Upon hearing this, Qin Xin’s eyebrows furrowed even tighter, "Why would an art teacher look at your weekly journals?"
Hua Jinyan shook his head, "That’s not the main point."
"Then what is the main point?"
Hua Jinyan’s face was expressionless, "The main point is, she’s already dead."
Swiftly, Qin Xin stood up abruptly, disbelief in his eyes.
"Dead?" Cheng Guodong was shocked.
Cheng Guodong took a deep breath and asked weakly, "Did she tear up the journal, found out about the Special Department’s base in the ancient castle, and so the Special Department..." He made a throat-slitting gesture.
Qin Xin gave him a sidelong glance and reminded, "It’s a national department, they wouldn’t do such a thing."
Cheng Guodong pursed his lips and lowered his head, "The more I say, the more mistakes I make, better to say less. I was confused, didn’t think things through."
Qin Xin looked toward Hua Jinyan, asking, "How did she die?"
Hua Jinyan said gravely, "The Special Department went to investigate her, and right after, she died in a car accident."
Qin Xin said, "That’s literally a death escape."
Hua Jinyan stated, "I don’t rule out that possibility, it’s still under investigation."
"Was it caused by the journal?" Qin Xin asked worriedly.
Hua Jinyan slightly pursed his lips, reluctant to elaborate, but seeing the concern in the eyes of the two, knowing they truly cared for Little Taotie, he uncharacteristically said a lot more to reassure them.
"During the operation, one person escaped; this person knew the Special Department had two kids, so it’s not ruled out that he arranged for someone to enter the school to investigate me and Little Taotie, confirming targets from the journal. For the following week, this person monitored every move of Little Taotie until the Special Department intervened, then opted for death escape. From her action to escape through death, it shows they are scared, lurking like mice, observing stealthily, and choosing to flee once exposed."
Seeing their concern unabated, Hua Jinyan earnestly promised, "I will protect her."
Qin Xin asked, "Was it you who discovered her journal was torn up, sensed something off about the art teacher, and had the Special Department look into her, leading to the art teacher’s panic and flight?"
If it weren’t for him, his promise would hold no weight, but now that everything was discovered by this seven-year-old child before any adult, his promise is trustworthy.
"I trust you to protect her well, in school, in the Special Department, everything is handed over to you."
Gazing into Qin Xin’s serious, earnest eyes, Hua Jinyan nodded with equal seriousness.
Cheng Guodong was still somewhat uneasy, sighing, "It’s a pity bodyguards can’t follow into schools, nor to the Special Department."
"Those guys are only high in combat power, all without brains, and in real danger, her combat power might not even be worse than theirs," Qin Xin casually glanced at Cheng Guodong, "Big brother should find some with brains."
Cheng Guodong: "..." I wonder, are you scolding me in there too!
The next morning, Little Taotie opened her sleepy eyes; her little mind stalled for a moment, then suddenly, her eyes widened, she jumped out of bed, and ran barefoot hastily to her desk, only to find her weekly journal gone—she was utterly upset, tears welling up in her eyes!
Barefoot, she "thud thud stomped" downstairs, nearly tripping, luckily grabbing the handrail in time.
Hua Jinyan rushed over faster than even Cheng Guodong and Qin Xin.
Hua Jinyan reached out to steady the tottering little one and asked urgently, "What happened, what’s the matter?"
"Wu!" Little Taotie couldn’t hold back a sob, covered her mouth, and tears pooled in her large eyes, "My journal is gone, I didn’t do my weekly..."