carbon powder in her hands. She felt like a joke.

"Ah—" Lu Shuang lost control and slammed the steamed bun on the table, knocking everything over.

Clang! A bottle of ink on the corner of the table fell to the ground with a thud, hitting the book directly and splashing steadily onto the paper.

Lu Shuang froze for a couple of seconds, frantically reaching out to try and save the book, but when she saw the book also soaked in carbon ink, her face turned pale.

This is absolutely a work error.

Lu Shuang held her breath, looking around as if startled. There was no one there; no one had seen her.

She took a deep breath and picked up everything from the ground.

Looking at the destroyed book.

Lu Shuang kept replaying Niu Qiaobao's excited expression in her mind. She clenched her fists tightly, lost in thought.

She picked up the piece of white paper covered in carbon powder that she couldn't restore, a hint of gloom flashing in her eyes.

Sometimes, a little bit shouldn't be a problem.

Lu Shuang plopped down and picked up her pen to write quickly.

Niu Qiaobao and the others walked into the interrogation room with the paper showing Xiaochun's recovery. Fu Youan looked somewhat haggard.

"Officer, I've already said everything I needed to say. What else do you want to ask?"

"You already said that? Fu Youan, tell me, have you seen this letter?"

Fu Youan looked down at the restored heart, his pupils contracting sharply.

"What is this?"

"Don't tell me you haven't seen it before. This must be a love letter Yang Duoyu wrote to you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Fu Youan, I advise you to confess honestly." Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Captain Xing, this is the letter I just recovered from the deceased. I've taken a look, and it seems the deceased committed suicide. Please take a look."

"What?"

Xing Yong stood up abruptly, walked to the door, looked at the paper Lu Shuang handed him, and then turned back to pick up the letter that Xiao Chun had restored on the table.

Two completely different contents.

"Officer, since Yang Duoyu committed suicide, what does that have to do with my You'an? Please release him immediately."

The grandmother who had been with Fu You'an, who was still a minor, spoke up.

"Boss~"

Xing Yong's expression was stern. He glanced at Xiao Chun, then at Lu Shuang.

"I'll be right back. Please wait a moment."