"Xiao Wei just sent a hologram." When returning to the caravan where the two had lived for a long time, it was a car, and it was another home at the same time, Luo Jie's microcomputer showed an unchecked message.

Luo Ji clicked on the news, he was still a little curious, the son who never liked to take the initiative to contact him, wanted to tell him.

Instead of sending a videotaped holographic file with his own image, Rowe edited a holographic display of text. After the text appears, a video of Rovi's destroyed room is revealed. The hologram seemed to surround Luo Ji and Yuci, making them feel as if they were back in Yanjing's home—but it was badly damaged.

"Is Xiao Wei okay?" The jade porcelain's sunburned cheeks were full of worry.

Luo Jie's expression was a little gloomy, he never thought that someone would target his home. But at the same time, he also felt that there were already signs of this kind of thing, and the Luo family, in the world of the apostles, seemed too abrupt - monopolizing the holy energy such as [glacier] and [divine calculation], and never thought of spreading the holy energy through intermarriage and sowing seeds - just like the previous generation of holy energy apostles of [Transformation of Matter].

"The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty", it seems that no matter where it is, no matter how abundant the material is - as long as the greedy thing "man" exists, it is like "conservation of energy" - is the most unbreakable truth in the world.

…

"What's missing?" Jade porcelain asked Luo Jie.

"It seems that the memoirs left by Luo Min and Yan Min's ancestors are missing-the memoirs left after exploring Eden." Luo Jie's voice was a little low, and he seemed a little angry, "Obviously, some people seem to be aiming at the Garden of Eden..." However, most of the descriptions recorded in it are only descriptions of Eden that have long been known in the world. After all, there were a hundred and one people who went to the world of Eden at that time. Luo Min, and Yan Min, are just two ordinary and ordinary people among the one hundred and one people, and the only difference between the two is that they have a closer relationship with the one in Japan at that time, the initiator of the exploration project.

Luo all knew that about the method of opening Eden, in his memoirs, his ancestors and the two did not mention it. If the thief was aiming for this kind of thing, then he or she would definitely be disappointed - perhaps, the thief didn't know about it, but it was only a subjective guess from the relationship between the two ancestors of Luo Ji and the initiator of the project at that time. After all, the rumored way to open Eden was also provided by the Japanese man.

Luo Ji pondered for a long time, and the sadness on his worried face gradually faded. He sighed and said, "Forget it, if it's gone, it's not there, it's not a precious thing, it's just a few words that are used as heirlooms and kept as thoughts." If it is missing this time, it will still be worth it to keep Xiaowei and Yanyan safe in the future. ”

Luo Ji reported the news to Luo Wei and told him to pay attention to the safety of himself and Luo Yan, and said nothing else.

Yuci looked at Luo Ji as if he was "reporting work", leaving a message to his son, and also sighed. She doesn't know why, the father and son just can't get close - I don't know if it's because Luo is a common identity of scientific research workers; Or is it because Luo Wei resents Luo Jun for not being by his side all the year round and deliberately alienates each other.

Yuci turned on his microcomputer and told Luo Jie, a father, what to do with the performance of a real mother.

…

After a busy night last night, when I arrived at the hotel, after taking a shower at about two or three o'clock in the morning, Luo Wei slept until noon and didn't get up. The house is insured against accidents, so today Rowe has to contact the insurance company and deal with the people who hold their wallets tightly — even though the wallet is almost extinct in the 22nd century.

"I'm missing class again, I have a headache," Luo Wei rubbed his head, which was extremely uncomfortable because of staying up late, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something again, "Hey, I'm missing classes this semester?" As Rowe recalls, he seems to have become the manager of the Silver World Saints Cup team.

"It seems that it is enough to ask Fang Shi for a leave, but what is his number?"

Rowe looked at the counter table on the side of the bed, and took down the microcomputer - the signal breathing light was flashing, and there was unread information.

"Read." Rowe voice commands.

…

"Memoirs..."Luo Wei remembered that he had read the memoirs sealed in a plastic bag a few times before, but for him who was once six or seven years old, it was not fun for memoirs to be full of words, and his impression was not very deep.

"Connect with Investigator Bailan."

…

The application of the IBDC and PD-D joint case handling team has been submitted for several years, but the specific results have not yet been announced. Even in the 22nd century, when two departments are involved, as long as the status between the two departments is not very high, there is no influence, and the procrastination and slow administrative efficiency can still drive people crazy.

"Under review." These three words suspended in mid-air stimulated Bai Lan's sensitive and fragile nerves due to long-term lack of sleep. The coffee can is twisted and deformed, losing its original roundness and regular shape.

"These corpse bastards!" The flattened and rounded coffee can was in a cold downward straight line, and was angrily thrown into the stomach of the cleaning robot by Bai Lan.

Even if Bai Lan is a special investigator of the IBDC, and can even be called the card of the Special Investigation Division of Apostle Crime, his rank is only comparable to that of the superintendent, and his administrative influence is very limited, and those high-ranking officials don't seem to bother to glance at him as a sesame-sized official, let alone the bullshit proposal application he uploaded.

In the rivers and lakes, you can't take your head - then sink in the water.

"You have a call request - Rovi."

Bai Lan slowly calmed down her anger that had nowhere to vent. "Connect."

"Brother Bai, my parents replied to me, what I don't see is the memoirs of my ancestors entering the Garden of Eden." Luo Wei called Bai Lanbai Big Brother and blurted out, which was very natural. Bai Lan gave Luo Wei a good feeling - keen, careful, not gentle, but made people feel very respected.

"Is it..."Bai Lan rubbed her chin with her palm, and the stubble that had not been shaved off for two or three days was a little dark and rough.

He came back to his senses and said, "Thank you, Rovi, for being very helpful in our investigation. ”

Luo Wei smiled and responded, "It's right for me to say thank you, after all, it's my family's things that were stolen." ”

…

Ever since the Fallen Angel investigated the paper documents, Bai Lan fell in love with the writing and reading experience that should have stayed forever in the 21st century. He bought a fountain pen and a large box of A4 paper—things that cost him about half a month's salary. It's not that his wages are low, it's that these things are now horribly expensive — the "green resource tax" — a special tax that is the source of much of the high price of those papers.

On the blank white paper, a line separates the two sides. At one end of the line is the "controller" of the fallen angels, and at the other end is the assassination of the silver realm. On the line connecting the two, there is a "list".

Now, a dot appears outside the line – the dot reads: The Stolen Memoir of Eden, The Traditionalist Luo Family, Luo Wei.

On the map of Yanjing on another sheet of A4 paper, Jing'an District is marked with "1", Shijingshan District is marked with "2", and Xinchaoyang District is marked with "3". Three points of solidification in red ink, triangular in shape, coincide with the overview of the three cases on the previous sheet of paper covered.

"Is it related, this point..."Bai Lan drew a question mark above the point of the theft of the memoir, separated by the distance of the line.

…

Turning off the microcomputer, Luo Wei let out a long sigh. The theory with the insurance company just now really made his mouth dry, but fortunately, after thinking about it for most of the day, the result was still good. Most of the damage to his home will be covered by insurance companies. However, it is limited to damage to the walls of the house, and the loss of furniture in general. Like the ones that Luo Jie's parents bought back from outside the federation, those handicrafts were denied compensation on the grounds of "uninsured".

"If it's just an ordinary theft, I'm just an ordinary citizen, I'm afraid it's much easier." Luo Wei shook his head slightly.

…

"You have a video call request - Luo Suyi."

"Why did she call? Did she know what was going on in my house and come to comfort me? Rowe thought.

But soon, Luo Wei knew that he really still thought too much-

"Xiao Wei~" Luo Suyi made a snorting sound, but Luo Wei felt uncomfortable.

"Speak normally." Luo Wei's expression was cold.

Luo Suyi stroked her purple hair, pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Next week's weekend, the final of the Federation's suspension motorcycle tour will come to Yanjing, what's the matter, do you want to support my sister?" ”

"You're not a 'sister', you're a generation older." Luo Wei pouted and said.

"Stinky boy, I'm only ten years older than you, besides, I'm just older than you, and I'm not really old!"

"It's eleven and a half years older, and it's really old."

…

"Remember to come, Mua~" Regardless of whether Luo Wei responded positively or not, after speaking, Luo Suyi disconnected the video call.

…

"Alas, sure enough, I still expect too much from her." Luo Wei was helpless.

…

In the palace-like manor, the fire of the fireplace ignites bright red and mixed with blue flames. The servants stood motionless in the four corners of the room, like humble sculptures. In the room, Isfahan's carpet is spread, even if it is hundreds of years, the Persian red woven with silk and Kolk wool is still as bright as blood; The black Persian pattern is still as deep as the pitch-black night sky; The flowers seem to be about to bloom, as if they are diffused with the fragrance of "no fragrance"; The green and blackened vines are like dancing snakes, coiling among the flowers.

The agave liquor, like liquid gold, flows between transparent and colorless ice cubes. A steady and powerful hand lifted the wine glass, and the black jade wrenched his finger on the index finger and ring finger, folding the beating firelight. The mellow slurry seemed to explode between his lips, and the sound of an elf leaping sound.

"Hidden deep enough, hmph, it seems that he is going to hide the secret until death... Now, it's not time to face him head-on..."

…