Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

Chapter 804 The Cage of Innocence 44

“They have a high-ranking official who went missing, and you were the one who handled the case when you were the contact.” Qin Che stopped what he was doing and looked at you leisurely. “You might be on their assassination list too.”

"Tch, don't try to scare me." You rolled your eyes at him and continued to examine the scene.

As you walk up the dusty stairs, the crisp sound of your boots crushing broken glass echoes repeatedly in the empty hallway.

As I turned the corner, I caught a glimpse of a very faint, unusual color at the base of the wall. The texture of that patch of mottled plaster was more regular than the rest, and there was a layer of fresh ash at the seams, as if it had been touched not long ago.

You raise your hand, press it against the wall, and gently push. With a dull thud as the bricks rub against each other, a hidden door disguised as a wall slowly opens inward.

A smell mixed with mold and disinfectant hit me, and countless dust particles were churning wildly in the beam of light that slanted down from the skylight above.

The space behind the door was cleaner than I had imagined. There were still dried dark stains on the edge of the lab bench, and various test tubes were lying in the enamel tray, some of which were still covered with solidified dark red liquid.

You shine a flashlight across the corner of the wall, then suddenly stop.

A computer was half-buried in a pile of broken files, its paint peeling off like a rag, revealing the rusted metal underneath.

"Can it still be opened?" You raised an eyebrow, kicked away the broken pieces of wood at your feet, and squatted down to brush the dust off the keyboard.

The moment your fingertip casually taps the Enter key, the screen suddenly flashes with a "sizzle" sound and then a pale blue startup interface slowly lights up in front of you, the soft light making even the dust on your eyelashes clearly visible.

【Item number DL-039 is in standby mode...】

[Item DL-039 is ready. Please enter the password...]

You and Qin Che exchanged a glance: "It's unlikely that we can crack the code in a short time. How about we take this thing back?"

Qin Che stepped forward, squatted down, and began to examine the computer, seemingly agreeing with your suggestion.

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As we drove away from the abandoned building, the sound of tires rolling over the gravel road startled the night birds perched in the treetops.

You glanced at the building in the rearview mirror as it shrank into a black dot, then swerved onto the main road and drove straight toward Qin Che's residence in the Upper City.

After all, there is no safer place in the world than Qin Che's home.

It was late at night, and only a floor lamp was lit in the living room.

Qin Che slumped lazily in the velvet sofa, his long legs crossed and resting on the armrest, a yellowed novel between his fingers, the edges of the pages frayed from being turned so many times.

The noise you made while showering didn't bother him.

An hour later, you emerge from the kitchen in your comfortable pajamas, carrying a cup of hot milk, and he is still in the same position.

"Qin Che." You placed the cup on the coffee table in front of him, the bottom of the cup making a crisp sound as it struck the glass.

You tilt your head and stare at him, your gaze sweeping over his long legs casually draped over the sofa armrest before settling on the old book. You deliberately drawl out your words, with a hint of teasing, "What book are you reading so intently? I walked right past you and you didn't even lift an eyelid." You sit down next to him on the sofa, resting your elbows on your knees and propping your chin up, seemingly waiting for an answer with utter bewilderment.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly raised his eyes to look over.

Her red eyes softened slightly in the warm yellow light, yet still held a hint of an indescribable smile.

The pages of the book he was holding between his fingers were gently closed, making a soft sound as they fell face down on his knees. His tone was as indifferent as if he were talking about the weather: "You're even jealous of a book now?"