"Then next time you want to drink a gun, who will prepare it for you?" Guo Qianfan looked at her without blinking, "You are allergic to alcohol."

"How do you know?" She raised her eyes suddenly. She only had a slight alcohol allergy. Drinking high or high-concentration alcohol would make her dizzy and her heart beat faster, but she couldn't tell from her appearance, so no one knew.

How did he know?

How could he know after not seeing each other for so many years?!

Guo Qianfan glanced at Fan Tuan's clenched fists, pretending not to notice, and smiled slightly: "Have you forgotten? You secretly drank at my house and had stomach pain for most of the night. I was the one who carried you to the hospital."

Fan Tuan's fists relaxed slightly. This was indeed the case. That was also the first time she knew she was allergic to alcohol.

It's just that after so many years, how could Guo Qianfan remember things so clearly that she couldn't even remember?

Guo Qianfan saw the confusion in her eyes and knew that he could no longer put pressure on her. He still knew that too much was not enough.

He lowered his eyes, moved slightly closer to Fan Tuan, slowly moved to her side in a weak gesture, and said softly: "You know, you know very well what my grandparents do."

"No matter what you want to do, I won't affect you, but let me stay."

"At least you need a bartender."

His voice was gentle, slightly hoarse due to Fan Tuan's rough behavior just now, but it was still pleasant enough to penetrate into Fan Tuan's ears.

He folded his hands on the table, his knuckles and fingertips were red, and cyan veins snaked on the back of his hands. They were perfect hands.

The only flaw is that there is a light-colored scar on the wrist, like a burn. It has healed long ago, but it leaves traces.

Fan Tuan stared at the hands for a long time, and finally heard his own voice: "I'll give you an address tomorrow. Move there so you don't get discovered."

After saying that, she stood up and hurriedly left with her suitcase, leaving only Guo Qianfan still sitting there and two red stacks of banknotes on the table.

I don't know how long it took, but Guo Qianfan slowly looked away. He held the cup used by Fan Tuan in both hands, touched it, stood up with it, threw away the tea bag inside, and walked into the bedroom.

If Fan Tuan stayed a little longer, or came here during the day, she would find that the exterior and interior sizes of the house were inconsistent.

The bedroom is too small, with only space for a bed, but from the outside, it shouldn't be so small.

Guo Qianfan turned on the light in the bedroom, lightly kicked something under the bed, and the wall made a clicking sound.

There is a darkroom inside.

He held the cup tightly and walked in. The glass was warmed by the warmth of his palm, just like Fan Tuan's hand just now. Although it was cold, it only needed to be covered for a while to warm it up.

Following his footsteps, the light in the darkroom turned on.

This is not a darkroom, this is simply a museum called Fan Tuan!

The whole wall is covered with photos of her. From childhood to adulthood, there are photos of her front face, but most of them are profile and back views. There are even graduation photos of her at each stage of schooling.

Hundreds of thousands of photos are densely covered on the entire wall, and the latest one shows her standing on the podium, holding chalk, and writing the word Fan Tuan from behind.

Guo Qianfan stretched out his hand, and his fingertips lightly touched Fan Tuan's cheek in the photo, and then rested on her hand.

When he closed his eyes, he could still recall the coldness and hard touch when he held her hand just now.

When did she start to like clenching fists... Guo Qianfan opened his eyes, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

He didn't know how long it took before he turned around and put the cup into a ceiling-mounted cabinet.

There were all kinds of things in the cabinet, including half-used erasers, torn test papers, old boxing gloves, and a jar full of rubber bands of all kinds.

Now there is an extra glass, a glass that has been used but not washed.

"Tuantuan..." He touched the cabinet door, his eyes rested on an old red hand rope, and whispered softly, "Tuantuan."

His forehead was pressed against the cabinet, his eyes showed a lingering emotion, and he fumbled with the cabinet door with his fingertips, trying to touch the things inside, but finally gave up.

Don't touch them anymore. If you touch them again, the aura on those things will disappear.

Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled, but this smile was different from before. It was a joyful and cheerful smile: "Look at me, how could I forget."

"I've found you."

"Congratulations to the host for successfully obtaining ten small red flowers!"

After Fan Tuan entered the class again, the system said with a smile: "Would the host want to exchange the clues about the mother now?"

"Yes." It was raining today. Fan Tuan wore a black punk-style dress, and his blond hair was combed into a high ponytail, floating behind his head.

She threw her schoolbag on the table and jumped into her seat. The moment she sat down, she turned her head and glanced at Guo Qianfan.

Guo Qianfan was still the same as before, without raising his eyelids, and could only see the contents of the book with his eyes.

It was as if what happened yesterday was all Fan Tuan's dream. If the suitcase and cash hadn't been under the bed, she would have really doubted whether she was dreaming.

The system did some calculations and placed the clues on the interface.

It was a map. If you look closely, it is exactly this city. There is a small circle on the map, which is flashing with red light.

"This is where your mother was last seen."

Fan Tuan was impatient. This place was the bar she went to yesterday: "Do you think I don't know? Can you tell me some clues that I don't have?"

"Don't worry!" The system zoomed in on the map and drew a small blue circle three kilometers away from the bar. "But on the same day, a person who looked like your mother appeared in this place."

A surveillance photo is displayed on the interface, and the system uses its own program to compare it.

This photo is very blurry and the person in it cannot be clearly seen, but it can be seen that the hair color, height, body shape and other aspects are different from Ms. Yin.

"Skeletons don't lie. Just like a man pretending to be a woman or a woman pretending to be a man, the walking posture will always be affected by the hip bones and deviate. If you use this information well, you can easily determine whether these people are the same person.

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Fan Tuan's heart suddenly tightened.

She watched a large series of numbers fly by on the interface, and finally extracted the woman in the surveillance photo individually for analysis.

Her height has obviously increased, but her arms cannot be lengthened, so she wears height-increasing shoes.

The hair color and volume have changed, but the flow lines of the skull are inconsistent with the flow lines of the hair, so she wears a wig.

She has become fatter, but her insteps and fingers are still slender, so she puts something under her clothes.

Finally, all these interfering factors were eliminated, and then compared with the surveillance photos taken when Ms. Yin entered the bar...

This is the same person.

"Twelve minutes for three kilometers, she ran so fast!" The system couldn't help but sigh, "The standard for a third-level athlete is only ten minutes."

Fan Tuan narrowed his eyes: "No. It's no problem for her to be three kilometers and ten minutes, but she still has to pretend, and the time must be more than two minutes... Where did she come from?"

The system retrieved the surveillance information, but there were only two pieces of surveillance information involving Ms. Yin. One was when she entered the bar, and the other was the disguise three kilometers away.

There is nothing more.

"Three kilometers...twelve minutes...she must have taken a shortcut." Fan Tuan closed her eyes and constructed a three-dimensional map of the city in her mind. High-rise buildings, streets, alleys, and underground passages were all in her mind.

Structure one by one.

She frowned. There was no shortcut from the bar to Hengtong Avenue, but it was almost impossible to avoid the crowds and surveillance.

There is only one possibility.

There was a secret passage that she didn't know about, and even the city planner didn't know about it.

"If you can identify people by their bones, can other people do it too?" Fan Tuan is even more worried about this.

The system said proudly: "With the current level of technology in your world, it is still far from reaching this point. Although you can already perform pixel-level analysis, it is still difficult to see through the disguise of Ms. Yin.

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Chapter completed!