The sun is approaching.

The taxi slowly drove into an old town that was being renovated, and the Jiang family's old house was located in it.

It is close to the Affiliated Hospital of Jinping Medical University, which is the unit of Grandpa Jiang Qian's life, and the old house of the Jiang family is the welfare house of Grandpa Jiang's unit.

Although he rarely returned here after moving, Jiang Qian still clearly remembers the location, outline, and changes of the old house in different periods.

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 that has been renovated on the east side is where Jiang Qian, his parents and brother live.

The two bedrooms on the west side, one is a bedroom, and the other is a study shared by Grandpa Jiang and Grandma, and most of them are reading materials.

There are three bedrooms on the east side, and one master bedroom is where Jiang Qian's parents Jiang Xuesong and Wen Han live; The second bedroom is shared by Jiang Qian and Jiang Yang, and the upper and lower bunks are next to the desks where the brothers do their homework; The remaining room was converted into the couple's workshop by Jiang Xuesong, which is stacked with archaeological tools, painting tools and all kinds of strange miscellaneous items all year round.

Later, the family changed repeatedly, and her mother Wen Han no longer went home to live, and her and Jiang Xuesong's house was taken over by her aunt and sister.

Only grandma insisted on living alone, even when Grandpa Jiang had just left, he never needed anyone to accompany him, saying that he was not afraid of being quiet, and he was annoyed when there were too many people.

I was replaying a lot of past events in my mind, and the car gradually stopped.

"Little brother, it's not easy to go further here, you see if you ......"

The road ahead was difficult, and the driver hesitated to turn back to ask for the passengers' opinions.

"Okay, stop here."

The road is indeed a bit of a waste car, Jiang Qian did not continue to embarrass the driver, paid the fare, and walked towards the old house in his memory.

At the same time, the Beidou button cameras scattered in all directions, shrouding the nearby neighborhood under Jiang Qian's perspective.

Within half a street, he saw the low, dilapidated bungalows far lower than he remembered, the gates covered with rust, the red bricks in his memory had faded to white, and the whole courtyard looked old and decayed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Not only Jiang Qian's house, but also other nearby courtyards have long been uninhabited.

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

Open the door, light it, enter.

The movements are clean and neat, and there is no hesitation or procrastination.

He found that the room was still the same as it had been when it had been inhabited, except that it had accumulated a little more dust.

Jiang Qian went straight to the point: to his parents' workplace.

Open the door.

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

The room is not big, Jiang Xuesong and Wen Han's things occupy one side each, which is easy to identify. Judging by the distribution of dust, the room has not been visited for a long time.

Of course.

Looking at his father's only remaining relics, Jiang Qian didn't even have time to recall the past, so he began a "thorough investigation".

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

However, there is 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 photo of a welfare home that he turned out of his mother's sketchbook.

The photo shows a group of children, both male and female, all in their teens. One of the most striking is Yu Xuan standing in the corner.

She stood in the corner, but no one could hide her first bloom.

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

There is no smile on her face, she is beautiful and arrogant, like an iceberg snow lotus that has left behind her independence.

This must have been a picture before I took her home...... Jiang Qian was silent and meditated.

In his memory, his sister was taken home by Lafayette from a suburban welfare institute for the reason that he was helping his deceased friend take care of orphans.

And Jiang Qian also clearly remembered that before his grandfather passed away, he had a young and promising assistant who was also surnamed Yu.

This Dr. Yu and his grandfather went abroad on the same flight and also died in the line of duty.

Jiang Qian put away the photo and silently simply restored his parents' belongings to their original places.

His mood was more complicated.

In fact, from the time Dionysian mentioned his father's name, he had already thought of a lot of possibilities, and all kinds of extreme situations were imagined. Because of this, immunity to a wide range of possible outcomes is formed.

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

He desperately needs proof.

Mountains of ironclad evidence are needed to explain the many doubts in his heart.

After re-locking his parents' workspace, Jiang Qian came to the house on the west side, opened his grandparents' study, and continued to rummage for clues.

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

Most of my grandmother's books and publications had moved to her new home, and there wasn't much left left, and they were all dusty.

Jiang Qian carefully and skillfully cleaned and screened until a medical professional book spread out in front of his eyes, which 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 mere curiosity, he casually flipped through the catalog, but in the extended part, he saw a bold conjecture about the energy source to be developed in the human brain.

Jiang Qian went straight to the main part of this conjecture, picked the key points and read it, and the more he read, the more he felt a wonderful sense of familiarity:

To put it simply, the duo is trying to prove the "terrifying potential" of the brain.

He also conducted a series of controlled experiments within the scope of the law on common animals, and used this as an analogy to explore a lot of "divinity" beyond basic science.

Such a concept, even today, is quite forward-looking.

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

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

Of the limited medical books he reads, only one can match it, which is Dr. Kate's "The Miracle of Genes" in the copy of "The Last Days of the Hungry Ghosts".

There is an interesting coincidence between reality and the world of dungeons.

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

Just like these two books, they only explore the problem from a strange angle.

"It's really a mess of flowers, and it's getting charming ......"

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

Admittedly, the information he was looking for was not found here either.

I looked down at my watch.

Well, the Elder Bloodie pigeon was thorough, awesome.

Jiang Qian continued to expand the scope of the search, and the rooms in the east and west rooms searched the past one by one in a carpet manner, filtering one object after another, and were busy from the evening to the middle of the night.

But there is still no gain.

Jiang Qian stood in the abandoned courtyard and sighed silently.

He originally thought that this "homecoming" might be able to get some information related to the missing Jiang Yang and his suspicious sister, but now it seems that he is really too optimistic.

Looking up at the lack of moon looming in the clouds, Jiang Qian fell into doubts about his travel plans: Is the hint of the god of wine credible?

If those two sentences of "going home" didn't mean something, why did he tell me the name of his father Jiang Xuesong? He also deliberately avoided the observation of the official Lu Fanni at the first meeting......

Jiang Qian retracted his gaze, emptied his brain, and walked to 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, memories of the past quickly flood into my mind, and I look back noisily.

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

But Jiang Qian will no longer be angry because of this: who will compete with a "missing person"?

He won't be there anyway, and he's not available.

So, Jiang Qian searched the dusty old warehouse again, until all the broken copper and iron in the warehouse were played with by him, and he did not even let go of the four walls and the brick-paved floor, and did not find any valuable information.

So......

Do you want to test authority?

Jiang Qian hesitated.

The authority of his "Snake" card is "Spirit", which can be called the way to break the game at a critical moment, but only if there is a "crisis", that is, it is automatically triggered when the body is threatened by life or has suffered serious damage.

This is clearly not in line with the current situation.

And if it is not for the insistence on urging the spirit in the moment of crisis, it will be counterattacked, leading to unpredictable consequences.

Although the images transmitted by the Beidou button camera showed that there were no potential safety hazards in the surroundings, Jiang Qian still did not plan to take this risk.

What's the matter, even if the trip doesn't get very good?

At most, he would have lost Elder Blood's face......

Jiang Qian's expression calmly sorted out his thoughts:

"Suppose I am Jiang Xuesong, where would I hide my secret so that no one other than my close relatives would think of it and would not be able to get it?"

With this question, Jiang Qian's gaze refocused on those old things that had been abandoned by his family.

In particular, the worn-out frames of physical photographs, some of which had rotten edges, were later recycled by him and used as specimen frames to frame his countless private "works".

He walked over, took the worn photo frames in his hand one by one, and carefully examined them again, even the degree of damage and the weight of the picture frames had to be weighed and calculated, so as not to miss any clues.

It worked.

When picking up a brown-colored specimen frame, Jiang Qian stopped.

As he skillfully dismantled the frame, a strange quadrangular "drawing" of non-standard size fell out of the middle layer of the back cover, marked with an "unknown why" red dot......

"What is this?"

Jiang Qian silently recited a sentence, and his eyes immediately lit up!

This drawing is a miniature version of the warehouse footprint.

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

With the target area, spatial "search" becomes extremely simple for Jiang Qian.

He condensed his vision, quickly scanned the area marked by the red dot on the drawing, and finally found a "suspicious" brick with slight differences from other floor tiles under the thick dust.

Jiang Qian walked over without hesitation, sweeping away the heavy dust accumulated on the ground, revealing the brick floor.

After getting closer and groping, I found that this brick is an imitation!

Jiang Qian carefully separated this "brick" and looked at it carefully.

Only to find out that the part of this "floor tile" hidden in the ground actually hides a hidden box.

As his fingers groped for the mechanism on the back, the hidden box suddenly opened!

A pile of densely drawn drawings was scattered on the ground.

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

And this thick pile is obviously a segmented map from the "same area".

……

(End of chapter)