Chronicle of the 70s

Qin Xi somewhat helplessly asked: "Where’s the thing?"

After a satisfying meal, Lao Qi really didn’t want to move but still stood up, lifted the object from the corner of the wall, and said: "It’s set for half an hour. The device is quite nice—very advanced. But it’s obviously the work of a rookie strictly following a manual. If it were me, I’d swap out the wire colors. You guys would explode if you cut the wrong one!" However, he didn’t ask why this thing ended up with him and still had twenty minutes on the timer.

Hearing this, Li Xianglu’s face turned pale, grateful that the device wasn’t made by a professional. Otherwise, even if a bomb disposal expert arrived, one wrong move could blow up the whole auditorium, with casualties impossible to estimate.

Qin Xi frowned and said: "Alright, come into the city with me. What are you doing staying here? My wife cooks really delicious food. You can come over and eat with us when she’s home on summer vacation."

Brightened by the idea, Lao Qi hesitated, glanced at the empty, large basin, and eventually nodded: "Okay, come pick me up the day after tomorrow. I found something interesting in the mountains that I want to confirm."

Qin Xi frowned and asked: "What is it?"

Rolling his eyes and waving his hand dismissively, Lao Qi headed straight back into the house, unwilling to share with Qin Xi.

Qin Xi was speechless, he put the disassembled explosive on the table into his backpack, and then told Li Xianglu: "Pack everything up, we might need it someday."

Seeing Qin Xi step out the door first, Li Xianglu merely touched her backpack and it disappeared, yet she was somewhat skeptical—when would they ever need explosives?

Late into the night, around two o’clock, the two arrived at the Siheyuan. Before getting out of the car, Qin Xi told the driver in front: "Check on what that old thing is up to, and don’t let him cause any trouble."