My backyard leads to the underworld. I became famous by selling goods.

When the people on the helicopter got off, Song Mian realized that there was a professional filming team sitting on the plane.

Whenever he saw something like this kind of footage, he would feel inexplicably nervous. Song Mian was planning to hide behind the crowd when he heard a steady and powerful voice.

"Are you Ms. Song Mian?"

As the voice sounded, Song Mian saw that the special police officers who were blocking her way suddenly dispersed to both sides as if they had agreed to do so, making way for her.

Song Mian appeared in front of the camera without any preparation.

A middle-aged man in military uniform stepped down from the helicopter. He looked to be in his sixties, but he was in high spirits, with many military medals on his chest. As he approached, the special police officers said in unison:

"Hello, Chief!"

The ups and downs of the voice entered Song Mian's ears directly, shocking her!

"Hello, Ms. Song Mian. I'm Ling Jiao. Among the young Red Army soldiers you rescued this time, Ling Hongsheng is my great-uncle. When Longding Mountain was occupied by the enemy, my maternal grandmother fled with her newborn child. Later, when she heard that my great-uncle was born, she wanted to return to find him.

Unfortunately, for so many years, nothing was found. My maternal grandmother, even until her death, was still thinking about my uncle. It had always been our wish to have my uncle and the young Red Army soldiers return home. I had always thought that this wish would never be realized, even in my generation, but I never imagined that you would actually find the young Red Army soldiers.

It was you who gave us the opportunity to send the young Red Army soldiers home, and it was you who truly helped them return home. On behalf of the military region and everyone else, I thank you for your help."

As Ling Jiao spoke, Song Mian shook hands with him.

The flash lights around her kept flashing, and Song Mian's pretty face flushed a little: "This is all within my ability. Besides, I just discovered it by chance."

"If you hadn't taken the children away from the clutches of the human traffickers, you wouldn't have discovered the remains of these little Red Army soldiers. You saved the children, fought against the criminals, and helped the little Red Army soldiers return home. Your contribution is truly immeasurable! Ms. Song Mian, we express our most sincere respect to you, and please don't refuse." Ling Jiao's eyes were burning. After letting go of Song Mian's hand, he saluted Song Mian.

"Everyone, listen up! Let's pay the highest respect to Ms. Song Mian!"

All government officials present stood still and saluted Song Mian!

"Thank you, you are so polite." Song Mian quickly thanked them.

"Ms. Song Mian, we have brought coffins for the little Red Army soldiers. Please join us in sending them home." Ling Jiao said.

"Okay, let's go." Song Mian cooperated very well and returned to the cave with everyone's company.

The bodies of the little Red Army soldiers in the cave were all mixed together. Because the events in the past happened so long ago, it was impossible to distinguish their bodies, which made Ling Jiao and the others feel embarrassed.

Seeing cold sweat on Ling Jiao and the others' foreheads and looking at a loss, Song Mian watched Xiao Shitou's soul appear in a dark corner.

"Sister, let them put our bodies together. We are all partners who have shared joys and sorrows and fought together. We have been with each other for eighty years. We hope that we can always be together in the future." Behind Xiao Shitou, Hong Sheng and others appeared.

"Okay, I'll convey your message." Song Mian said, walking towards Ling Jiao who was in front of the camera.

"Commander, I think it would be better for us to let the young Red Army soldiers stay together. This is also their wish." Song Mian came under the camera and said to Ling Jiao in a low voice.

"How does Miss Song Mian know that this is their wish?" Ling Jiao looked at Song Mian in confusion.

Song Mian blinked her pair of black and white eyes. Her pure and lovely appearance naturally attracted the photographer's lens, making everyone focus on her.

"Because there's a connection between me and these little Red Army soldiers. I believe that I was able to escape the traffickers with my children thanks to the protection of these little Red Army soldiers. They continue to protect us today, and that's why I was able to find their bodies with the help of these little Red Army soldiers.

A full eighty years have passed since their sacrifice and discovery. During these eighty years, the young Red Army soldiers have always been with their comrades, accompanying each other. At this point, perhaps they no longer want to be separated.

Song Mian's tone was deep, and his words made everyone present look at each other in bewilderment.

"Miss Song Mian, you, you mean that you can sense the presence of the Little Red Army and others?" Ling Jiao looked at Song Mian in disbelief.

Song Mian spoke very tactfully in front of the camera, but they could all understand what Song Mian meant.

Song Mian meant, can she see ghosts?!

Having been in a high position for so many years, Ling Jiao has indeed heard that there are many phenomena in this world that cannot be explained by science.

However, it was the first time he had seen someone say that they could really see ghosts.

If it were under normal circumstances, Ling Jiao would not believe it.

But Song Mian's experience this time was too bizarre. He could never understand why a weak woman like Song Mian could have such magical powers.

Assuming that all this is because Song Mian has a ghost helping him, then everything makes sense.

Moreover, he also understood the general course of events and read the simple confessions of the prisoners provided by the special police.

The leaders of the human traffickers were so shocked that they became mentally ill, and without exception, they all said that they had seen ghosts.

Especially the third in command named Wang Dashan, who described Song Mian as a witch...

Seeing the atmosphere around him suddenly freeze, Song Mian was a little at a loss for a moment.

She also didn't know whether these people would choose to believe what she said.

Just when Song Mian was struggling, the little Red Army soldiers were standing in the corner, allowing Ling Jiao to see their passing figures.

Even if it was only for that moment, Ling Jiao realized that the little Red Army soldiers were standing behind Song Mian and protecting her.

What Song Mian said was indeed true!

If she wasn't facing the camera, Ling Jiao almost suspected that she would scream directly at the camera.

But as the leader, he must remain calm even if he sees a ghost in front of the camera.

"Miss Song Mian is right. The young Red Army soldiers sacrificed themselves in front of us, and to this day they are still trying to find ways to protect future generations. Their spirit is worth learning from, and we should not separate them!"

After hearing what the leader said, the young Red Army soldiers were put into the coffin together, and Song Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After helping Ling Jiao get the coffin onto the helicopter, Song Mian, Qi Yefeng and the five rescued children boarded the helicopter with Ling Jiao.

Only after Ling Jiao promised to bring the children killed by human traffickers back home safely did Song Mian finally feel sad.

After a busy night last night, Song Mian was already exhausted. He fell into a deep sleep after getting on the helicopter.

Song Mian thought he could go home and have a good rest after getting off the plane, but what he didn't expect was that the helicopter was stable, and as the door of the helicopter opened, a group of media swarmed in!

Surrounded by a group of strangers and cameras, Song Mian subconsciously protected the children.

"It's Miss Song Mian and Chief Ling who have returned with the children!"

Facing the media cameras, Song Mian was unable to open her eyes due to the stimulation of the flash lights when several men and women dressed differently rushed towards her.

Song Mian took a step back and saw that all the men and women stopped half a meter away from her and knelt in front of her.

The woman closest to Song Mian raised her head, her weathered face filled with tears, and she seemed to have a thousand words to say.