Xiao Lin handled the matter in the bank, so even at three o'clock in the morning, Song Yiran easily entered the bank. Under the guidance of internal personnel, he walked to the cabinet he had rented and took out the key to open it.

Seeing the necklace lying inside, Song Yiran's expression felt a moment of sadness.

I thought of Mu Wanyue.

"Mommy, I'm sorry, I forgot what you told me about for so long."

Song Yiran murmured in a low voice, then carefully took the necklace, put it on his lips and kissed it gently, put it in his close pocket, and turned around and left.

When I returned to the house I was temporarily living, it was already five o'clock in the morning. The night outside the window was so dark, it was exactly the heavy before dawn came.

When he pushed open the living room door and saw Xiao Lin sitting upright in front of the sofa, Song Yiran was still stunned for a moment.

"What, I'm worried that I can't handle this little thing well?"

"After all, it's a special period, and you are Li Shaoyan's person. If you don't protect me well, Li Shaoyan will definitely peel my skin alive."

Xiao Lin's words were a bit exaggerated. Song Yiran laughed a few times and then shouted that he was so tired that he was sleepy. He went upstairs to rest. It was not that she didn't thank Xiao Lin, but sometimes some words didn't need to be said at all. Putting them in her heart, they both knew each other, and saying them was pretentious.

Song Yiran first went to see the two children, and then quietly went to his room.

After getting the things, he felt at ease. Song Yiran fell asleep quickly, but his brows were inadvertently frowned. I wonder if he had dreamed of something sad.

It was already past two o'clock the next afternoon when Song Yiran woke up again. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a furry head lying on his body and swaying restlessly. He also had a sweet milky smell on his body, which smelled so good.

I don’t have to look at it and know that the only one who dares to do this is Song Xiaomeng, the baby daughter of Song Yiran’s family.

"Baby, do you want to crush Mommy to death?"

"Haha, Mommy, you finally woke up. Did Mommy go to be a thief last night? She slept so well."

Song Xiaomeng laughed and raised her head and looked at Song Yiran with her bright big black glasses. The flesh on her face was soft, white and transparent, and she was particularly cute.

Song Yiran couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinched it, which felt great.

"Okay, mommy is going to get up."

Song Yiran patted Song Xiaomeng's head, and the cute baby obediently climbed to the side. Song Yiran got up and suddenly carried the person into his arms and ravaged him. Song Xiaomeng was out of control and laughed out loud. Then she let go and went to the bathroom to wash.

After changing his clothes, Song Yiran came out of the bathroom and took Song Xiaomeng's hand and went downstairs together.

Song Xiaobao and Gong Ming stayed quietly in the living room downstairs, each with a flat tablet, looking quite busy. Seeing Song Yiran downstairs, Song Xiaobao raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with a naked look, "Did you get the thing?"

Song Yiran gave him a look of "You should not participate in your work for adults", and then walked around to the kitchen to get some food.

“I have a message here.”

Song Xiaobao followed into the kitchen, leaned lazily against the door frame, looking at Song Yiran with a mature look. Looking at his son's expression, Song Yiran knew that he must have something to say later. As expected, after a few seconds, Song Xiaobao continued to speak.

"How is it, do you want to know?"

Please, please remember that you are a six-year-old child! At this time, shouldn’t you say everything you get with a treasure-giving look and then put on a look of seeking credit and reward? But why are you so weird that you actually negotiate terms with your own mother!

This is unfilial, unfilial!

Song Yiran threw out a lot of roars in his heart with great momentum, but reality was filled with smiles, looking at his genius son who was only six years old with a flattering look on his face.

"Xiao Chenchen, the key that Mommy got is in the drawer in the room upstairs. You can pick it up by yourself, and you don't need to report it to Mommy."

"I found an account and had a deep relationship with Lin Mufei. Gong Ming is conducting in-depth investigations and will find clues soon. More importantly, that account is here, City Z."

After Song Xiaobao finished speaking, he raised his chin at Song Yiran, and then he had to walk away.

My son is too genius, and my mother says she is under great pressure.

Song Yiran curled his lips and continued to warm up his meals. Song Xiaobao had already gone upstairs now, and he was very interested in the keys left by his grandmother to mommy.

Although, that's just the key to an ordinary box.

When he opened the drawer, Song Xiaobao saw a brocade box placed inside at a glance. Opened it, a string of platinum chains connected to a beautiful key appeared in his sight. Song Xiaobao picked up the key and looked at it carefully in the air.

The sunlight outside just shines in, and light is refracted on the key.

Song Xiaobao didn't care at first, but from the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of several light spots reflected on the wall, and was instantly attracted to him. After a closer look, the light spots seemed to be several Arabic numerals.

“1063? What does it mean?”

Song Xiaobao frowned and muttered to himself in confusion. Then he changed his angles to see if he could see other numbers. After tossing and trying, there were only four numbers 1063 that could be seen. Later, Song Xiaobao gave up and did not study this again.

Looking at the key carefully, a strange thing flashed in Song Xiaobao's eyes.

This key seems to be so familiar. Where have you seen it?

"Xiao Chenchen, have you seen some tricks? Look at you who are obsessed with me."

Song Yiran heard a bit of teasing voice. Song Xiaobao came to his senses and pointed at the key in his hand indifferently.

"This can reflect the numbers on it. Does Mommy know what it is?"

"number?"

Song Yiran raised her eyebrows. She had forgotten the keys before. After she took them back last night, she kept it and didn't even take a closer look. It was strange to know that she could reflect the numbers.

“What number?”

“1063.”

Song Xiaobao replied, then looked at Song Yiran, as if he was hoping to know something from her face. Song Yiran frowned and thought, but could not remember what these four numbers were.

"Okay, it seems you don't know either. But Mommy, do you think the shape of this key looks familiar?"

"Does it look familiar?"

Song Yiran frowned, took the key and looked carefully. Perhaps Song Yiran would not think there was anything when she looked at the key before, but with the psychological hint of "like something", she really looked more and more like it. Something flashed in Song Yiran's mind. She wanted to grab it, but she was one step too late.

"The sign of Dark Night is very similar to the key in Song's hand."

Gong Ming, who had walked to the door, saw the key and immediately looked surprised. He was also a person who was in charge of intelligence and knew more about the An Ye than ordinary people. So Song Xiaobao and Song Yiran and his son thought it looked familiar, but he recognized it at a glance.

After being reminded by Gong Ming, he looked at the key again, which was associated with the blurry outline in his memory.

Indeed, it matches.

"I'll go, the sign of Dark Night is exactly the same as this key. Is it a coincidence?"

Song Yiran looked surprised and puzzled. She never expected that the Mu family would have something to do with Anye. Moreover, this thing was handed over to her mother by grandpa. If Anye and the Mu family were really close, grandpa would not be able to give the thing to his daughter.

After all, in addition to Mu Wanyue, the old man also has two sons, Mu Zezhao and Mu Shiyan.

"This matter is big or small. What's the point? Let's wait until you get the box when you return to the Mu family."

Song Xiaobao finally came to the conclusion, and Song Yiran thought about it, so he simply stopped tangling. He glanced at the key and threw it to Song Xiaobao: "Take it, and confirm it with the dark night when you have time."

"good."

Song Xiaobao nodded and put away the key naturally. The purpose of coming to Z City was basically achieved. On Lin Xuetong's side, Xiao Lin had already started looking for clues found by Gong Ming. With Xiao Lin's ability, he could track down the entire thing as long as there was news.

When I saw Xiao Lin again, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Song Xiaomeng had been sent to bed by Song Yiran. Song Xiaobao and Gong Ming were still busy, while Song Yiran was sitting in the living room.

"I haven't fallen asleep yet?"

"Waiting for you to come back and say goodbye."

Song Yiran raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"When are you going to leave?"

"Let's leave tonight and set off after twelve o'clock. I prefer night walks now."

Xiao Lin smiled and sat down in front of the sofa opposite Song Yiran. He picked up the cut apples in the fruit plate and ate a piece. It was very sweet. He instantly remembered Lin Xuetong, who was so annoyed that he had to feed her a bite of apples one afternoon.

Wait a little longer, I'll find you soon.

"I found some interesting things, but I don't know what the connection is. You should be able to find someone soon. When Xuetong is rescued, remember to tell me."

"good."

Xiao Lin nodded, sat in the living room for a while, then went upstairs to rest. Song Yiran contacted Mingye's subordinates and went to the upstairs room to pick up the sleeping Song Xiaomeng. This time they left by helicopter.

Of course, the helicopter was provided by Xiao Lin.

After all, the old house of the Mu family is in that kind of forest, and if there is no helicopter, it will be impossible to enter.

It takes six hours to go from City Z to the old house of Mujia. When we arrived at the place, it was already dawn.

"Xiao Chenchen, do you still remember the way you entered the mountain?"

Song Yiran raised her eyebrows and looked at her genius son. She didn't like to record these complicated things. Anyway, her son is a genius, so it is said that those who are capable work harder.

Song Xiaobao rolled his eyes and knew that his mother was too lazy to use her brain.

"Remember."

"That's great, then you're leading the way."

Song Yiran hugged Song Xiaomeng, and the bodyguard beside her wanted to hug her, but Song Yiran refused. Although the road was still a bit far away, her daughter was still not used to giving hugs to men other than Li Shaoyan.

In the morning light, the group moved forward silently. It was the second time that Song Yiran went to the old house of Mu's family. The first time he sneaked in and didn't stay for long. This time because of the keys Mu Wanyue left for her, she thought she would stay here for a long time.

Hopefully, nothing will happen during this period.
Chapter completed!