Fu Chi walked over with his long legs and glanced inside thoughtfully.

"It's me."

The uncle immediately opened the door.

He rubbed his hands together with a smile and said, "Then you go along this path, and in the office opposite, the dean is waiting for you there." ”

Fu Chi bowed lightly.

"Thank you."

With that, he held his umbrella and walked in that direction.

Berwyn and the Thousand Domains naturally followed.

During this time, it was raining, and the people in the home for the disabled were moving around the house.

"This home for the disabled has been open for about 20 years, and this house has not been renovated. It stands to reason that there will be no money to renovate. ”

Berwyn touched his chin and said confusedly.

Qianyu didn't speak.

Follow Fu Chi ahead.

Fu Chi looked around roughly, the environmental conditions were indeed not particularly good.

And this place.

His father had been here for a while and had lived here for almost a month.

Eventually, I came to the office that the uncle was referring to.

Standing at the door and knocking on the door, a slightly vicissitudes of male voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Fu Chi accepted the umbrella and pushed the door in.

The office is not very large, although the sparrow is small, there is a small bookshelf on the side, neatly placed all kinds of books, inside is a desk with paint off the corners and corners, the ornaments on it are very neatly organized, and there are many teaching tools.

Behind the desk, there was a man in his forties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, on the thin side, and looking very kind.

The dean looked up at Fu Chi and quickly stood up from the front of the desk.

"Mr. Fu?"

Fu Chi: "It's me, I heard that you found some of the items that my father left here back then?" ”

The dean nodded, and took out a file bag from the drawer, more than ten years have passed, the paper of the file bag has collapsed, and the handwriting on it has faded a lot.

"This is what I recently cleaned up from the warehouse, I asked the former dean, and he asked me to contact you, saying that your father didn't take it away back then, and he has been eating ashes in the warehouse since then."

Fu Chi opened the file bag and took a look, and saw a photo, the surface had already been yellowed, inside a man and a woman, standing on the street abroad, the man was holding a two or three-year-old boy carved in his arms.

Looking at the man and woman, Fu Chi's eyes didn't seem to change, but he gently rubbed his fingertips against the person in the photo.

Then, I pulled out some of the papers from the file bag.

Probably because of the dampness of the warehouse, most of the handwriting on it had been eroded, and he couldn't really see it, so he roughly flipped through it.

There were only a few pieces of paper, what appeared to be a personal profile, and eventually, he saw a name in the bottom right corner of the last one.

Oak.

Staring at this name, Fu Chi squinted thoughtfully.

Faintly, it seems a little familiar.

But I couldn't remember it for a while.

"So, what about the original dean?" He asked, looking up.

The reason why my father came to the hospital for the disabled back then is probably only known to the former director.

However, after living in the disabled home for a while, my father died in a terrorist attack within a week.

My father came to this handicapped home and lived for a long time, there must be some reason, after all, my father is an international detective, and since he came here, he proves that he wants to find out something.

"Mr. Zhang was transferred to our charity branch two years ago."

The dean replied.

"Charity Division?" Berwyn leaned over and asked.

The dean nodded: "Our upper echelons." ”