Don't bother, the real daughter, she is recommended to Qingbei Zhibo

Mr. Qi's words silenced Ning Zhi. It all came a little late, but dad probably wanted to see everything he had paid for come to light again.

"But" Ning Sihua said, "We don't know the password now."

Fu Qian clicked on the note in the book, "Could this be a password?"

Ning Zhi shook her head, "Dad would never use such a simple number as a password, and Sihua also said before that files are encrypted with three layers. Even if this is one of the passwords, we don't know which layer it is. .”

"Also" Ning Zhi looked at the seemingly ordinary key on the table, "its function is not yet known."

Mr. Qi looked at the key, walked a few steps forward, picked it up and looked at it carefully for a while, and said uncertainly: "I think I have seen this key before."

All eyes in the small conference room were focused on him. Mr. Qi frowned and thought. He was sure he had seen this key, but where had he seen it?

The silence didn't last long. Mr. Qi suddenly slapped his hand on the table, "It's the key to the house!"

"what?"

Mr. Qi called his granddaughter and asked her to take a photo of the key to his home.

Within a minute, Mr. Qi showed the photo to Ning Zhi.

Ning Zhi could confirm with just one glance that this was indeed the same key.

"This is the house I was assigned fifty years ago. I bought it at my own expense thirty years ago. Ru Shi was also assigned a house there twenty years ago. I thought the house was taken back after Ru Shi died, because He never said that he had bought the house."

Ning Zhi held the key tightly. It seemed that they needed to take a trip.

But when she stood up, Fu Qian reached out and held her down, "Azhi, let's eat first."

They had been working hard all day and didn't even have time to eat lunch.

Ning Zhi pursed her lips slightly. Although she wanted to go there now to see where her parents lived and what her father left behind, the heat from Fu Qian on her hand made her calm down and nodded, " good."

"If you don't mind, you can eat in our canteen," the team leader in charge of the case said.

"Thank you."

Ning Zhi was always absent-minded during the meal. She was a little uneasy. This uneasiness came from a very unfounded reason, just an inexplicable panic.

Fu Qian, who was sitting next to Ning Zhi, patted her back gently and whispered: "The situation now is much better than when we checked by ourselves before. The higher-ups take action, so we don't have to worry about anything else."

Ning Zhi poked the rice in the bowl and lowered her eyes slightly, "I'm afraid... someone will rush to destroy the evidence."

Fu Qian understood what she meant. If it were him, he would also have this worry.

Team leader Cheng, who had been away for a while, came back and told Ning Zhi a piece of news.

"The higher authorities have decided to set up a special investigation team. Miss Ning, don't worry, we will definitely find out the truth."

Ning Zhi clenched her chopsticks and nodded to him, "I believe you."

It was completely dark when they left the National Security Bureau. They were accompanied by members of the investigation team. Their main purpose was to protect Ning Zhi and possible clues.

Mr. Qi was also there. Along the way, he told Ning Zhi a lot of stories about Ning Rushi's past. After listening to it, Ning Zhi couldn't help but sigh. After her old father chased her mother, he had the experience of spreading dog food to the entire unit.

This community looked a bit old. Ning Zhi got out of the car and looked over, feeling emotional.

But it's also true that fifty years have passed since Mr. Qi first lived here, so there is a problem if there is no change. Mr. Qi took them to the place where Ning Rushi lived. Ning Zhi held the key tightly and inserted it into the keyhole accurately. With a slight twist, there was a subtle "click" and the door opened.

It turned out to be true.

Ning Zhi stood at the door and was stunned for a while. It wasn't until Fu Qian patted her gently that Ning Zhi came back to her senses.

When I opened the door and walked in, I found that the room was still the same as before, but it was covered with thick dust. It was obvious that no one had lived in it for ten years.

However, there were signs of the arrival of other people. The national security personnel who came with them walked cautiously inside. At the same time, they came to a conclusion and explained this to Ning Zhi.

"Judging from the situation, it should have happened in the past three or four years, and the dust has been covered again."

"The other party searched for a while and left without getting any useful information."

The layout of the two-bedroom and one-living room is small, and the furniture and other items are very simple, but Ning Zhi can clearly see that the placement of some things is very similar to that of his home in Lincheng.

There was no study room, so Ning Zhi pushed open the bedroom to the north, which contained a large amount of draft paper and books, as well as a small crib.

There was already a musty smell in the room. Ning Zhi took the mask from Fu Qian and put it on before walking in.

There were some toys in the crib. Ning Zhi bent down and picked up a square sandbag that was obviously hand-sewn.

The sandbag was not big and looked ordinary, but after Ning Zhi picked it up, her mood obviously changed.

"Azhi?" Fu Qian took a step forward worriedly.

Ning Zhi shook her head and held up the handmade sandbag to show him, "I have several identical ones at home."

"Exactly the same?"

"It's not quite right, because when I was a child, I put them together and found that it was a pattern, but I couldn't put it together completely. I was still young at the time, so I thought it was my problem, and I never thought about it again."

Things had reached this point. Whether it was Fu Qian, Ning Zhi, or others who had followed the whole process, they all realized that these seemingly useless things were all key points of Ning Ru's plan back then. The layout from years ago.

Ning Zhi clenched the sandbags and took a deep breath, "Fu Qian, find someone to help me get all those sandbags."

"it is good."

After confirming that the sandbag was useful, Ning Zhi put it away. No matter what happened next, it was in her hands now.

Ning Zhi and others searched other places in the house and found no clues about the project or the case.

Ning Zhi looked at the sandbag in her hand. Did her father go to all this trouble just to let her find this sandbag? I always feel like something is not quite right.

Standing in the center of the living room, Ning Zhi looked around, and finally focused on the dead potted plant.

The flower pot is very big, but unfortunately the plant is withered and you can’t tell what it is.

Ning Zhi walked over and found a verse engraved on the flower pot that was easily overlooked.

Hidden deep in the mountains, no one can see my face.

Ning Zhi couldn't remember whose poem this was, but she probably guessed the purpose of this poem being engraved here.

"Break open this flowerpot."