The taxi slowly drove into an old city that was undergoing renovation, where the Jiang family's old house was located.
This place is close to the Affiliated Hospital of Jinping Medical University, which is where Grandpa Jiang Qian worked during his lifetime. The old house of the Jiang family is the welfare house assigned to Grandpa Jiang’s workplace.
Although he rarely returns here after moving, Jiang Qian still clearly remembers the location, outline, changes in different periods of the old house and many other details:
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. The renovated three-bedroom house on the east side is where Jiang Qian, his parents, and his brother live.
Of the two bedrooms on the west side, one is a bedroom and the other is a study room shared by Grandpa Jiang and Grandma, mostly for reading.
In the third bedroom on the east side, one master bedroom is occupied by Jiang Qian’s parents, Jiang Xuesong and Wen Han; the second bedroom is shared by brothers Jiang Qian and Jiang Yang, with bunk beds next to the desk where the brothers do their homework;
A room was transformed by Jiang Xuesong into the couple's workshop, where archaeological equipment, painting tools and all kinds of strange sundries were piled up all year round.
Later, there were repeated changes in the family, and her mother Wen Han no longer lived at home, so her aunt and sister took over the house she and Jiang Xuesong shared.
Only grandma insisted on living alone. Even in the years when Grandpa Jiang had just left, she never needed anyone to accompany her. She said she was not afraid of silence and would find it annoying when there were too many people.
I was reminiscing about many past events in my mind, and the car gradually stopped.
"Brother, it will be difficult to get around from here. Do you think..."
The road ahead was difficult, so the driver hesitated and turned around to ask the passengers for their opinions.
"Okay, stop here."
The road was indeed a bit deserted, so Jiang Qian did not continue to embarrass the driver, paid the fare, and walked directly 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 bungalow that was much lower and dilapidated than he remembered. The door was covered with rust, and the red bricks in his memory had faded to white. The whole courtyard looked old and decadent under the afterglow of the setting sun.
Not only Jiang Qian's house, but also other nearby courtyards have long been deserted.
Jiang Qian took out the key and opened the door, entered the yard, glanced at the remaining plants in the yard and the crumbling old warehouse that accompanied his childhood, and walked straight to the house on the east side.
Open the door, light up, enter.
The movements are clean and neat, without any hesitation or delay.
He found that except for a lot of dust, this room still maintained the appearance of when he lived there inside and out.
Jiang Qian went straight to the topic: heading to his parents' workshop.
Open the door.
There was a "squeak" and dust filled the air.
The room was not big, and Jiang Xuesong's and Wen Han's things occupied one side each, making them easy to identify. Judging from the distribution of dust, no one had visited the room for a long time.
Of course.
Looking at his father's only remaining relics, Jiang Qian began a "thorough investigation" without even having time to recall the past.
From the workbench, drawers, to cabinets, shelves, and even every crack in the wall tiles and floor, he tried to find out where his father might have left the message.
However, there was 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 an orphanage that he dug out of his mother's sketchbook.
The photo shows a group of children, both boys and girls, all in their teens. The most eye-catching one among them is Yu Xuan standing in the corner.
Although she was standing in the corner, no one could block her blooming beauty.
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 time in his memory.
There was no smile on her face, she was beautiful and aloof, like an independent iceberg and snow lotus.
This should be a photo taken before taking her home... Jiang Qian was silent and meditating.
In his memory, his 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 orphans.
And Jiang Qian also clearly remembered that before his grandfather passed away, there was a young and promising assistant, also named Yu.
Dr. Yu went abroad for inspection on the same flight as his grandfather, and he also died in the line of duty.
Jiang Qian put the photos away and quietly restored his parents' belongings to their original positions.
His mood became more complicated.
In fact, when Dionysus mentioned his father's name, he had already thought of many possibilities and had imagined all kinds of extreme situations. Because of this, he had developed an immunity to various possible outcomes.
The mood is complicated, but the way of doing things is orderly and not chaotic at all.
He desperately needs evidence.
Mountains of ironclad evidence were needed to explain the many doubts in his mind.
After locking his parents' workshop again, Jiang Qian went to the west side of the house, opened his grandparents' study, and continued to look for clues.
This room is much neater than Jiang Qian's parents' workroom.
Most of my grandma's books and periodicals have been moved to their new home, and there are not many things left, and they are all gathering dust.
Jiang Qian carefully and intelligently cleaned and screened until a medical professional book was spread out in front of him. It 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 curiosity, he casually browsed the catalog, but in the extended section, he saw bold conjectures about the energy sources to be developed in the human brain.
Jiang Qian went straight to the main text of this conjecture and read the key points. The more he read, the more he felt a strange sense of familiarity:
To put it simply, the two are trying to prove the "terrifying potential" of the brain.
He also conducted a series of controlled experiments within the scope of the law using common animals as an analogy to explore many "divine" contents that go beyond basic science.
This kind of concept is already quite advanced even today.
In the era when the work was published, Jiang Qian doubted how they passed the review and obtained the ISBN...
Of course, Jiang Qian doesn’t understand publishing.
Among the limited medical professional books he has read, there is only one that can be "comparable" to it, and it is "The Miracle of Genes" written by Dr. Kate in the copy of "The End of the Hungry Ghost".
There are interesting coincidences between the real world and the replica world.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jiang Qian's brain speed lags for a moment, but it is only for a moment.
Just like these two works, they only have similar angles in exploring the issues.
"It's really a mess of flowers that gradually becomes charming..."
Closing the old book, Jiang Qian dusted himself off and walked out of the abandoned study.
Admittedly, the information he wanted was not found here.
He looked down at his watch.
Well, the Bloody Elder pigeon was very thorough, which is great.
Jiang Qian continued to expand the search scope. He searched the rooms in the east and west rooms carpet by room, filtering out items one by one. He was busy from the evening until midnight.
But still no gain.
Jiang Qian stood in the abandoned courtyard and sighed silently.
He originally thought that by "going home" this time, he might be able to get some information related to the missing Jiang Yang and his suspicious sister, but now it seems that he was too optimistic.
Looking up at the crescent moon looming in the clouds, Jiang Qian fell into doubts about this trip plan: Is the hint of Dionysus credible?
If those two words "go home" didn't mean anything, why did he tell me his father Jiang Xuesong's name? He also deliberately avoided official Lu Fanni's observation during our first meeting...
Jiang Qian withdrew his gaze, cleared his mind, and walked towards the old warehouse where he often hid his personal "works".
After all, he also got the key to the warehouse.
Opening the door of the warehouse, memories of the past quickly flooded into my mind, and I looked back noisily.
Most of the not-so-good memories are related to Jiang Yang.
But Jiang Qian will no longer be angry about this: Who would compete with a "missing person"?
Anyway, he doesn't know how to do it, and he doesn't have time.
So, Jiang Qian started searching the dusty old warehouse again, until he had played with all the scrap metal in the warehouse, including the four walls and the brick floor.
Discover valuable legacy information.
so……
Want to try your authority?
Jiang Qian hesitated.
The power of his "Soaring Snake" card is "Lingxi", which can be called a way to break the situation in a critical moment, but the premise is that there is a "crisis", that is, it is automatically triggered when the body is threatened by life or has suffered serious injury.
It is obviously inconsistent with the current situation.
And if we do not insist on stimulating Lingxi in times of crisis, we will suffer backlash, leading to unpredictable consequences.
Although the images returned by the Beidou Button Camera showed that there were no potential safety hazards in the surrounding area, Jiang Qian still did not intend to take the risk.
Even if this trip has little effect, what does it matter?
At most, he would lose the face of the bloody elder...
Jiang Qian calmly organized his thoughts:
"Suppose I were Jiang Xuesong, where would I hide my secret so that no one except my closest relatives would think of it and would not be able to get it?"
With this question, Jiang Qian refocused his attention on the old things abandoned by his family.
Especially those worn-out photo frames inlaid with physical photos. Some of the edges of those photo frames were rotten, but they were later recycled by him and used as specimen frames to frame his countless personal "works."
He walked over and took the dilapidated photo frames in his hands one by one, and looked at them carefully again, including the degree of damage and the weight of the photo frames, so as not to miss any clues.
This method worked.
When picking up a brown wooden specimen frame, Jiang Qian stopped.
He deftly dismantled the photo frame, and at this moment, a strange non-standard-sized quadrilateral "drawing" fell out of the interlayer of the back cover board, with an "unexplained" red dot marked on the drawing...
"What's this?"
Jiang Qian muttered something silently, and then his eyes lit up!
This drawing is a miniature version of the warehouse floor space.
Then the red dot marks on the drawing are self-evident.
With the target area, spatial "search" becomes extremely simple for Jiang Qian.
He concentrated his spiritual vision and quickly scanned the area marked by the red dot on the drawing. Finally, under the thick dust, he found a "suspicious" brick that was slightly different from other floor tiles.
Jiang Qian walked over without hesitation and swept away the thick dust accumulated on the ground, revealing the brick floor.
After getting closer and groping, I discovered: This brick is an imitation!
Jiang Qian carefully separated the "brick" and looked at it carefully.
Only then did I discover that the hidden part of this "floor tile" actually contained a hidden box.
While his fingers were groping for the mechanism on the back, the secret box suddenly opened!
A stack of densely drawn drawings was immediately scattered on the ground.
Jiang Qian squatted down and unfolded the drawings one by one. After looking at them one by one, he found that they were all hand-drawn address prospecting maps...
And this thick pile is obviously another cut-up picture from the "same area".
