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Chapter 354
The sun is approaching.

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

It is close to the Affiliated Hospital of Jinping University of Medical Sciences, which is also the work unit of Grandpa Jiang Qian.

Although he seldom came back here after moving, Jiang Qian still clearly remembers the location, outline, changes of different periods of the old house and many other details:
There are two side-by-side houses facing north and south. The old house with two bedrooms and one kitchen on the west side is lived by grandparents, and the newly renovated three-bedroom house on the east side is lived by Jiang Qian, his parents, and his brother's family.

There are two bedrooms on the west side, one is a bedroom, and the other is a study shared by Grandpa Jiang and Grandma, mostly reading materials.

In the three-bedroom on the east side, Jiang Qian’s parents Jiang Xuesong and Wen Han live in one master bedroom; One was transformed by Jiang Xuesong into the couple's workshop, where archaeological equipment, painting utensils and all kinds of strange sundries are piled up all year round.

Later, the family changed again and again, and mother Wen Han no longer came home to live, and her aunt and sister took over the house of her and Jiang Xuesong.

Only grandma insisted on living alone. Even when Grandpa Jiang left, she never needed anyone to accompany her.

While recalling many past events in my mind, the car gradually stopped.

"Brother, it's not easy to go any farther here, why don't you..."

The road ahead was difficult, and the driver hesitated and turned around to ask the passengers for their opinions.

"Okay, stop here."

The road is indeed a bit of a waste car, Jiang Qian didn't 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 spread out one after another, covering the nearby neighborhoods under Jiang Qian's perspective.

Within half a street, he saw the dilapidated one-story house that was much lower than he remembered. The gate was covered with rust, and the red bricks in his memory had faded to white. The whole courtyard looked old and decayed under 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 yard, glanced at the remaining plants in the yard and the crumbling old warehouse that accompanied his childhood, and went straight to the house on the east side.

Open the door, light it, enter.

The movements are clean and neat, without hesitation or procrastination.

He found that, except that the room was a little more dusty, the inside and outside still kept the scene when he lived in it.

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

Open the door.

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

The room is not big, and Jiang Xuesong and Wen Han's things are on each side, so they are easy to identify.Judging from the distribution of accumulated dust, the room has not been visited for a long time.

Of course.

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

From workbenches, drawers, cabinets, shelves, and even every gap between wall tiles and floors, he tried to find out where his father might have left messages.

However, it was fruitless.

Jiang Qian continued to include his mother's belongings and expanded the scope of the search.

Still unsuccessful.

The only strange thing was a photo of an orphanage he dug out from his mother's sketchbook.

The photo showed a group of children, both boys and girls, all in their teens.One of the most striking is Yu Xuan standing in the corner.

Although she is standing in the corner, no one can block her early blooming youth.

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

There is no smile on her face, she is beautiful and aloof, like an isolated iceberg snow lotus.

This should be the photo before taking her home... Jiang Qian was silent and meditating.

In his memory, his elder sister was taken home from the orphanage in the outer suburbs by Lafayette for the reason: to help an old friend take care of the orphan.

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

This Dr. Yu was on the same flight as his grandfather to go abroad for investigation, and he also died in the line of duty.

Jiang Qian put away the photos, and silently simply restored the parents' belongings to their original positions.

His mood is more complicated.

In fact, when Dionysus mentioned his father's name, he had already thought of a lot of possibilities, and he had imagined all kinds of extreme situations.It is also because of this that immunity to various possible outcomes is formed.

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

He desperately needs evidence.

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

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

This room is much neater than Jiang Qian's parents' workshop.

Most of grandma's books and publications have been moved to a new home, and there are not many things left, and they are all full of dust.

Jiang Qian cleaned and screened carefully and alertly, until a medical professional book was spread out in front of him, which was a brain science theoretical work co-authored by Jiang Qian's grandfather Jiang Yuncheng and Yu Xuan's mother Yu Xiaohe.

Driven by curiosity, he flipped through the catalog at random, but in the extended part, he saw bold conjectures about the untapped energy of the human brain.

Jiang Qian went straight to the main text of this conjecture, picked the key points to read, and the more he read, the more strangely familiar he felt:

Simply put, the two are trying to prove the "terrorist potential" of the brain.

And a series of controlled experiments within the scope of the law were done with common animals, using this as an analogy to explore a lot of "divine" content beyond basic science.

Such a concept, even today, is already quite forward.

In the era when the book was published, Jiang Qian wondered how they got the ISBN after going through the review...

Of course, Jiang Qian didn't understand publishing.

Among the limited medical professional books he has read, the only one that can "comparable" to it is "The Miracle of Genes" written by Dr. Kate in the copy of "The End of the Hungry Ghost".

There is an interesting coincidence between the reality and the replica world.

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

Just like these two works, only the strange angles of discussing the problems are similar.

"It's really a mess of flowers that are gradually becoming charming..."

After closing the old book, Jiang Qian patted the dust off his body and retreated from the abandoned study.

Admittedly, he didn't find the information he wanted here either.

He looked down at his watch.

Well, it's awesome to thoroughly treat the bloody elders.

Jiang Qian continued to expand the scope of the search, searching the rooms of the east and west houses in a carpet-like manner, filtering object by object, and was busy from evening to midnight.

But still no gains.

Jiang Qian stood in the abandoned courtyard, sighing silently.

He originally considered that he might be able to get some information about the missing Jiang Yang and his sister with a suspicious identity this time "going home", but now it seems that he was too optimistic.

Looking up at the looming missing moon in the clouds, Jiang Qian fell into doubts about this travel plan: Is the hint of Dionysus credible?
If those two sentences "go home" didn't mean something, why did he tell me the name of his father Jiang Xuesong?At the time of the first meeting, he intentionally avoided the official official Lu Fanni's observation...

Jiang Qian withdrew his gaze, emptied his mind, and walked towards the old warehouse where he often hid his private "works".

Simply, he also got the key to the warehouse.

Opening the door of the warehouse, memories of the past quickly flooded into my mind, noisily going back.

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

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

Anyway, he won't, and he's not available.

So, Jiang Qian started a search in the dusty old warehouse again, until he played with all the broken copper and iron in the warehouse, even the walls of the walls and the brick floor. Discover valuable legacy information.

and so……

Want to try authority?

Jiang Qian hesitated.

The authority of his "Teng Snake" card is "Consonance", which can be called a way to break the situation in a critical situation, but the premise is that there is a "crisis", that is, it is automatically triggered when the body is threatened with life or has suffered serious injury.

It is clearly inconsistent with the current situation.

And if it is not for the moment of crisis to insist on mobilizing Lingxi, it will be backlashed, leading to unpredictable consequences.

Although the images sent back by the Beidou button camera show that there are no safety hazards in the surrounding area, Jiang Qian still does not intend to take this risk.

Even if the trip has little effect, what does it matter?
At most, he would lose the face of the Bloodshed Elder...

Jiang Qian sorted out his thoughts calmly:

"Suppose I were Jiang Xuesong, where would I hide my secret so that no one except my close relatives would think about it, nor would I be able to get it?"

With this question in mind, Jiang Qian refocused his attention on the old things abandoned by his family.

Especially those dilapidated photo frames inlaid with physical photos, some of which had rotten edges, but were later recycled by him, and used as specimen frames to frame his countless private "works".

He walked over, took those worn-out photo frames one by one, and carefully inspected them in a decent way, even weighing the degree of damage and the weight of the photo frames, so as not to miss any clues.

The method worked.

Jiang Qian stopped when he picked up a brown wood specimen frame.

He deftly disassembled the photo frame. At this time, a strange quadrilateral "drawing" of non-standard size fell out of the interlayer of the back cover board, and a red dot of "unknown reason" was marked on the drawing...

"what is this?"

Jiang Qian read a sentence silently, and his eyes lit up immediately!
This drawing is a miniature version of the warehouse floor area.

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 gathered his spirit vision, quickly scanned the area marked by the red dot on the drawing, and finally found a "suspicious" brick that was slightly different from other floor tiles under the thick accumulation of dust.

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

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

Jiang Qian carefully separated the "brick" and examined it carefully.

Only then did I discover that the part of this "floor tile" hidden underground actually hides a hidden box.

While his fingers were groping for the mechanism on the back, the hidden box suddenly opened!

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

Jiang Qian squatted down and unfolded the blueprints one by one. After checking one by one, he found that they were all hand-drawn site survey maps...

And this thick stack is obviously a segmentation map from the "same area".

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(End of this chapter)