I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

An Jianjun's voice was somewhat low.

"The snow line was once a secret logistics team on the border."

"She was in the group, responsible for medical cover and intelligence relay."

"Once you join that group, it's a sacrifice to maintain a unified narrative for your family and the outside world."

"That's the rule!"

An Ran directly retorted.

"rule?"

"What kind of rule is it to tell my daughter that she heroically sacrificed herself twenty years ago!"

"If she wasn't an ordinary person, then where did she die?"

"Who took her there, who retrieved her, and who abandoned her?"

On the other end of the phone, I heard a series of rather labored breathing sounds.

An Jianjun had suppressed his emotions for a long time, but in the end he couldn't hold back any longer.

"She didn't die from mission failure."

"She died because..."

As he spoke, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to remember something and abruptly stopped.

But Anran had already heard it.

"Where did you die?"

"You've finished speaking."

"An Jianjun, finish what you were saying."

Finally, they couldn't control themselves any longer, and a low growl came from over there again.

"She died before her own people could retrieve her body, and they still haven't been able to recover it!"

"Did you understand?"

The rain grew heavier.

Anran stood still, not moving for a long time.

They died before their own people could retrieve their bodies, and they couldn't even get them back?

She held the phone, her eyes instantly turning red.

"Then who's stopping us from retrieving her body? And where exactly is it?!"

"You're on that line too, aren't you?"

"Is that you in the photo?"

An Jianjun did not deny it.

This moment of silence is the answer.

An Ran's voice trembled as she pressed out one question after another.

"So you know."

"You knew it from the beginning."

"You watched me visit her grave, you watched me listen to those platitudes every year, you watched me act like a fool for twenty years."

"You're really something."

Judging from An Jianjun's tone, he had already reached his limit.

"I'm protecting you."

"The things connected to your mother are things you can't handle right now."

"Don't touch the White Pagoda. And definitely don't touch the line with the lady!"

"I really regret sending you there. I never thought those bastards would still be there."

"Stop right now, go back to your country, and I'll handle the rest!"

An Ran's chest heaved even more upon hearing this.

"You handle this?"

"If you could handle it, my mother wouldn't be left with just a single sheet of bloody paper."

"You've kept this from me for twenty years, and now you're telling me you'll handle it?"

"I'm asking you one last time."

"How exactly did she die?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Finally, An Jianjun managed to squeeze out only one sentence.

"Ranran."

"Don't go any further."

"Please, I'm begging you!"

The glint of tears in An Ran's eyes vanished instantly.

She didn't say anything more.

He smashed the phone away.

With a bang.

The satellite phone was dropped into the puddles outside the shed, and the casing cracked on the spot.

An Ran turned and left.

They walked very fast.

The direction is also quite clear.

White Pagoda.

She's going now.

He had only taken two steps when his wrist was grabbed.

An Ran suddenly turned around.

Chen Zheng had come out of the shed at some point and blocked An Ran's way, not giving way even half a step.

Rainwater slid down his shoulders.

His face was expressionless; he simply stared straight at An Ran.

"Relax," An Ran whispered.

Chen Zheng did not loosen his grip at all.

"You can't go now."

An Ran immediately began to struggle.

"Can't we go?"

"When should I go, after they've burned all the wires and ensured my mother's story never sees the light of day again?"

As she spoke, she tried to pull her hand away, but she couldn't.

"Your mother didn't die here, and the cause of her death wasn't covered up. Of course you can stay calm!"

"Always knows which way to go, always has a clear understanding of the situation."

"And what about me?"

"My dad kept my mother's situation a secret from me for twenty years, and now he can't even give a complete account of how she died. Am I supposed to stand here and listen to your reasoning?"

"Do you just want to watch me go crazy, and then tell me I was wrong again?"

Chen Zheng stared at An Ran, rain streaming down his forehead.

He still didn't let go.

"If you rush out now, you won't be doing it to collect debts for your mother."

"It's to save trouble for the other side."

An Ran's eyes became even redder.

"Of course you would say that."

"You're always right."

"You're always so calm, it makes me feel like a useless piece of trash who can only lose control."

"Are you never afraid of losing anything?"

After this sentence was spoken.

Chen Zheng remained silent for a moment.

An Ran stopped talking and just stared intently at Chen Zheng.

After a moment, Chen Zheng slowly spoke.

"meeting."

That's why I'm not letting you go to your death.

An Ran's breathing suddenly faltered.

She subconsciously bit her lip, but her struggling movements stopped because of those words.

Chen Zheng said softly again.

"Your dad is lying."

"But it doesn't necessarily mean it's harming you."

"His first reaction wasn't to deny it, but to ask where you were."

"He told you to stop not because he was completely guilty, but because he knew this line of work was very complicated."

"What happened to your mother is no longer a simple matter of cause of death."

"There's a recycling chain behind it, people who cut it off, and a 20-year-old cold case."

"Even if you rush to the White Tower now and manage to kill them all and find clues, what good will it do?"

Anran stood in the rain, her hands still trembling.

Finally, she asked.

"What should I do then?"

The words were spoken softly, no longer as forceful as before.

All that remained was a profound sense of exhaustion.

Chen Zheng then slowly released An Ran's wrist, took out the old identification buckle, and put it back into An Ran's hand.

"First, find out how she died."

"Then we'll decide who to pick a fight with."

Anran gripped the identification tag tightly.

Upon seeing this, Chen Zheng suddenly reached out his hand.

"Don't move."

An Ran was taken aback.

Chen Zheng took the identification tag out of her palm and ran his fingertip along the edge.

The outer layer of the buckle is badly worn, but there is a very shallow seam on the inner ring.

Previously, bloodstains and mud covered the seams, but now, after being washed by the rain, the seams are exposed.

He held the identification clip up to the light at the entrance of the tent.

I looked at it for two seconds.

Then, using my fingernail to press against a small opening, I gently twisted it.

With a click.

The inner layer has loosened.

An Ran's breathing suddenly stopped.

When Ah Kun and Zhou Cheng heard that the two had stopped arguing, they also poked their heads out of the shed.

Chen Zheng slowly disassembled the inner layer of the identification buckle.

A small, very thin piece of moisture-proof film fell out from inside.

If it hadn't been hidden here, no one would have guessed.

Chen Zheng spread the piece of moisture-proof film in his palm and then took the lamp and shone it closer.

The text on it was densely packed with tiny characters.

The top is a series of coordinates.

N21°47′13″

E100°06′41″

Anran stared at the line of words, her fingers tightening little by little.

Let's look down further.

There are two very small letters in the bottom right corner of the note.

Anran recognized it.

I remember seeing this method of signing on the bottom of old medicine boxes I found at home when I was a child.

The corner of my mother's old handwritten notebook was like that too.

Those are the initials of Anran's mother's name.