Shocking! The young educated youth had just arrived and was already clashing with spies.

Chapter 457 only believes that not enough people have been killed to deter others.

Chu Xin quickly recalled how many times she had used lightning powers to enhance bullets, and when those instances might have been noticed.

However, she discovered that this time period was very difficult to determine because she had used her lightning powers to fire guns in Hong Kong, the Northwest, and even initially in the Northeast.

After thinking for a while, without a definite time, Chu Xin simply gave up and stopped thinking about it.

Although it's unclear how Hong Yan'an obtained those bullets, the fact that he's been targeting people at the arsenal suggests that someone likely wants to know what kind of weapon can leave special markings on those bullet casings.

After all, back in Hong Kong, didn't some people suspect that he had special weapons?

She had already killed as many people as possible who were curious about her. If she were to be targeted again, Chu Xin would not blame herself for not being careful enough; she would only think that she had not killed enough people to deter others.

It's true that caution is the best policy, but no matter how powerful she is, she's still just a human, and not everything is under her control.

And she won't make this public.

They wouldn't feel guilty, thinking that it was all their fault that these people had gotten into trouble one after another.

However, she will work even harder to investigate the case, not only because of her job, but also because she doesn't want any lurking rats watching her closely.

Call her selfish or heartless, Chu Xin has her own considerations when it comes to her conduct and actions.

"Big sister, what are you looking at?"

Hong Yangyang is indeed no ordinary child; he is very good at observing people.

Chu Xin originally wanted to pretend and fool the child, but then she thought it best to be honest and straightforward.

Seeing them reminded me of something, and I became engrossed in them.

"Oh, it's because they're very different, right?"

I was quite surprised when I first saw them. Dad said these patterns are very unusual and rare. Creating such patterns, even by quenching the bullet casing alone, is no easy task. It requires very precise control of temperature, time, quenching medium, and many other factors. Therefore, they are treasures and well worth studying.

Instead of asking her what she was thinking, little Hong Yangyang started talking about something else.

Chu Xin raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. Did Hong Yan'an not treat Hong Yangyang like a child at all?

"Did your father tell you these things?"

Hong Yangyang started filling the pit with soil, her little face unusually shy. "No, I overheard Dad talking to an uncle and remembered it."

A sudden idea flashed through Chu Xin's mind, and she diligently helped fill in the soil, saying seemingly casually:

"Really? When was that? How can you have such a good memory?"

The little boy tilted his head and thought for a moment, "It was before the Lunar New Year. I remember that day, because that uncle and my dad were talking for so long, they forgot that they had promised to buy me candy."

"So, that person gave your dad the bullet casing?"

This time, Hong Yangyang did not answer, but simply continued to bury the soil with her head down.

Chu Xin didn't insist. She carefully helped him finish the final work of burying the soil and even stomped the ground hard for him.

"Once the top layer of soil dries in a couple of days, it will be exactly the same as the surrounding ground, and no one will be able to tell the difference."

Hong Yangyang thought for a moment, then ran out the door and quickly brought back some dry soil with her little hands, sprinkling it on the soil surface in a rather authentic manner.

Once wasn't enough, so I made several more trips back and forth.

He was doing his work so carefully, little did he know that the treasure he had just witnessed had already been secretly taken away by the older girl in front of him.

Chu Xin firmly believed that nowhere was as safe as her own personal space.

Hong Yangyang stopped when the ground was restored to look almost the same as the rest of the area. He clapped his little hands and then stepped on it again with satisfaction.

Chu Xin was truly impressed by the little boy's cleverness, and just watched him busy himself.

After the two finished their work and washed their hands, the main room door, which had been tightly closed, finally opened, and Zhou Yichen and Chu Yunting came out amidst Hong's mother's earnest instructions.

"Please go to great lengths to find my son. I need to see him alive or dead. I can't let him die out there without knowing why!"

These were words he had said many times, repeated over and over because of the heavy expectations in his heart. Zhou Yichen would respond each time, his expression serious but never impatient.

"Don't worry, we will find him."

Chu Yunting came down the steps first and saw Chu Xin standing with a little child. He smiled and went over to her, asking, "What are you playing?"

Hong Yangyang pouted but didn't say anything.

This uncle didn't introduce himself and didn't seem very bright. Besides, didn't he say earlier in the house that there wasn't much fun with kids? Why is he coming over to ask questions now?

Chu Xin looked at him like a fool, skipped his question, and asked back, "Any new developments? Has that woman said anything about the situation?"

So many days have passed, by now all the sadness should have been cried out, right?

Chu Yunting wasn't angry at being ignored, mainly because Chu Xin always treated him this way. As for the little kid, he didn't expect him to answer at all.

The little kid must have been too scared to speak when he saw such a tall and strong uncle, right?

"No, she just keeps crying."

Chu Yunting looked constipated.

Speaking of this, he also felt a headache coming on. Fortunately, there was still Hong's mother who could handle things, but if things continued like this, there would be no need for the Hong family to come anymore.

That's it...

Chu Xin looked towards the main house. Hong Yan'an's lover hadn't come out, but he was secretly watching the movements in the courtyard.

She no longer had a tearful expression on her face; she just kept frowning and biting her lip, and it was unclear what she meant.

Anyway, she's definitely hiding something.

She cried a few times before, but she didn't have as many facial expressions when she was hiding it from others. The difference between the two is whether Hong Yangyang is at home or not.

Chu Xin narrowed her eyes slightly. As Hong Yan'an's wife and mother, this woman must know how Hong Yan'an raised his son. Could it be that she has already suspected Hong Yangyang?

This is going to be difficult. Hong Yangyang couldn't even fool himself, so wouldn't it be easier to fool his mother?

So what should she, as an outsider, do?

Are you suggesting she say she and her son hit it off immediately, felt like they were long-lost friends, and that since they hadn't had enough fun, she wanted to take him away to continue playing?

Even if Chu Xin were willing to swallow her pride, the other party would definitely agree, so it would be easier to just sneak in and steal someone away in the middle of the night.

No one knew what she was thinking. Zhou Yichen quickly calmed down Hong's mother, stepped down the steps, and said, "That's enough for today. Let's go back now."

Chu Xin pulled herself out of her thoughts and decided not to say anything too presumptuous. She squatted down and said to Hong Yangyang, "Sister is leaving now. If you have any problems you can't solve, have your grandma bring you to me, okay?"

Hong Yangyang nodded vigorously, "Okay, sister."

"Whether you really know or are just pretending, don't forget about me."

Chu Xin wanted to pinch his cheek, but considering the little guy was a bit mature, she didn't. Instead, she leaned closer and patted the mud off his pants, while repeating what she had just said in a low voice, "Remember, you must be with Grandma before you go out, understand?"

Even if I can't understand what she means, it's fine to do what she says.

Hong Yangyang was puzzled by his new friend repeating himself over and over, but he had a good memory.

My father once said that when he doesn't know what to do, he can choose to listen to the people he trusts.

His grandmother, like his older sister, was someone he trusted.

So he nodded solemnly and earnestly promised, "I will remember you, big sister."