My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 959 - 878: All Hands on Deck

This pit is not large; a determined person could dig it out in two nights. With a key to the storage room, anyone could manage it. This pit doesn’t necessarily involve the cemetery staff.

The staff, no longer daring to be careless, carefully observed the storage room.

A top psychology student in the SWAT team suddenly asked, "Mr. Lu, you once said the kidnapper claimed to be the son of a certain director. Has that director been buried underground?"

So is the kidnapper commemorating his father buried underground in this way?

Lu Qing’s heart raced, "What do you mean?"

"To fulfill this psychological complex, the kidnapper would definitely create a more ritualistic way."

Lu Qing watched the two pets digging, instructing the SWAT team to clear the clutter in the storage room as fast as possible, break through the wooden floor, and examine if there were other vacuum spaces.

Qin Miaomiao frowned, "No, there’s not enough time."

There’s only ten seconds left until the game ends. She believes this time holds real significance.

Without a word, Qin Miaomiao jumped into the half-meter square pit.

The pit’s height was only up to her waist. She couldn’t bend over, only squat down. Once squatting, the pit’s height just covered her head. The pit was uneven. The place where a digital camera was placed earlier still had a shallow indentation. But on the side wall, there was a line of small characters, "The game is over."

Qin Miaomiao didn’t understand, instinctively touching the wall but found it didn’t feel as dry as it looked; instead, it felt like smooth wood. She immediately shouted, "There’s a problem."

Lu Qing pulled Qin Miaomiao up, and the SWAT team dismantled the wall.

The wall was a piece of fake wood. Behind it, Da Bao was wrapped tightly, wearing an oxygen mask, sleeping quietly, seemingly unable to wake up anytime soon.

Finally found Da Bao, but unsure of Da Bao’s fate.

Qin Miaomiao completely fainted in Lu Qing’s arms.

The hostage was safe, but the kidnapper got away.

Old Sir Lu pressed his chest when he heard the news, signaling the driver to drive.

When the car passed a corner, it brushed past another car.

Old Sir Lu, now advanced in years, was exhausted from the emotional upheaval and didn’t notice when the passing car lowered its window to reveal a gentle face.

The driver in the other car said, "Mr. Jiu, should we stop?"

Mr. Su replied, "Keep going."

Mr. Su’s car stopped outside the villa.

As Meng Yan and others were coming out of the villa. Heading straight to the garage to get the car.

They had just learned that Da Bao was safe, but Qin Miaomiao was in shock and unconscious. As friends, it was only right to visit her.

Though the kidnapper escaped, Da Bao’s safety was enough. The kidnapper could run for now, but not forever.

The two groups just missed each other.

As Mr. Su entered the villa, the servants were tidying up the tea set. Mr. Su signaled to them without a word, indicating there was no need for tea.

He went straight to the study.

Mr. Su could guess there had been guests in the villa recently. It had nothing to do with him. He wasn’t concerned. He was just curious why Qin Miaomiao didn’t inform him about Da Bao’s incident. If it weren’t for Little second stepping in, would she have kept him in the dark?

In the silent study, Mr. Su sat behind the desk, idly spinning Sandalwood Buddhist Beads, the wooden beads clacking against each other with a rhythmic sound. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Little second’s entry was startlingly abrupt, "Mr. Jiu, there’s news from the dark line in the south of the city."

The dark line in the south of the city had been monitoring the movements of an assassin organization. Little third was previously involved, but the plan was top-secret; except for those led by Mr. Jiu, almost no one knew.