Welcome to the Misogyny Game

Liu Chaoque had no choice but to intervene. After all, the child was unfamiliar with the area and had gone missing. Who was responsible? Hers or the traffickers'?

Sometimes, people are morally blackmailed by things that don't belong to them.

Liu Chaoque, who had a burden following behind him, thought to himself.

Even so, since both children are still young, Liu Zijiang still has to buy the tickets. Liu Chaoque, who was targeted by human traffickers because of the child carrying gold, dared not leave her brother's side this time. It wasn't that she was afraid of trouble; if she could save another child, it would be a good deed. It wouldn't be such a coincidence to just hitch a ride, and hitting someone would expose her special status. It was really unnecessary.

On the way back to Hangzhou, she looked utterly dejected. The little boy sat obediently opposite her, not running around in the aisle like other children, but Liu Chaoque just couldn't stand him.

She went back before even finishing her mission; what a bad start!

The child, unaware of his sister's distress, smiled ingratiatingly. He didn't dare to complain about being hungry, only letting out a soft growling sound before smiling sheepishly.

Well, this child has suffered too, almost being sold to the deep mountains, but she rescued him. So she might as well go all the way. She took out a lunchbox of eight-treasure rice and a small spoon, scooped out a small bowl, and handed it to him: "Eat."

"Thank you, sister." The little brat...

Liu Chaoque rubbed his head: "Eat up."

She started eating the other half of the eight-treasure rice.

The meals were all bought from Yang City. Along with the meals, we also bought two bags, one large and one small. The large one was Liu Zijiang's hiking backpack, which contained snacks and instant food. The small one was Xiao Pohai's dinosaur bag, which didn't contain much, just small toys and snacks.

Liu Chaoque and Liu Zijiang discussed what time he should eat, and then he should go for a walk elsewhere and come back after they finished eating.

In order to flawlessly complete the task of having his brother finish eating as well, he would occasionally take an empty instant noodle bag and an empty eight-treasure rice container and wander around, returning empty-handed.

It's possible that in the young child's mind, his older brother is a person who is warm on the outside but cold on the inside (he doesn't like to communicate with his family, but he likes to go out for a walk at noon).

Three more days passed, and Liu Chaoque stepped onto the familiar land, feeling as if he were walking on cotton.

"Ugh~" Liu Chaoque, covered in the smell of smoke, smelled the strange odor unique to children, hugged the trash can, and vomited violently.

The two of them, one big and one small, waited silently for her to finish vomiting. Liu Chaoque awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to save face, and said, "This old green train is really uncomfortable. Do you want to go and throw up too?"

Liu Zijiang shook her head. The little boy ran up to her, patted her shoulder, and said with a look of self-reproach, "Sister, it's all my fault."

Liu Chaoque, who was almost about to vomit again after being photographed, thought: Forget it, why bother arguing with a child.

She put on her semi-permanent smiling lips again and said to Xi Jingrong, "Let's go find your mother."

Once you find it, stay home and grow up healthy, even if you won't be cute at all in the future.

"Mm." The little boy nodded emphatically.

For children, memories of home include their parents, the osmanthus tree in front of the door, the Didi cars that occasionally drive by, and the interesting buildings. Asking them for the house number might be a profound question.

If it weren't for the school requiring students to write their parents' names, perhaps in a young child's mind, their parents would simply be called "Mom and Dad."

But the little brat is a bit more powerful...

"So you said your mom's car is white, has a Doraemon sticker, and the license plate number ZJXXXXXX?"

The little boy nodded seriously.

Liu Chaoque stood under a big tree, watching the crossroads, the white cars, black cars and buses coming and going.

He found his mother's car from the white car, so her dynamic vision must be amazing.

It was uncertain when she would pass by, or whether the light was red at the time.

“Little… Jingrong, let’s try to remember. What’s your house number? Or could you be more specific about where you live? What neighborhood is it in? Or do you know how to get home?” Liu Chaoque asked patiently.

Xi Jingrong shook his head.

Liu Chaoque suffered a setback.

Well, I don't know how this little brat's brain works. If I say what he remembers isn't important, we might actually find his mother with this clue if we're lucky. But is it important? It's not something important that he remembers.

If I have this memory, even if I don't remember the phone number or house number, at least let me know which neighborhood they live in, or which street they live on.

In order not to miss his mother getting off work, Liu Chaoque had no choice but to squat with the little brat by the main road, smelling the exhaust fumes and staring at the license plate numbers on the front of the cars.

If this is the route his mother takes to work, then he only needs to wait until the evening and morning.

But they had been waiting for three days and still hadn't seen his mother's license plate number.

At noon, Liu Chaoque searched for nearby locations based on the child's memories. The two of them would stake out each familiar spot, eventually returning to the crossroads. Fearing it would be late at night, Liu Chaoque and Caviar found a bench, spread out a thin sheet, and let the little brat lie down on it. The two of them waited for him to fall asleep, with Caviar standing guard outside while Liu Chaoque went back to sleep in his cheat system.

Happiness is indeed relative; looking at it this way, the sofa in the private room is just too comfortable.

I kind of miss the king-size bed room in "The Shining Name".

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. The two little brats and the beggar fish who hadn't changed his clothes for days finally got to see his mother's car after being stared at by the city management officers for the seventh time with suspicion. At the entrance of a residential area, he saw his mother's car and excitedly went to stop it. Liu Chaoque looked at the name of the residential area: Baiyun Residential Area.

It's the residential area across the street from them, so they could easily ask the security guard if he had seen the child.

So they just kept pacing around the entrance of that apartment complex, but because of their social anxiety, none of them went to ask anything. They were amused and exasperated by their own social anxiety.

As the car window rolled down, the woman in business attire excitedly hugged Xi Jingrong, and the little boy's face lit up with a smile.

Liu Chaoque smiled with relief. Oh well, it's good that the little brat is home.

She also had to go about her business.

Having saved up 14 lottery chances, Liu Chaoque used one directly. The space distorted, and Liu Chaoque could only see the moment the little brat turned his head. She waved her hand and instantly arrived on a beach with a salty sea breeze.

The moonlight was hazy, illuminating the shimmering sea. Liu Chaoque looked at a corner of cloud illuminated by the moonlight. In the night, when even the crows were silent, the only thing that knew Liu Chaoque was the night breeze that blew from time to time.

She hugged her arms, feeling a little cold.

"Where am I?" she asked, puzzled.

“East China Sea estuary,” Caviar said calmly.

Did you deliver us directly to Lian City? Right at the doorstep of a dragon king?

She stared at the sea, feeling a bit hungry for seafood. Mu Li probably really wanted to jump in and eat the original flavor of seafood. She wondered if there were any ribbonfish that came up at night.

Faced with the choice between jumping into the sea and lying down on the spot, Liu Chaoque chose sea fishing.

She took out a long candy cane from her golden finger, pulled a puppet thread from the dragon beard candy, and then took the metal wire from the cocktail, made a fishhook, and then hooked the tuna meat provided by Cat Food.

In short, it's neither fish nor fowl.

Jiang Taigong fished, and those who were willing took the bait. Liu Chaoque used this oddly shaped hook to fish for three days, and no one knew what she was expecting.

Fighter jets flew overhead every now and then, and Liu Chaoque was afraid that his strange behavior would make them suspect that he was a spy stealing information.

But Liu Chaoque realized she was overthinking things. The main problem was that several other people were exhibiting similar perplexing behavior, one after another, and most importantly, they saw that Liu Chaoque had actually caught fish. And big ones at that.

The fishermen's inherent nature was aroused, and the Chinese people's indomitable spirit drove them to keep going, even if in the end their baskets were full of fish.

Liu Chaoque couldn't fish all the time; the fish needed a rest too. She lived in a farmhouse next door, where she could see the outside world just by looking up—yes, it was all outdoors.

There were many stars in the sky, as well as some red dots that were lit up.

Liu Chaoque saw this peaceful scene for three days in a row. She thought that if the fourth day was the same, she would have to consider fishing in a different place.

How about we go to the West Sea?

Today, the sky was overcast and a strong wind was blowing by the sea. Liu Chaoque lay on his small bamboo bed, his face covered with a thin blanket.

The wind was so strong! She finally struggled out of the blanket, tidied her messy hair, and looked up. She saw that there seemed to be two airplanes flying parallel to each other above the strong wind.

What a spectacle!

"Current situation: wind speed 100 Hz, forward speed 200 km/h, clear skies above, over."

It represents a flashing red light; to someone unfamiliar with the subject, it might be mistaken for a red shooting star.

Zhou Ziguang piloted his plane to patrol my country's airspace, inspecting for "stealth aircraft" that the detectors had missed.

The night sky consists of only the unchanging stratosphere, the faint hum of engines, and the myriad lights of homes below the troposphere.

I wonder if Zhou Man has eaten properly, and if Tian Tian is still on the train.

It seems like he hasn't seen them for a year.

His annual leave application should be approved, so he can surprise them and take them to see the beautiful landscapes of this country.

Although Tian Tian was a train attendant, she could only catch a glimpse of the scenery along the way. The most she could see was the steel frame of the train station entrance and a patch of green hills.

All he could see was that expanse of blue, and a scene roughly like a map.

He wanted to go to the beach, to dive into the deep sea to find a seashell, to see the schools of fish, to go to the valley, to go to the cave, to see the strange rocks, to see the hidden world, and finally to the winding Great Wall, to retrace the path of resisting foreign enemies.

But now...

He propped his head up with his hand, deciding to focus on his work first.

The plane flew smoothly, in a silent world, and it was night, which always makes people drowsy.

He applied some medicated oil and tried to stay alert, knowing that every mistake could have serious consequences.

……

The two planes met and, without any surprise, flew off in opposite directions.

Liu Chaoque hung her head. She hadn't slept well these past few days and had been constantly on the go. Even she was starting to feel the strain.

She didn't have any Tiger Balm, only a mental victory strategy. She thought that after saving Zhou Man's father, she must get a good night's sleep in the private room before going back.

By exploiting a bug in the game world, I was able to sleep until I naturally woke up.

Unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances, Liu Chaoque could not stay in the private room indefinitely. Moreover, the time flow in the private room was the same as the current time, and if he was not careful, he would be discovered and warned.

In the latter half of the night, Liu Chaoque could no longer hold on. She slumped down and fell asleep in her sitting position.

Bang! Flames, thick smoke, a man's back, a plane plunging straight into the sea, and a huge explosion. She frowned and woke up, only to find that it was all a dream.

Could it be some kind of precognitive dream? The waves were crashing on the beach, carrying the salty smell of the sea.

The beach was chilly at night. She hadn't felt it when she woke up, but as soon as she fell asleep, she shivered and felt her whole body stiffen. Because she was by the sea, her dream automatically conjured up the image of the plane carrying Zhou Man sinking at sea?

Is that so? Her mind, which was almost frozen by the cold wind, was racing. She stared at the sea and at the still-shining stars. Our sea area is vast. Could the planes attacked by the enemy have been thousands of meters above the sea?

"Where exactly will it be?" Liu Chaoque rubbed her chin. She spread her swan wings and began to fly over the sea. The sea was vast, and she might not be able to fly it all in ten days or half a month.

The caviar was randomly delivered to the beach, just to try one's luck. It was late, and the fishermen were fast asleep at home. Only at this time was the sea calm.

Only then did she dare to secretly fly over the sea, hoping not to be mistaken for a large flying fish.

The fighter jet carrying Zhou Ziguang was flying over the East China Sea. He looked at the windshield and casually glanced at the four corners of the area. Suddenly...

A silent aircraft approached him at an extremely fast speed, and he confirmed in a second that it was a fighter jet, and a Mi family fighter jet at that.

He immediately pressed the button, took out the walkie-talkie, and the plane approached the fighter jet.

"Enemy activity detected. A US X-ray speed aircraft is approaching."

"First warning: Not yet left."

"Second warning, still not leaving."

"Third warning, forced evacuation."

As Zhou Ziguang piloted his plane, the fuselage drew closer and closer, sparks flying as his wing collided with the plane opposite him. The opposing plane did not slow down, but accelerated toward crashing into his plane.

The two fighter jets immediately burst into flames. Zhou Ziguang, controlling his fighter jet, crashed into the other fighter jet. With a bang, both planes wobbled precariously, various instruments began to alarm, the left and right wings lost control, and the tail caught fire.

It landed vertically downwards. "The enemy fighter has been shot down. 0028 has successfully completed its mission."

Flames propelled the aircraft toward the sea like a dazzling meteor, crashing into the calm surface and exploding with a bang.

"The first rescue attempt failed."

The system's announcement was playing in Liu Chaoque's ears.