eurekapd Chapter 149 Who is spying?
Chapter 149 Who is spying?
These questions lingered in her mind.
Back at the camp, I sat alone in my tent, listening to the sound of the wind in the distance.
The wind seemed to be telling a story. She closed her eyes, and the image of those swallows reappeared in her mind.
Only for those innocent lives lost in the flames of war.
Hopefully, the swallows on this handkerchief can carry her warning to Hesha City, and to the glimmer of light she longs for.
After the secret meeting, Davar returned to the camp, but he was still unable to sleep peacefully despite his exhaustion.
The conversation inside the stone tower was like a thin thorn, deeply embedded in his heart.
He was always calm and decisive, but during this meeting, he seemed to sense something subtle and unsettling—as if in the quiet of the night.
A pair of eyes were watching their every move.
Although he lacked concrete evidence, he could not ignore this intuitive sense of crisis.
Dawar paced back and forth in his tent for a moment, his brow furrowed, before making a decision.
He quickly summoned several trusted men, his voice low and cold: "From now on, all letters and orders must be doubled in their inspection, and there must be no omissions."
Furthermore, security at the camp has been tightened, and everyone entering the core area will be subject to rigorous checks.
His confidants immediately nodded and left, while Dawar stared coldly into the darkness outside the camp.
As a seasoned commander, he was well aware of the danger he was in.
The current battle situation involves not only Agul's betrayal, but also the deal he made with the Tianchen Dynasty.
Any oversight could cost him an unimaginable price.
As security tightened, Dawar's unease did not dissipate.
One question after another lingered in his mind: Who was spying on his actions?
Was he a spy sent by Agul, or a double agent of the Tianchen Dynasty?
His gaze swept darkly across the camp, pondering the most likely target.
Recalling a series of subtle changes that have occurred at the camp recently.
The artist named Lana seems a bit suspicious.
She always keeps a low profile, but she always manages to appear at some key occasions.
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they take root.
He dispatched one of his most trusted confidants to secretly monitor Gu Jinyan's every move.
The trusted confidant took the order and left, while Dawar sat quietly at his desk, his gaze cold.
He thought to himself, "If she really is spying on me from the shadows, I absolutely cannot let her leave alive."
Meanwhile, Gu Jinyan was unaware that he had become a suspect of Dawar.
Despite her repeated warnings to stay alert, the secret rendezvous at the Stone Tower that night left her deeply troubled.
To ensure the smooth transmission of intelligence, she deliberately kept a low profile in the camp and tried her best to suppress her unease.
However, her keen intuition gave her a vague feeling.
The atmosphere around her seemed to have changed—the guards became more cautious, and everyone who passed by couldn't help but glance at her twice.
Upon realizing this, I felt a surge of tension.
But he remained outwardly calm.
She continued to treat the wounded as always, preparing herbal remedies for the soldiers.
During the day, she pretended to be relaxed as she talked to the people in the camp.
But every time night falls, she always feels a gaze fixed on her in the darkness.
One night, when Gu Jinyan went out to collect medicinal herbs, he vaguely sensed footsteps behind him.
She tried to calm her racing heart and listened intently to the approaching, soft footsteps.
The footsteps were intermittent, as if deliberately keeping their distance and intending to observe from the shadows.
My whereabouts are being watched, and I must come up with a solution as soon as possible, otherwise I may be exposed at any time.
She silently put down the medicine basket in her hand and walked slowly forward, pretending not to notice anything.
His mind raced, however, thinking: if he were exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
She must quickly shake off her pursuers and find a way to confirm their identity.
She quickened her pace discreetly, trying to shake off her pursuers by crossing a dense forest on the outskirts of the camp.
However, that gaze followed him relentlessly, showing no sign of letting up.
Gu Jinyan's heart tightened, knowing that he could not easily escape.
She quickly turned and walked into a narrow path, hiding her hands in her sleeves and gripping the self-defense dagger she had prepared beforehand.
She stopped at the end of the path and slowly turned around.
He casually adjusted his robes, but secretly remained on guard, ready to deal with any possible attack.
A moment later, a familiar figure emerged from the darkness; it was Davar's confidant, Sobudan.
His expression was indifferent, his gaze sharp, and he walked straight toward Gu Jinyan.
Gu Jinyan's heart raced, but a smile appeared on his face.
He asked softly, "Sir, are you out patrolling so late?"
Sobudan did not answer, but simply observed her silently.
It seems they are assessing her reaction.
Gu Jinyan forced himself to remain calm and slowly said, "I came here to collect a herb that grows at night, which is used to stop bleeding. The wounded soldiers urgently need it."
While speaking, he secretly observed the other person's expression, trying to guess what he was thinking.
Sobudan did not seem convinced by her explanation.
He said coldly, "The leader is worried that there are people in the camp who have ulterior motives, so he sent me to patrol."
Since you've come to gather herbs, let me accompany you to check them out, so as to avoid any misunderstandings.
Gu Jinyan's heart sank, knowing that the other party would obviously not let him off easily.
His mind raced, and after a moment, he slowly nodded and smiled, "In that case, I'll have to trouble you, sir."
On the surface, he nonchalantly led Sobudan toward the place where the herbs grew.
My heart was pounding with tension.
Gu Jinyan led Suobudan towards a woodland where medicinal herbs grew, forcing himself to calm down.
She deliberately bent down to pick a few herbs, her fingers trembling slightly.
But he maintained a natural expression on his face.
You must win the other party's trust in this psychological game.
Any panic will be noticed by the other party.
After a tense standoff, the confidant finally nodded.
They seemed slightly more relaxed about her explanation.
Gu Jinyan breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged a few pleasantries with him as if he didn't care, and then walked deeper into the camp.
Her confidants followed silently behind her, their eyes still fixed on her back.
Gu Jinyan returned to his medical tent.
Gu Jinyan knew that Dawar suspected him, and his heart became increasingly tense.
Now, she is on the edge of a knife, and any slight mistake could expose her to the enemy.
Under the cover of night, she opened the previously drawn topographical map.
His gaze swept across the blueprints, searching for a suitable path to escape.
The route is complex, with numerous hills and hidden dangers lurking beneath the surface.
She took a deep breath, silently noting down the key landmarks along the route, preparing to deal with any pursuers who might come at any moment.
"I have no way out but to forge a path to survival."
He made a silent decision, slightly tightened his grip on the dagger, and a resolute look appeared in his eyes.
That night, Gu Jinyan walked alone through the dense forest, the moonlight shining on her night clothes.
It draped her in a layer of cold, silvery light.
She moved swiftly among the shadows of the trees and the rocks, her steps light and cautious.
The faint sound of footsteps approached from afar; the pursuers were indeed close by.
He had to get rid of them, otherwise his journey would likely be completely blocked, and he might never be able to leave Davar's camp.
The pursuers are getting closer and closer.
She quickened her pace, using the path marked on the topographic map to detour to a mountain stream.
The surrounding cliffs were steep, the water flowed swiftly, and the chaotic sound of the stream drowned out her movements.
She quickly looked around, pondering how to escape from this terrain.
On a sudden inspiration, Gu Jinyan bent down, picked up several fist-sized stones, and threw them forcefully into the water.
A splash of water from a rock broke the tranquility of the mountain stream, accompanied by the sound of rushing water.
In response to her actions.
She deliberately chose to throw downstream to create the illusion that she was escaping downstream.
At the same time, she nimbly climbed up a thick old tree and hid herself among the dense foliage.
The night breeze gently swayed the branches and leaves.
Gu Jinyan held his breath and focused his gaze on the opposite bank of the mountain stream, waiting for the pursuers' movements.
A moment later, several pursuers arrived in haste. Hearing the sound of water, they did not hesitate to chase downstream.
As she watched their figures gradually disappear into the distance from the tree, the tension in her heart eased slightly.
However, his fingers remained firmly gripping the tree trunk, not daring to loosen their grip even slightly.
This is only a temporary escape. Next, she needs to quickly leave this place and completely get rid of Davar's surveillance.
Once the pursuers had completely left.
Gu Jinyan lightly leaped down from the branch, landing silently, his eyes fixed firmly on the direction of Hesha City.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, she ran along the mountain path towards the city at top speed.
The night wind whistled past her ears, mingling with her rapid breathing.
Gu Jinyan continued his journey across the desolate wilderness of the northern desert.
Along the way, she often encountered groups of refugees, dressed in rags, their expressions revealing exhaustion and fear.
She vaguely heard their whispers, as they recounted how the war had destroyed their homes.
Countless families were torn apart overnight.
The strong winds of the northern desert, carrying sand and dust, blew against her face.
Brush that unbearable sorrow upon her.
At night, as she looked at the refugees by the campfire, a pang of sorrow welled up in her heart.
Among the refugees were elderly people, frail children, and young people with their families.
Many refugees were pale and appeared to have gone without food for days.
A thin, bony child was curled up in his mother's arms, breathing weakly.
Gu Jinyan looked at them quietly, feeling powerless and compassionate—these innocent people displaced by the war.
Who will save them from their suffering?
Three days later, she arrived at a small town in the northern desert—Caomo Town.
Caomo Town is a major transportation route between the northern desert and Hesha.
Because of its secluded location, it was a place frequently visited by merchants before the war began.
However, the streets of Caomo Town are now filled with a desolate atmosphere.
The shops on both sides of the street were tightly closed, and there were scorch marks on the walls, as if they had just survived a disaster.
The few pedestrians in the city wore expressions of exhaustion and wariness.
Everything lost its vitality due to the war.
Gu Jinyan stepped into a dilapidated teahouse.
The teahouse owner was an elderly man. When he saw her arrive, he nodded slightly, but his eyes were wary.
She ordered a bowl of clear soup, sat in a corner, and quietly observed the passersby.
Soon, her gaze was drawn to a mother and child at the doorway—the mother was holding a pale-faced toddler in her arms.