Time goes back two hours to the main control room of the Evolution Road game.

Gu Fan, who was covered in silver-white metallic light, was standing in front of a ball of light at the moment. The photosphere is the terminal interface of the evolutionary path, and it is also an intelligent creature that claims to be an observer.

Whether it is a silicon-based creature or a carbon-based creature, Gu Van still can't confirm it.

Observer: "I didn't expect that today, four years later, you have come to the end and become one of the ultimate victors on the road of evolution." What kind of reward do you want?"

"I want to go home, to my daughter. Gu Fan's somewhat dry voice sounded.

Observer: "I don't understand, Earth is just a backward world, and it doesn't even qualify to be a hunting ground for the gods. Why do you want to go back to that kind of place?"

Speaking of his decision, Gu Fan's silver-white face showed an expression that only humans have: "My daughter is still waiting for me to go back to pick her up, and I will definitely do what I promised her." ”

"Well, I'll send you back to Earth, the time anchor for your return, set an hour after you left that world. Instead of dwelling on this issue, the observer set about arranging the return:

"One more thing I want you to keep in mind is to follow the principles of knowledge pipe sealing. Whether it is the technical materials you have exchanged from me, or the technical data information you have obtained from other god hunting grounds in the process of evolving the game, they can only be used for your own use and are not allowed to be spread to the outside world. ”

"Otherwise, once you spread the information to a certain extent, the Earth world will automatically be promoted to the god's hunting ground of this game. Again, this is not a joke. ”

"The Dimensional Space-Time Teleportation Array has been activated, and you can go home. ”

"By the way, because of the time-out space teleportation, you will have a short-term memory impairment. Well, I believe it's not a big problem for you, and it will be back in a few hours. Also, I wish you a smooth journey. ”

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Time back fifteen minutes ago, in the public security bureau of Whale Sea City.

"I'm here to find my daughter. ”

An expressionless young man stood at his desk and said to the police at the front desk, "My daughter is gone." ”

Political commissar Li Changhe was instructing the front desk police to use the system, and when he heard the man's words, he quickly put down the work in his hand: "Xiao Zhao, you stop first." I'm going to help this guy deal with the problem of lost children. ”

"What's your name, how long has your daughter been lost?" Li Changhe drove away the clumsy policeman and sat down in front of the computer.

"I don't remember my name," the young man's expression stiffened, his eyes blank, and he couldn't see the slightest emotion in a normal person.

His tone of voice had a mechanical and cold feeling: "Because of the elapsed time, I have forgotten my daughter's name." ”

"Please help me, I've been to all the nearby police stations. The young man continued: "They all think I'm crazy, but I'm really not crazy. Never find my daughter again. I might forget the purpose of going out and even where my home is. ”

How could there be such a person in the world? Li Changhe muttered in his heart.

Although the tone and demeanor of the young man did not look like a normal person, Li Changhe, with his years of work experience, judged that the young man's words did not contain a trace of falsehood.

In other words, even if a young man is a madman, he is also a madman who is sure that what he says and says is true.

Li Changhe pushed away the keyboard in front of him, and he said in a slow tone: "Okay then, let's say it another way." How long has your daughter been lost?"

The young man looked at the desk calendar on his desk, and he recalled it carefully for a while, and his tone fluctuated slightly for the first time: "It seems that I don't remember!"

When he said that he didn't remember, the young man's face showed indescribable sadness: "Why don't I remember at all?"

"What's the child's mother's name?" Li Changhe continued.

"I don't remember. The young man shook his head blankly: "I really don't remember." ”

"Don't you remember anything, how can you let us help you?" Xiao Zhao, the policeman behind Li Changhe, said disdainfully: "What's wrong with you?"

"Amnesia. The young man honestly replied, "I forgot a lot of things." ”

Police officer Xiao Zhao was almost amused by him: "You remember your own illness quite clearly." ”

Finding that he couldn't ask any useful clues from him, Li Changhe had to say patiently: "That's it, you can bring a few photos of your daughter first." If we find news of your daughter and let you know when the time comes, do you think it's okay?"

"I didn't have a picture of my daughter with me. The young man's tone was as calm as ever, but it sounded a little more sad at this time.

Li Changhe said patiently: "You can go home and get it." ”

"Going home?" the young man hesitated for a moment, "I don't remember where my home is." ”

I endure - if it weren't for years of work experience and professionalism, Li Changhe would definitely pick up the keyboard and slap the young man's head.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the bathroom. Li Changhe took a deep breath, and he pulled the policeman Xiao Zhao to leave the front desk.

Walking to the corner of the corridor, Li Changhe glanced back at the young man in front of the desk. I saw that he was taking the pen from the pen holder and the paper in the box of the photocopier.

Finding that he didn't pay attention to his movements, Li Changhe immediately said to Xiao Zhao: "You go and call the mental hospital, and you say that a madman has escaped." I was in charge of stabilizing him until the staff of the psychiatric hospital came. ”

After instructing Xiao Zhao, Li Changhe returned to his desk.

His face was full of spring breeze smiles: "I'm sorry, I'll let you wait." ”

"It's okay, while you're on the toilet, I've got something to do. The young man moved his pen on a piece of paper: "I don't have a picture of my daughter, but I can draw her as a picture." ”

A madman can still draw?

Li Changhe sneered in his heart: Look at your arm that is shaking like an electrocardiogram, I don't know if I think you are in the late Parkinson's disease.

He made up his mind that even if the young man drew a picture of a chicken eating rice—even an electrocardiogram of arrhythmia, Li Changhe would praise it as a phoenix's pride intention.

"It's done, that's what my daughter looks like. ”

The young man was very fast, completing his work in less than two minutes. He handed the sketch to Li Changhe: "With this painting, when can you help me find my daughter?"

"It depends on whether you're a Picasso or a Repin. After calling the psychiatric hospital, Xiao Zhao returned to Li Changhe again.

After telling a joke that he thought was humorous to a mentally ill person, Xiao Zhao suddenly felt a little bored: "What am I talking about with a madman? ”

"Picasso is a master of abstraction, Repin is a master of portraiture. You're quite a bit of a researcher on foreign art. Unexpectedly, the young man nodded seriously: "I am a realist, holographic projection 3D realism." ”

Hearing the young man's words, the people who watched the excitement nearby, the people who came to run errands, and other colleagues burst into laughter.

A colleague forced a smile and said: "Xiao Zhao, you are really good, on the first day of work, you were praised by the enthusiastic masses." Don't be proud, you have to make persistent efforts in the future, you know?"

"When it comes to art, your amnesia is good. Sure enough, everything can be forgotten, and only art is the eternal theme. ”

"Hey, what do you think the young man has drawn? Political Commissar Li has been holding the paper and reading it for most of the day. ”

"If you want to know, you'll have to come and see it later?"

"I can't see it, you're still an artist. Li Changhe put down the A4 paper in his hand.

When he looked back at Xiao Zhao, Li Changhe's tone was a little more solemn: "Xiao Zhao, make a few copies of this painting and send it to various police stations in a while." Let them help find the whereabouts of the child. ”

Hearing Li Changhe's suddenly serious tone, Xiao Zhao took the A4 paper in a daze.

After just one glance, he was stunned: this was drawn with a ballpoint pen?

On the white piece of paper was a picture of a small girl with a bright smile, who looked to be about four or five years old. Because she is not yet old, any word used to describe a woman is too early and far-fetched to use on her.

The adjectives created by adults can't fully reflect the vigorous aura in her body.

Although it is only a flat painting, no matter which angle you look at, the little girl in the painting seems to be three-dimensional. At first glance, there is a feeling that a girl wants to jump out of the paper.

Before joining the police force, Xiao Zhao also learned to paint professionally – for example, drawing portraits of suspects based on clues provided by eyewitnesses. This is one of his professional skills at university.

He knew very well in his heart that the pen in the hand of a painter was like a sword in the hand of a knight.

The sword of the chivalrous man is graded, and the pen in the hand of the painter is also graded. The gap between a top-of-the-line drawing brush and an ordinary signature pen is by no means something that can be explained in one sentence or two.

Can use an ordinary signature pen to draw portraits vividly. It's like throwing away his sword and fighting with only one branch.

Although he has no sword in his hand, he is still the number one sword god in the world.

I recall the young man's convulsive painting process, and then look at his lifelike sketches. In a sense, the young man was definitely an amazing artist before he got sick.

"Ahh His daughter is so beautiful. The old lady who had good things had already come to Xiao Zhao's side, looking at the little girl on the paper and praising it.

"I said, young man, what kindergarten did your daughter belong to? You can't wronged such a lovely child. ”

"I forgot. The young man still said the same thing.

After looking at the paintings, some people said in a sour tone: "How can there be such a beautiful little girl in the world?" I send my granddaughter to school every day, and I have been to at least nine of the kindergartens in the neighborhood, not to mention all ten. I've never seen a little girl so good-looking. ”

"If you want me to say, he's a psychopath. This little girl is his imaginary daughter. In real life, it simply doesn't exist. ”

"Can you keep quiet? As you said, he's a psychopath. In case you anger someone, you won't be able to jump up and give you a knife. Mental illness is not criminally responsible. ”

"What am I afraid of? This is the Public Security Bureau. If I'm stabbed by a madman here, and the madman isn't responsible, the Public Security Bureau will have to be responsible, right?" the man snorted coldly.

Hearing the man's declaration of accountability, the policemen present secretly decided in their hearts: in the spirit of being responsible to the end, they decided that no matter what procedures the guy went through. They are all completed with the strictest and most meticulous attitude, and absolutely do not let half of the things that do not comply with the rules and regulations appear.

If you don't let him run a full marathon in Whale Sea City, I'm sorry for his mental quality.

Just when everyone was talking about it, a policeman who had just entered the door interjected: "Hey, what a familiar little girl? Isn't she just the little girl crying in the supermarket over there?"

As soon as the words fell, the young man rushed towards the door with a fierce tiger down the mountain, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"News confirmed! My daughter is in the supermarket next door! I'm going to pick her up!"