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A taut hemp rope y across her path, about 10 timeters above the ground. In the darkness, it was almost invisible unless you looked closely.
One end of the rope was tied to a hidden bush, and the other disappeared into the dirt near a rge rock.
This was a tripwire ndmine.
Although crudely made, it was a real ndmine.
Cold sweat instantly covered Xiaomeng's forehead.
No wohe vilge chief didn't e night guards; they had buried ndmines along the only path out of the vilge.
That was close.
The two carefully stepped over the hemp rope and then ied the area.
Fortunately, there was only this one.
Just as Xiaomeng was trying to determihe dire toward the mountain path leading to Anping Town, she suddenly realized Jiang g was gone.
Turning around, she was surprised to see Jiang g lying on the ground, crawling along the hemp rope's path, carefully clearing some dirt. Theook something out of his pocket.
His as were extremely professional.
After a few minutes of busy work, Jiang g stood up, holding a bck obje his hand.
Xiaomeng stared at Jiang g as if he were an alien.
He had actually gone bad disarmed the ndmine?!
Putting aside his specialized skill in bomb disposal, she was more puzzled by Jiang g's iions.
But soon, she uood.
She watched as Jiang g carefully cradled the ndmine and ran back to the vilge. He buried it at the vilge entrahe up before c the hemp rope with some weeds.
After finishing everything, Jiang g cheerfully ran back. "Let's go."
Xiaomeng's throat involuntarily rolled as if she wao say something, but after a long pause, she kept quiet.
The two tinued in the dire Xiaomeng had chosen.
Ohey ehe forest, they sped up. Wild animals like hares and mountain foxes roamed this area, so the vilgers wouldn't have pdmines here.
Their physical fitness was much better than the average person, and pared to the vilgers who were used to mountain paths, they weren't much slower. At this pace, they would reaping Town before dawn.
Weird sounds occasionally came from the forest, like animals passing by or perhaps someone following them.
"What exactly do you do?" Xiaomeng asked in a low voice.
Jiang g thought for a moment before replying, "I have many professions, depending on what the t prefers. Personally, I lean toward being a doctor," he said excitedly. "Because the b coat is loose, it's easy to hide tips from the supervisor."
Xiaomeng: "How did you not blow yourself up while disarming the mine?"
"Tch," Jiang g muttered in dissatisfa.
"Even if you're the top of the high-end team, how do you expin disarming aing up ndmines?" Xiaomeng eyed him warily. "I don't believe they teach that in your training."
Jiang g thought for a while, then mysteriously replied, "Well, I learhis on my own. I bought a sed-hand video course o cost 15 yuan for miing, and if you afford it, you could add 10 yuan to learn bomb disposal too."
Xiaome a headache ing from listening to Jiang g talk, so she shut her mouth and ignored him.
"This is really easy," Jiang g said. "Knowledge is power. I reend you check it out. If you want, just give me your WeChat, and I’ll send it to you."
Xiaomeng sneered. "Are you sure you're not going to use my WeChat to identify me and then bring people to catch me?"
"What would I catch you for?" Jiang g said, spreading his hands ily. "With your look and figure, I bet the 200 group wouldn't even want you."
TL/N: The "200 group" (二百组) is likely a refereo a ranking or category, often used humorously or sarcastically in ese texts to signify something or someone perceived as average, subpar, or undesirable in a specifitext, like appearaalent, or skills
Xiaomeng's face flushed red from anger. Her blood was boiling, and she no longer felt cold.
After walking for several hours, they finally reached the edge of the forest.
They stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing at Anping Town not far away.
It was around 2 or 3 a.m., and the town was eerily quiet.
Some houses had red and white nterns hanging outside, varying in size.
The nterns swayed slightly in the night breeze, giving off a strange feeling.
Xiaomeng stared at the nterns, her eyes fshing with an odd expression.
"Do you think those nterns are reted to the ghosts?" she whispered.
Jiang g squinted, slowly sing the town, then nodded after a long pause. "It's possible."
Earlier, they had seen that some vilgers kept dogs, so they abahe idea of sneaking into Anping Town uhe cover of night to avoid arming anyone.
The two found a sheltered depression at the edge of the forest.
It was a low-lying area, shielded by rocks and a few trees, perfect for hiding aing.
The step was to wait for dawn and then head back to the town to find the archived files and uhe name of the female ghost to plete the clues.
Based on the current situation, they would decide whether to ght to Anping Inn to capture the hidden Qian family member.
All clues poio Anping Inn, the final and most critical point of the mission. It was likely hiding a dahey were unaware of.
"I have a feeling," Xiaomeng, led between rocks and trees, suddenly spoke, "Tomorrow will be the st day. After the sus, it will never rise again."
Jiang g thought for a moment and then said, "That's scary."
Xiaomeng watched him, her curiosity about him reag its peak.
What kind of person was he? What was his background, and what kind of job did he have?
She couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind.
But ohing she was sure of and accepted:
His ability.
He appeared carefree and indifferent to everything, but iy, he was meticulous and anized, making decisive as in tough situations without ever showing guilt afterward.
Rather than resembling a person, he seemed like a fiuned mae.
He had no unnecessary emotions, only occasionally crag a few provocative jokes, but there was almost ional fluctuation.
So far, Xiaomeng could only guess that he might have a strange obsession with certain professions in KTV. In both missions, he had been tirelessly introdug his profession to everyone.
His face glowed with pride as if he were talking about something to make his family proud.
Xiaomeng specuted that it might be reted to his childhood experiences.
For example, some of his retives might have worked in a simir industry.
The influence of those family members, along with the profession they were in, had probably affected him in subtle ways.
A person's childhood is a crucial period for shaping their character, and such character development is almost irreversible.
People with cold personality disorders often suffer from long-term domestic or external violend , causing them to bee numb to ive stimuli. Over time, they develop iionally distant and distorted individuals.
(End of the Chapter)
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