The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

Dinghe Station.

The chaos on the platform has not yet completely subsided.

The passenger who was shoved was cursing, the dried fruit vendor was squatting on the ground picking up the dried apricots that had been scattered all over the place, and the train conductor was standing at the door blowing his whistle to urge the train to move on.

Zhou Bingheng stood at the entrance of the alley.

There were messy footprints on the ground, and the patterns of seven or eight pairs of shoe soles overlapped on the dry, hard soil, in a chaotic manner.

In the corner lay a crumpled piece of oil paper, covered with sesame seeds and brown sugar stains.

Fifteen minutes earlier, he had seen her take the paper package from the brown sugar pancake stand.

She took a bite, her cheeks puffed out, and chewed very carefully.

I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

Liang Jin turned back from the other end of the alley, lowered his voice, and spoke in a strained tone.

"Political Commissar, those three targets we were keeping an eye on on the train have all disappeared in the chaos."

He took a deep breath, his brows furrowed tightly.

"The other side's counter-reconnaissance capabilities are exceptionally strong. There were at least two support vehicles, which split up and withdrew from the west and north sides of the platform. We only had time to memorize the direction of the tracks of one of them."

Zhou Bingheng did not respond.

Liang Jin had worked with Zhou Bingheng for more than two years and believed he knew the young political commissar quite well.

No matter the occasion, this person always has that lukewarm attitude.

Always smiling, always polite, speaking as gently as a spring breeze, you'd feel too embarrassed to argue with him.

But at that moment, the hairs on the back of Liang Jin's neck stood on end.

He is laughing.

But the smile only lingered at the corners of his mouth; the look in his eyes beneath his brow bone was the same color as the frozen soil of the Helan Mountains in December.

Zhou Bingheng squatted down and picked up a handful of brown sugar cake crumbs from the ground with two fingers.

The fingertip moved slowly in the direction of the debris distribution.

From the entrance of the alley, every three or four steps, a few stones are embedded in the cracks of the stone slabs.

The spacing is uniform, the direction is consistent, and it extends all the way to where it disappears at the bend of the alley.

"Someone spilled it on purpose."

Liang Jin finally figured it out, his eyes widening in surprise.

Zhou Bingheng dusted off his hands and stood up.

He remembered the connecting area between the carriages.

The green train swayed back and forth, and he cornered her against the tin wall next to the toilet.

She reached out and rubbed his face.

He had seen women being approached by thugs.

People from the performing arts troupe, people from the family compound, people I met while working in the countryside.

Without exception, their pupils dilated, their muscles stiffened, and their breathing became disordered.

She didn't.

Her heartbeat was even steadyer than his.

"She wasn't drugged."

The words were spoken so softly that Liang Jin almost didn't hear them.

"What?"

"These crumbs are brown sugar cookies. My fiancée was eating them before she was taken away."

"She crumbled the pancakes and scattered them along the path. The spacing was fixed, and the direction was clear."

Liang Jin's expression changed.

"A person who has been drugged cannot do this."

Zhou Bingheng crushed the remaining crumbs on his fingertips again.

"She is conscious."

An eighteen-year-old girl from the countryside.

Stay alert when faced with drugs used by human traffickers.

During the kidnapping, he remained calm enough to leave directional markers.

On the train, he forbade her from leaving Lao San's side for even a moment and from acting alone.

She agreed very obediently.

Then he turned around and got out of the car with Song Qingqing.

Zhou Bingheng chuckled.

Liang Jin shivered again at the laughter.

When Zhou Bingwen squeezed out of the crowd, his forehead bumped into someone's elbow, causing a swelling.

He had only one image in his mind.

The moment Su Xingmian was hoisted onto someone's shoulder, he was less than fifteen meters away from her.

He bumped into a woman carrying a child, who nearly fell over, and he stopped to help her up.

With that one move, the man carrying Su Xingmian turned into the alley and disappeared.

When he reached the alley entrance, the alley was empty, with only sand and dust swirling in the wind.

Zhou Bingwen felt a lump in his throat.

He turned around.

Then he saw Zhou Bingheng.

Aren't you in the Helan Mountains?

What are you doing here?

You were already on this train? If you knew there were human traffickers on board, why didn't you tell me?

My second sister-in-law was arrested right under my nose.

I saw her being carried away with my own eyes. I chased after her, but I couldn't catch up.

Zhou Bingwen's eyes were red-rimmed, and his lips were trembling.

He opened his mouth, as if he had a lot to say.

But he didn't yell.

He is the son of a soldier.

The second brother, dressed in civilian clothes, appeared on the train with a soldier also dressed in civilian clothes.

This is a mission.

Zhou Bingwen swallowed back all the questions that were on the tip of his tongue, his throat aching from swallowing.

"What about the luggage and supplies?" Zhou Bingheng asked first.

"...In the car." Zhou Bingwen's voice was terribly hoarse.

"Go back, get in the car, and keep an eye on your things."

"After arriving at the station, report to the battalion headquarters as planned and wait for my message."

"Second Brother!" Zhou Bingwen took a step forward. "Aren't you going to chase after them?"

Zhou Bingheng looked at the third brother.

Zhou Bingwen's eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and his fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

This sight reminded Zhou Bingheng of how he had tricked him badly when they were children, and how he stood in front of him refusing to cry.

"The other side had at least two vehicles, which split up and left, with their destination being the hideout."

"If we chase after them now, we'll alert them, and they might move the hostages or even silence us."

He paused for a moment.

"I need her to get to the hideout alive."

Zhou Bingwen clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides.

He understands the principles.

Born into a military family, he grew up hearing about tactics, discipline, and the big picture at the dinner table.

But he simply couldn't calm down.

"When exactly will you...?"

"Bingwen."

Zhou Bingheng interrupted him.

"I will bring her back."

Zhou Bingwen stared into his second brother's eyes for a long time before finally running back to the train before it sounded its whistle.

Liang Jin glanced at Zhou Bingwen's disappearing figure, then looked at Zhou Bingheng.

"Political Commissar, what's the next step?"

Zhou Bingheng took out a piece of paper folded twice from his pocket, unfolded it, and it was a hand-drawn simplified topographical map of the area surrounding Dinghe Station.

He traced three forks in the road with his finger, quickly rejecting the first two, and stopped his fingertip on the third line.

"The Danxia ravine area has many natural caves, which are extremely well hidden, and it is less than 120 kilometers away from the border in a straight line."

Liang Jin took a breath.

Zhou Bingheng folded the paper and put it back in his pocket.

"Notify Xiao Zhao, if you lose them, don't chase after them. Remember the direction of the tire tracks and come back to rendezvous."

"Yes."

"in addition."

Zhou Bingheng tilted his head slightly, his voice flat.

"Song Qingqing was also taken away."

Liang Jin frowned.

"The division commander's niece?"

"When notifying the division headquarters, be careful with your wording."

"They only said that two women were abducted by human traffickers on the platform."

"Do not mention any information about the espionage case."

Liang Jin nodded and turned to leave.

The platform fell silent again.

Zhou Bingheng looked down at his fingertips, where there was still some grease left from the crumbs of brown sugar cake.

He clenched that hand.

The wind at Dinghe Station whipped up yellow sand, blowing through the empty alleyways.

……

The mule cart bumped along the gravel road for more than forty minutes.

Su Xingmian had her eyes closed, her breathing long and even, appearing to be in a deep coma.

But her demonic power had already spread.

The road surface particles changed from fine sand to gravel the size of a thumb, increasing the frequency of bumps.

The altitude is increasing. The moisture in the air is decreasing.

It has the scent of dry sand wormwood mixed with the salty and astringent taste unique to alkaline soil.

Very comfortable.

Dry, high temperature difference, strong ultraviolet radiation.

This is the environment that the Queen of the Night flower likes best.

She even felt her roots stirring.

Beneath the rough linen, her body was pressed tightly against two other young women, both of whom were rather thin.

The one on the left is not very old, with a weak pulse and low body temperature. He has bruises on his wrists from being tied up with rope, which are old injuries, indicating that he has been tied up more than once.

The one on the right is smaller, breathing so shallow it's almost inaudible, with chapped lips, severe dehydration, and repeated medication; its body is nearing its limit.

Su Xingmian's fingers moved slightly under the coarse linen.

She didn't make any big moves.

A silver needle was gently inserted into the wrist of the girl on the right, and a faint trace of the vitality of plants entered her body.

not much.

It was just enough to catch that last bit of breath that was about to dissipate.

The mule cart lurched, and the driver yelled a curse.

Su Xingmian withdrew the silver needles.

She counted the number of turns the mule cart made.

Since we got on the bus, we've turned left three times, right once, and gone straight up a long slope.

The location map was already drawn in her mind.

She's not in a hurry.

The old fox will come.

She left him a way out.

The mule cart slowed down.

In the distance, the sound of an iron gate being pulled open could be heard, mixed with the sounds of men discussing the new goods.

Arrived.