"What Senior Brother said is that it is still important to solve the matter of blindness, so you can continue to talk about it." Jiang Baiyuan is also an extremely intelligent person, after listening to Wu Yu's subtle dissuasion, he immediately understood that he was in a bit of a hurry, although some of the things refracted from Nanbo's tragic experience today made it difficult for him to calm down in his heart, and made him want to sweep away these dark and dirty things, but he also understood that things could only be done one by one, and there were indeed more important things at the moment, so he could only endure the ups and downs in his heart and said calmly.

"After that, according to the information I checked, there was actually nothing special, after Nanbo escaped from Xihua State Prison, he returned to Shamrock Harbor and began to work as a waiter at Gray Bar for a while, which is why he knew Su Zhe, and later, he has been living with a 'escapee' named Fran, and working together to fight against radar. Although from all indications, this 11-year-old imp is much more mature and wise than ordinary peers, and it seems that he has mastered a set of methods to independently hunt low-level machine puppets without relying on armed mechas, but whether it is from the perspective of time or from various signs, Nanbo has not joined any trace of any organization or force, and his motive for acting for so many years is very simple, that is, to find his missing sister.

Oh yes, by the way, the money Nanbo has earned in the past 3 years has always been divided into three parts, only one of which is kept for his own use, one of which is deposited into his sister's trust fund, and the other is anonymously remitted to the Sunflower Orphanage, which has lost its government subsidy. So to sum up, I think that Nanbo should have no bad intentions for His Highness, of course, because his sister's disappearance has something to do with His Highness, it is possible to have resistance to His Highness. With the lesson just now, Zhang Chehan did not report on everything, but tried to report the rest of the content as concisely as possible, but he did not forget the purpose of Helena to let him come.

"Then how do you explain that Nanbo and Valkyrie know each other? And it was Valkyrie himself who said that it was Nanbo who told him that the prince was on 'Yin'. Leng Lingye said without compromise.

"I don't know about this, it's hard to say it's really a coincidence, and if Valkyrie is really sent by His Royal Highness the Prince's teacher, then there is no problem with Nan Bo and her acquaintance, not necessarily Nan Bo also has anything to ......do with His Royal Highness's teacher" Zhang Chehan was just halfway through his defense when he was interrupted by a sudden message.

"I will naturally go to Nanbo himself to verify this, as long as he can explain clearly why he knows why His Highness is in 'Yin' and why he knows Valkyrie, I will let him go, I don't know if this condition can be accepted by the dean." Leng Lingye saluted Helena, and then said respectfully and firmly.

"Okay, that's it, for the sake of fairness, I'll let Che Han go with you and ask, is that okay?" Helena put down the teacup in her hand, and saw that Leng Lingye, who saluted her, was very resolute, and her request was not excessive, so she nodded and agreed, and arranged for Zhang Chehan to go with her. Look so fascinating, do you hear my words? ”

"I heard Auntie, I just had a new message coming, which made me lose my mind for a while, Auntie should not be angry." Hearing Helena shouting herself, Zhang Chehan immediately replied.

"What's the news? It will make you lose your mind. Helena continued.

"It's about the whereabouts of Nanbo's adoptive mother, Ye Xue." Zhang Chehan replied calmly

"Ye Xue? Got news? Where did she go afterward? She has always been very concerned about Ye Xue's cold fall, and Ling Ye immediately asked.

"Died, committed suicide, and as soon as he arrived in Northern Xia Prefecture five years ago, he first cut his wrists and then committed suicide by throwing himself into the lake." Zhang Chehan said lightly, without adding too much emotion, but everyone present felt the slightest sadness from his words.

"Why? Why suicide? Why did you go to Northern Xia Prefecture to commit suicide? Leng Lingye asked with some excitement.

"I don't know, she didn't leave a suicide note, as for why she committed suicide when she ran to Beixia Prefecture, where no one knew, maybe she didn't want to know it, or maybe she just didn't want Nanbo to know." ……

Nanbo, who hadn't thought of a good solution, leaned back weakly, tired from thinking for a long time, and the pain in his head and the increasing hunger in his abdomen made him have no strength to support his body.

Nan Bo put the back of his head weakly at the end of the backrest, his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, under the dim light of the lamp, the white wall that could not find any focus made him a little confused, and the scene of the lingering nightmare appeared in his mind again in his mind.

It was a rainy autumn morning, and the rain that lasted for several days had smashed all the crumbling dead leaves, and the rusty iron gate of the sunflower orphanage was full of bare dead trees, and the red clay paved playground had turned into a muddy pond, and the ground was full of broken dead branches and leaves that had been trampled, making the already somewhat old orphanage look particularly bleak.

The mother held the umbrella and did not speak all the way, until she was outside the iron gate, and then she said: "You are a boy, you have to live strongly, don't come to me again, you know?" Then he took out a box and handed it to himself, and then said: "This is something that has been handed down by the Nan family, but it is useless, so you can keep it as a thought." ”

At that time, Nan Bo kept his head down and held back his tears, so he didn't see his adoptive mother's expression when she spoke, the rain was loud, and he didn't remember her tone. He only remembered that he was extremely remorseful and desperate at that time, so he didn't even dare to say words of retention and pleading.

Just kept repeating mechanically: "I didn't say it, I didn't say it, I didn't say it, I didn't say it, I didn't say it......"

Nanbo didn't understand why no one believed him, why everyone didn't believe in him, including his mother, who loved him the most, and abandoned him.

The mother didn't say anything more, waited until the door of the orphanage opened, handed the umbrella to Nanbo, and turned around and walked into the already chilly rain in late autumn.

Looking at the back of his mother turning away in the rain, the last trace of fantasy in Nanbo's heart was completely broken, and the tears that he endured were like a dam bursting the embankment, gushing out of his red eyes, mixed with the autumn rain, and quickly cooled, and before he could leave the corner of his eyes, he had completely lost his temperature, and the cold crossed his cheeks.

At that time, he did not believe in ghosts and gods, but people became superstitious when they were powerless.

Pushing away the support of the director of the orphanage, kneeling in the cold rain, looking at his mother's back as she drifted away in the heavy rain, and repeating "I didn't say it, those words were not me", Nan Bo pleaded with all the gods who knew the name of him, begging his adoptive mother to turn back, even if it was just to look back at herself. It's a pity that until the familiar and thin back, it still disappeared into the morning mist of the autumn rain without looking back.

"Whew! Call! Call! ”

Wake up again breathing is still rapid, Nan Bo, who is very clear about his situation, is not trying to touch the wound on the back of his head, but to his waist, although he knows that there is little hope, Nan Bo still wants to touch the MX-7 that his mother left him at the end, but the hands that are difficult to touch his waist only touch the empty holster, although this is expected, Nan Bo still feels an inexplicable loss, as if he has lost something important, and there is a sour feeling from the corner of his eyes, A few tears slipped out involuntarily.