Fu Nanli held her hand and said, "It doesn't hurt. Let's eat."
After all the hassle, it was already ten o'clock in the evening and it started to rain outside. After dinner, the dishes were thrown into the dishwasher.
Wen Qiao took Fu Nanli to the living room and helped him deal with the scratches on his neck. He said earnestly, "I am not a fickle person. Since I'm in love with you, you shouldn't worry about gains and losses."
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes and looked at her, feeling like he was being taught a lesson by a little kid.
Wen Qiao tilted his head to look at him: "Isn't what I said right?"
The sound of rain splashed outside the window. Fu Nanli grabbed her wrist and gently rubbed her wrist bone. The deep affection in his voice was clear at a glance: "Wen Qiao, do you like me?"
The light of water shimmered on his face. For some reason, Wen Qiao felt a little distressed. She couldn't figure out why she felt distressed.
She told him very seriously: "I like you, of course I like you."
He reached out and pulled the man into his arms.
It was a chaotic night and Wen Qiao slept at Fu Nanli's place. The next day happened to be the weekend, so she went home after breakfast.
The person in charge of the online W Guild left her a message: "One of the gangs that tried to steal the famous painting Sunflowers before, they are also the most powerful gang. As long as the money is in place, they will do anything. I heard that they recently went to Country Z. It is likely that they have received some mission. You should be careful."
Wen Qiao replied with a [Got it]
Then she opened the surveillance comparison software that she had been using to find her uncle.
My uncle has been missing for more than ten years. Although the road monitoring system was not as advanced as it is today, there are still traces to be found.
She set it up to automatically search the national surveillance videos for that year, and there would be an alert as long as her uncle's face was involved.
She didn't have high expectations at first, but when she opened the software, a 'match' message suddenly popped up.
Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat and he immediately zoomed in on the screen. The time displayed was January 29th, seventeen years ago, one month after his uncle disappeared, on a path near Kyoto International Airport.
He was just a teenager at that time, and the image quality was a bit blurry. There was a man on each side of him, who seemed to be supporting him, and he might also be being held hostage. However, the two men were wearing masks and baseball caps, and their appearances could not be distinguished at all.
My uncle seemed to have discovered the surveillance video, and he looked up.
The only thing exposed to the camera about the two men was part of their necks.
She vaguely noticed that there seemed to be something on the man's neck. After taking a screenshot and enlarging it, she found that it was a tattoo, which seemed to be a pentagram pattern.
What kind of gang is this
Wen Qiao followed the two men and wrote down the license plate number of the black Volkswagen. When he checked the license plate later, he found that it was a fake license plate car.
The clue was broken again.
Wen Qiao felt a little lost.
But then I thought, my uncle has been missing for a month and is still alive and well. Doesn't this at least prove that the other party has no intention of killing him
My uncle didn't run away from home on his own, but was kidnapped by someone.
What was the purpose of these people kidnapping him
Is it because my uncle’s IQ is 230 that they captured him for research
The highest IQ record in human history is 230 of Leonardo da Vinci. This kind of rare genius is probably what people with a curiosity mentality want to study.
Wen Qiao was a little anxious. She just hoped that her uncle could live well, safely and healthily.
(End of this chapter)