Chapter 354 The Secret of the Old House

The sun was setting.

The taxi slowly drove into an old city area that was under continuous reconstruction, where the Jiang family's old house was located.

This place is close to the Affiliated Hospital of Jinping Medical University, which was the unit where Grandpa Jiang Qian worked before his death. The Jiang family's old house was the welfare house allocated by Grandpa Jiang's unit.

Although he rarely returned here after moving, Jiang Qian still clearly remembered the location, outline, changes in different periods and many other details of the old house:

Two houses facing north and south, the old house with two rooms and one kitchen on the west side is where grandpa and grandma live, and the three-bedroom new house on the east side that had been renovated is where Jiang Qian, his parents, and his brother's family live.

The two rooms on the west side, one is a bedroom, and the other is a study shared by Grandpa Jiang and Grandma, mostly for reading materials.

The three bedrooms on the east side, one of the master bedrooms is occupied by Jiang Qian's parents Jiang Xuesong and Wen Han; the second bedroom is shared by Jiang Qian and Jiang Yang, with the upper and lower bunks next to the desk where the brothers do their homework; the remaining room was converted by Jiang Xuesong into a workroom for the couple, which is piled with archaeological tools, painting tools and all kinds of strange and bizarre sundries all year round.

Later, the family suffered repeated misfortunes, and mother Wen Han no longer returned home to live, and her and Jiang Xuesong's room was taken over by her aunt and sister.

Only grandma insisted on living alone, even when Grandpa Jiang just passed away, she never needed anyone to accompany her, saying that she was not afraid of quietness, but was annoyed by too many people.

The car gradually stopped as he recalled many past events in his mind.

"Brother, it's not easy to go forward here, how about..."

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

"Okay, stop here."

The road was indeed a bit shabby, Jiang Qian did not continue to embarrass the driver, paid the fare, and walked straight towards the old house in his memory.

At the same time, Beidou button cameras spread out, covering the nearby streets under Jiang Qian's perspective.

Before he crossed half a street, he saw the bungalow that was much lower and more dilapidated than in his memory. The gate was covered with rust, and the red bricks in his memory had faded to white. The whole courtyard looked old and dilapidated under the afterglow of the sunset.

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

Jiang Qian took out the key to open the door and entered the yard. He glanced at the remaining plants in the yard and the shaky old warehouse that accompanied his childhood, and walked straight to the house on the east side.

Open the door, light up, and enter.

The action was clean and neat, without any hesitation or procrastination.

He found that this room was still the same as when he lived there before, except that it was a little more dusty.

Jiang Qian got straight to the point: walk to his parents' workshop.

Open the door.

With a "creak", dust filled the air.

The room was not big, and Jiang Xuesong and Wen Han's things were on each side, which was easy to identify. Judging from the distribution of dust, no one has visited the room for a long time.

Of course.

Looking at the only remaining relics of his father, Jiang Qian did not even have time to recall the past, and began a "thorough investigation".

From the workbench, drawers, cabinets, shelves, and even every gap between the wall tiles and the floor, he tried to find the place where his father might have left information.

However, he found nothing.

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

Still unsuccessful.

The only strange thing was a photo of an orphanage he found in his mother's sketchbook.

The photo showed a group of children, both boys and girls, all in their teens. The most eye-catching one among them was Yu Xuan standing in the corner.

Although she stood in the corner, no one could hide her budding beauty.

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 of his memory.

There was no smile on her face, she was beautiful and aloof, like an iceberg snow lotus isolated from the world.

This should be the photo before she was taken home... Jiang Qian was silent and thoughtful.

In his memory, his sister was taken home by the old Buddha from the welfare home in the far suburbs, for the reason of helping an old friend to 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.

This doctor Yu and his grandfather went abroad for inspection on the same flight, and also died in the line of duty.

Jiang Qian put the photo away and quietly restored his parents' belongings to their original positions.

His mood became more complicated.

In fact, since the god of wine mentioned his father's name, he had already associated it with many possibilities, and all kinds of extreme situations had been imagined. Because of this, he became immune to various possible results.

Although his mood was complicated, his method of doing things was orderly and not chaotic at all.

He urgently needed evidence.

He needed a mountain of iron evidence to explain the many doubts in his heart.

After relocking his parents' studio, Jiang Qian went to the house on the west side, opened his grandparents' study, and continued to search for clues.

This room was much tidier than Jiang Qian's parents' studio.

Most of his grandmother's books and periodicals had been moved to the new house, and there were not many things left, and they were all covered with dust.

Jiang Qian carefully cleaned and screened until a medical book was spread out in front of him. It was a book on brain science theory co-authored by Jiang Qian's grandfather Jiang Yuncheng and Yu Xuan's mother Yu Xiaohe.

He was just curious and casually flipped through the catalog, but in the extended part, he saw a bold conjecture about the untapped energy of 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 familiar he felt:

In short, the two were trying to prove the "terrifying potential" of the brain.

They also conducted a series of control experiments within the scope of the law with common animals, using this as an analogy to explore a lot of "divine" content that goes beyond basic science.

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

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

Of course, Jiang Qian didn't understand publishing.

Among the limited medical books he had read, there was only one that could be "comparable" to it, which was "The Miracle of Genes" written by Dr. Kate in the "Hungry Ghost Ending World" copy.

There was an interesting coincidence between the real world and the copy world.

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

Just like these two books, they only have similar unique angles to explore the problem.

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

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

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

He looked down at the watch.

Well, it's great to have left the bloody elder behind thoroughly.

Jiang Qian continued to expand the search range, searching the rooms in the east and west houses one by one, filtering one object after another, and was busy from dusk to late at night.

But still no results.

Jiang Qian stood in the abandoned courtyard and sighed silently.

He had originally thought that this "return home" might give him some information about the missing Jiang Yang and his sister, whose identity was suspicious. Now it seems that he was too optimistic.

Looking up at the crescent moon looming in the clouds, Jiang Qian fell into doubt about this trip plan: Can the hint of the god of wine be trusted?

If the two words "return home" were not meant to be meaningful, why did he tell me the name of his father Jiang Xuesong? He also deliberately avoided the official Lu Fanni's listening in when we first met...

Jiang Qian retracted his gaze, emptied his mind, and walked towards 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, past memories quickly flooded into his mind, noisily recalling.

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

But Jiang Qian would no longer be angry about this: Who would compete with a "missing person"?

Anyway, he wouldn't, and he didn't have time.

So Jiang Qian started searching the dusty old warehouse again, until he had played with all the broken copper and iron in the warehouse, even the walls and the brick floor, but he did not find any valuable information.

So...

Want to try the authority?

Jiang Qian hesitated.

The authority of his "Tengshe" card is "Lingxi", which can be regarded as a way out of a critical moment, but the premise is that there is a "crisis", that is, it is automatically triggered when the main body is threatened with life or has suffered serious injuries.

It is obviously inconsistent with the current situation.

If you insist on activating Lingxi at a non-crisis moment, you will be backfired, 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 this trip has little effect, what's the harm?

At most, he lost the face of the Bloody Elder...

Jiang Qian calmly sorted out his thoughts:

"If I were Jiang Xuesong, where would I hide my secret so that no one except my closest relatives would think of it and could not get it?"

With this question, Jiang Qian's eyes refocused on the old things abandoned by his family.

Especially those worn-out photo frames with real photos inlaid. Some of the edges of those photo frames had rotted, but they 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 in his hands one by one, and carefully examined them again, even the degree of damage and the weight of the photo frames had to be weighed and calculated, not missing any clues.

This method worked.

When he picked up a brown specimen frame, Jiang Qian stopped.

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

"What is this?"

Jiang Qian muttered to himself, and then his eyes lit up!

This drawing is a miniature version of the warehouse area.

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

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

He focused his spiritual vision and quickly scanned the area marked by the red dot on the blueprint. Finally, under the thick dust, he found a "suspicious" brick that was slightly different from the other floor tiles.

Jiang Qian walked over without hesitation, swept away the heavy dust on the ground, and revealed the brick floor.

After getting close and groping, he found that this brick was a replica!

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

Only then did he find that the part of this "floor tile" hidden underground actually contained a secret box.

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

A stack of densely drawn blueprints then scattered on the ground.

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

And this thick stack was obviously a cut-out map from the "same area".

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