The spring breeze is chilly and the river water is cold and harsh.

Fan Zicheng was so cold that his whole body was stiff. After climbing ashore, someone hurriedly came up and handed over the clothes he had prepared in advance.

He glanced at the man, took his clothes, bent down and got into the car.

Not long.

After changing into clean clothes, Fan Zicheng's body temperature gradually warmed up.

"Brother Fan, this is the machine box I snatched. Put the eighth drawing inside." A little brother in the co-pilot handed over a wooden box tremblingly.

Fan Zicheng took it.

After looking at the machine box, Fan Zicheng looked cold and shook his face expressionlessly, and nothing sounded inside.

However, after knocking, the sound was solid.

Since it is placed in the machine box, it can also be proved indirectly-

This drawing is real and there is no backup.

It is difficult to restore one-to-one for scanning and copying of this kind of drawing, and the results obtained by any subtle differences will be very different from the real ones, so getting the original drawing is the most important thing.

In addition, he had a slug liner next to Ling Xize, so Ling Xize was afraid that he was a little aware of it, so he didn't dare to back up the drawings.

——Ling Xize didn't even tell Si Sheng.

"Oh."

Fan Zicheng pulled the corner of his mouth coldly.

He had no choice but to hold the drawings of the mechanic city. However, a mere mechanic box could not stop him.

His fingers rubbed the texture of the machine box, Fan Zicheng gently locked his eyebrows, and then built the position of the machine in his mind.

Not long after -

Fan Zicheng's fingers began to work.

When he pried open the first small piece of wood, pieces of wood could move, like a puzzle. He disrupted the patterns and recomposed them again, which was a ever-changing combination, but in his eyes there was only the only correct combination.

Finally, there was a "knock".

The top layer of the wooden box spreads to both sides.

At the same time, Fan Zicheng's pupils suddenly shrank. He grabbed the machine box and threw it out.

The machine box flew towards the car window and passed by the edge of the car window-

"Boom--"

The deafening sound echoed in his ears, and Fan Zicheng almost fell to the other side as if it was a conditioned reflex.

*

Si Sheng was waiting for Ling Xize at the intersection of the expressway.

After about two or three minutes of touching, Ling Xize arrived, and did not ask Si Sheng to wait for long.

At the intersection with a dim vision, Ling Xize walked down from the car and looked here. He walked straight away. The wind blew the grass and trees, and the shadows of the trees were swaying. In this dark night, his figure alone was inexplicably eye-catching.

Si Sheng's eyes kept following him.

He opened the car door and sat up. Si Sheng looked at him immediately, "Where are you hurt?"

People have to be full of tails, but after fighting with the criminal, they have some injuries on their bodies, scratches on their foreheads, and scratches on their backs. All they can see are skin trauma, but I don’t know it inside.

"Nothing hurt." Ling Xize chuckled, raised his hand and pinched her face, "I've been to the hospital if I have serious injuries."

"oh."

Si Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up at Butler Lu in the driver's seat, Ling Xize ordered: "Go back."

"yes."

As soon as the Butler Lu responded, he heard Si Sheng say, "I have to wait for the news."

"Don't wait." Ling Xize said, "Fan Zicheng's positioning has disappeared."

"His he found out?" Si Sheng frowned, "or did he block it?"

Ling Xize said slowly: "It should not be discovered. I installed a small system in the machine box. After opening it, I did not enter my fingerprint in time and the automatic destruction program will be started."

“…”

Si Sheng stared at him speechlessly.

Ling Xize's scalp was a little numb when she was staring at her.

Just as he was about to ask, Si Sheng suddenly stretched out his hand at him and grabbed his collar, "What do you mean is the drawings destroyed?"

"Um."

“Where is the backup?”

"No backup." Ling Xize answered truthfully.

“…”

“…”

The two stared at each other with big eyes.

Si Sheng's gaze fell inch by inch.

"Not that," Ling Xize grabbed her hand, "A drawing is more important than a husband?"

"You can look for your husband again if you are gone. If you are gone, you will resurrect Lao Yi?" Si Sheng's voice was sinister.

“…”

This statement is indeed a bit reasonable, and Ling Xize has to accept it.

After a while, Si Sheng frowned, "Is there really no backup?"

"It's too late." Ling Xize explained, "I have Fan Zicheng's eyeliner installed around me. Once the backup drawings are backed up, it is difficult to prevent them from being discovered. The best trick is to not tell anyone and make the eighth drawing do not exist. After confessing to you, I originally wanted to backup, but it came earlier than planned and there was no time."

Si Sheng narrowed his eyes, a little doubted about Ling Xize's meticulous thoughts, "Didn't you keep a second-hand third-hand fourth-hand?"

“…”

Ling Xize spoke silly.

Si Sheng was still suspicious and wanted to force Ling Xize to ask him a few more words, but suddenly a phone call came in.

She glared at Ling Xize, but chose to answer the phone.

"What's the matter?" Her tone was full of anger.

There was a moment of choking.

A few seconds later, he spoke in fear: "Master, we found the location where we finally appeared. We found a car, the door and seat were damaged and blown up. There were still blood. But no one was seen."

“…”

Damn, can Fan Zicheng's grandson run away?

Si Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Search it for me."

"yes!"

Members on the other side of the phone quickly responded.

Si Sheng snatched the phone.

Hearing Si Sheng's tone and words, Ling Xize on the side guessed a little and frowned: "Have you run away?"

"have no idea."

Si Sheng answered angrily.

"Don't be angry," Ling Xize was worried that another little life in her belly would be a small bomb. She grabbed her hand and quickly comforted her, "The eighth drawing is indeed gone, but I have kept half of my hand."

"Half-handed?" Si Sheng glanced at him in surprise.

After pondering for two seconds, Ling Xize said: "When you have almost finished the seven drawings, you should have an answer."

Si Sheng frowned, "What are you fighting for?"

If she doesn't like her, she will get angry again.

Ling Xize laughed, handed her a bottle of water, and then said two words quietly-

"Qin Fan."

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It's over!

I've finally finished writing this plot!

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Chapter completed!