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Sunset is approaching.

The taxi slowly drove into an old city that was undergoing renovation, where the Jiang family's old house was located.

This place is close to the Affiliated Hospital of Jinping Medical University, which is where Grandpa Jiang Qian worked during his lifetime. The old house of the Jiang family is the welfare housing assigned to Grandpa Jiang’s workplace.

Although he rarely returns here after moving, Jiang Qian still clearly remembers many details such as the location, outline, and changes in different periods of the old house:

There are two houses side by side facing north and south. The old house with two bedrooms and one kitchen on the west side is where grandparents live, and the new three-bedroom house on the east side that has been renovated is where Jiang Qian, his parents, and brother live.

Of the two bedrooms on the west side, one is a bedroom and the other is a study room shared by Grandpa Jiang and Grandma, mostly for reading.

In the third bedroom on the east side, one master bedroom is occupied by Jiang Qian’s parents, Jiang Xuesong and Wen Han; the second bedroom is shared by brothers Jiang Qian and Jiang Yang, with bunk beds next to the desk where the brothers do their homework; A room was transformed by Jiang Xuesong into the couple's workshop, where archaeological equipment, painting tools and all kinds of strange sundries were piled up all year round.

Later, there were repeated changes in the family, and her mother Wen Han no longer lived at home, so her aunt and sister took over the house she and Jiang Xuesong shared.

Only grandma insisted on living alone. Even in the years when Grandpa Jiang just left, she never needed anyone to accompany her. She said she was not afraid of silence and would get annoyed when there were too many people.

Many past events were being recalled in my mind, and the car gradually came to a stop.

"Brother, it will be difficult to get around from here. Do you think..."

The road ahead was difficult, so the driver hesitated and turned back to ask the passengers for their opinions.

"Okay, stop here."

The road was indeed a bit abandoned. Jiang Qian did not continue to embarrass the driver. He paid the fare and walked towards the old house in his memory.

At the same time, the Beidou button cameras spread out, covering the nearby neighborhoods under Jiang Qian's perspective.

Less than half a street away, he saw the bungalow that was much lower and dilapidated than he remembered. The door was covered with rust, and the red bricks in his memory had faded to white. The whole courtyard looked old and decadent under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Not only Jiang Qian's house, but also other nearby courtyards were already uninhabited.

Jiang Qian took out the key to open the door, entered the yard, glanced at the remaining plants in the yard and the crumbling old warehouse that accompanied his childhood, and walked straight to the house on the east side.

Open the door, light the door, enter.

The movements are clean and neat, without any hesitation or delay.

He found that except for the dust accumulation in this room, the inside and outside still maintained the appearance of when he lived there.

Jiang Qian went straight to the topic: heading to his parents' workshop.

Open the door.

There was a "squeak" and dust filled the air.

The room was not big, and Jiang Xuesong's and Wen Han's belongings occupied one side of each other, making them easy to identify. Judging from the distribution of dust, the room had not been visited for a long time.

Of course.

Looking at his father's only remaining relics, Jiang Qian began a "thorough investigation" without even having time to recall the past.

From the workbench, drawers, to cabinets, shelves, and even every crack in the wall tiles and floor, he tried to find out where his father might have left the message.

However, there was no harvest.

Jiang Qian continued to include his mother's things and expanded the scope of the search.

Still unsuccessful.

The only strange thing was a picture of an orphanage that he dug out of his mother's sketchbook.

The photo showed a group of children, both boys and girls, all in their teens. The most eye-catching one is Yu Xuan standing in the corner.

Although she was standing in the corner, no one could block her blooming beauty.

Jiang Qian was sure that he had never seen this photo before, because Yu Xuan in this photo looked different from Yu Xuan in any period in his memory.

There was no smile on her face, she was beautiful and aloof, like an independent iceberg and snow lotus.

This should be the photo taken before taking her home... Jiang Qian was silent and meditating.

In his memory, his sister was taken home from the orphanage in the outer suburbs by Lafayette for the reason: to help an old friend take care of the orphans.

And Jiang Qian also clearly remembered that before his grandfather passed away, there was a young and promising assistant also named Yu.

Dr. Yu went abroad for inspection on the same flight as his grandfather, and he also died in the line of duty.

Jiang Qian put the photos away and silently restored his parents' belongings to their original positions.

His mood became more complicated.

In fact, from the time Dionysus mentioned his father's name, he had already thought of many possibilities and had imagined all kinds of extreme situations. Because of this, immunity to various possible outcomes is formed.

The mood is complicated, but the method of doing things is orderly and not chaotic at all.

He desperately needed evidence.

Mountains of ironclad evidence were needed to explain the many doubts in his mind.

After locking his parents' workshop again, Jiang Qian went to the west side of the house, opened his grandparents' study, and continued to look for clues.

This room is much neater than Jiang Qian's parents' workroom.

Most of my grandma’s books and periodicals have been moved to their new home. There are not many things left, and they are all gathering dust.

Jiang Qian carefully and intelligently cleaned and screened until a medical professional book was spread out in front of him. It was a theoretical work on brain science co-authored by Jiang Qian's grandfather Jiang Yuncheng and Yu Xuan's mother Yu Xiaohe.

Driven by curiosity, he casually browsed through the catalog, but in the extended section, he saw bold conjectures about the energy sources to be developed in the human brain.

Jiang Qian went straight to the text of this conjecture and read the key points. The more he read, the more he felt a strange sense of familiarity:

Simply put, the two are trying to prove the "terrifying potential" of the brain.

A series of controlled experiments within the scope of the law were conducted using common animals, and as an analogy, a lot of "divinity" beyond basic science was explored.

Such a concept is quite advanced even today.

In the era when the book was published, Jiang Qian even doubted how they passed the review and got the book number...

Of course, Jiang Qian didn't know how to publish.

Among the limited medical professional books he read, there was only one that could be "comparable" to it, which was "The Miracle of Genes" written by Dr. Kate in the "Hungry Ghost Ending World" copy.

There was an interesting coincidence between the real world and the copy world.

Jiang Qian's brain speed was delayed for a moment, but it was only a moment.

Just like these two books, they only have similar unique angles to explore the problem.

"It's really a mess..."

Closing the old book, Jiang Qian patted the dust on his body and retreated from this abandoned study.

Admittedly, he didn't find the information he wanted here.

He looked down at the watch.

Well, it's great to have completely pigeoned the bloody elder.

Jiang Qian continued to expand the search scope, searching the rooms in the east and west houses one by one, filtering one object after another, and was busy from dusk to late at night.

But still no results.

Jiang Qian stood in the abandoned courtyard and sighed silently.

He originally thought that this "return home" might get some information related to the missing Jiang Yang and his sister with a suspicious identity. Now it seems that he was too optimistic.

Looking up at the crescent moon looming in the clouds, Jiang Qian fell into doubt about this trip plan: Can the hint of the god of wine be trusted?

If the two words "return home" were not meant to be meaningful, why did he tell me the name of his father Jiang Xuesong? He also deliberately avoided the official Lu Fanni's listening in when we first met...

Jiang Qian retracted his gaze, emptied his mind, and walked towards the old warehouse where he often hid his private "works".

So, he also got the key to the warehouse.

Opening the door of the warehouse, the memories of the past quickly flooded into his mind, noisily recalling.

Most of the not-so-good memories were related to Jiang Yang.

But Jiang Qian was no longer angry about this: Who would argue with a "missing person"?

He wouldn't, and he didn't have time.

So Jiang Qian searched the dusty old warehouse again, until he had played with all the broken copper and iron in the warehouse, even the walls and the brick floor, and found no valuable information.

So...

Do you want to try the authority?

Jiang Qian hesitated.

The authority of his "Tengshe" card is "Lingxi", which can be regarded as a way out of a critical moment, but the premise is that there is a "crisis", that is, it is automatically triggered when the main body is threatened with life or has suffered serious injuries.

It is obviously inconsistent with the current situation.

If you insist on activating Lingxi at a non-crisis moment, you will be backfired, leading to unpredictable consequences.

Although the images sent back by the Beidou button camera show that there are no safety hazards in the surrounding area, Jiang Qian still does not intend to take this risk.

Even if this trip has little effect, what's the harm?

At most, he lost the face of the Bloody Elder...

Jiang Qian calmly organized his thoughts:

"If I were Jiang Xuesong, where would I hide my secret so that no one except my closest relatives would think of it and could not get it?"

With this question, Jiang Qian's eyes refocused on the old things abandoned by his family.

Especially those worn-out photo frames with real photos, some of which had rotten edges, but were later recycled by him and used as specimen frames to frame his countless private "works".

He walked over, took the worn-out frames in his hands one by one, and carefully examined them again, even the degree of damage and the weight of the frames had to be weighed and calculated, not missing any clues.

This method worked.

When he picked up a brown specimen frame, Jiang Qian stopped.

He skillfully disassembled the photo frame. At this time, a strange quadrilateral "drawing" of non-standard size fell out from the interlayer of the back cover wood board. There was an "unknown" red dot on the drawing...

"What is this?"

Jiang Qian muttered to himself, and then his eyes lit up!

This drawing is a miniature version of the warehouse floor area.

Then the red dot on the drawing is self-evident.

With the target area, space "search" becomes particularly simple for Jiang Qian.

He focused his spiritual vision and quickly scanned the area marked by the red dot on the drawing. Finally, under the thick dust, he found a "suspicious" brick that was slightly different from other floor tiles.

Jiang Qian walked over without hesitation, swept away the heavy dust accumulated on the ground, and revealed the brick floor.

After getting close to it, he found that this brick was a replica!

Jiang Qian carefully separated this "brick" and examined it carefully.

Only then did he find that the part of this "floor tile" hidden underground actually contained a secret box.

As his fingers were groping for the mechanism on the back, the secret box suddenly opened!

A stack of densely drawn drawings scattered on the ground.

Jiang Qian squatted down and unfolded the drawings one by one. After checking them one by one, he found that they were all hand-drawn address exploration maps...

And this thick stack was obviously a segmentation map from the "same area".

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