Where there's no one around? Hong Xiaoduo looked around but couldn't find a suitable place.
This location was closest to the inn, so she immediately led the seven children hurriedly toward the inn. She had originally thought of letting Tian Shu take the other children for a stroll on the street, but she was a little worried, so she decided to bring them all back.
"Keep an eye on the door for me, don't let anyone in." When they reached the door of the dormitory where they had stayed the night before, she turned around and instructed Tian Shu.
He didn't know what she wanted to do by suddenly turning back, but Tian Shu sensed that his mother was in a hurry, so he quickly nodded in agreement.
Because she wasn't sure when the travel permit would be ready, she didn't return the dormitory room this morning. After entering the room, she still locked the door, not feeling at ease.
He took a few more steps into the house, trying to stay as far away from the door as possible, and with a thought, he instantly entered the space.
The space was still empty. The moment she entered, a screen appeared on the opposite wall, and then an old man wearing glasses appeared on it.
“Hong Xiaoduo, you…”
"Stop, tell me first, can you control the duration of our conversation now?" Hong Xiaoduo interrupted the other party and asked directly.
The old man on the screen shook his head: "You should listen to me first..."
"Since you can't control it, you'd better listen to me first, otherwise I won't listen to anything." Left with no other choice, threats were resorted to.
Seeing her resolute attitude, the old man on the screen became somewhat annoyed, his eyes practically spitting fire. In the end, he gritted his teeth and reluctantly nodded in agreement: "Go ahead."
"Tell me first, what's the situation at my home?" Hong Xiaoduo asked, focusing on the key points.
The old man clearly admitted that he couldn't control the duration of the phone conversation, and since time was of the essence, he didn't have time to accuse the old man of committing any illegal or criminal acts.
When the old curator heard her ask this, he was clearly surprised. He paused for a moment and then said, "Your family is doing very well. Don't worry. You are your parents' only daughter. Your father is the CEO of a private company, and your mother is the deputy manager of a large local supermarket."
Upon hearing this, Hong Xiaoduo wondered: Everything's alright at home? She'd been out of contact, and they hadn't even noticed? Weren't they worried? Or had that old man used some trick to deceive them?
"Your parents divorced the year you got into university, and you didn't register your household with either of them. Now, your father has a good relationship with his current wife, they already have two children, and they are preparing to have a third."
Your mother married the CEO of a listed company and is pregnant with her second child.
Your mother's current husband is a bit of a ladies' man, so your mother spends most of her time outside of work going to beauty salons for skin care, practicing prenatal yoga at yoga studios, and also learning flower arranging, tea ceremony, and calligraphy.
So you don't need to worry about them." The old curator simply told her what he knew, focusing on the key points.
Hearing his detailed explanation, Hong Xiaoduo was a little confused.
So, what does it mean when I say my parents are doing very well? Does it mean they're doing great now, and their minds are all on their new partners and new families? They have no time for their daughter?
"You're not just making this up to convince me to do things for you, are you?" Why don't you believe me? "I hate being deceived more than anything," she warned fiercely.
If you really lie to her and deceive her, then don't expect her to cooperate in doing anything.
It's not that she's particularly vigilant or easily fooled, but rather that she's analyzed herself over the past few days and feels that she has a pretty good personality, which means she must have a harmonious and loving family.
As a result, the old man told her that her parents were divorced and each had a family of five or four.
"I swear, all of this is true. I spent a lot of money hiring private investigators to investigate. Furthermore, your amnesia was not something we deliberately designed; it was probably caused by time-traveling magnetic pulses, and it should be temporary."
"Maybe my memory will return someday. If I lie to you, I'll be found out, and you'll still be angry then." The old curator raised a finger and solemnly swore an oath.
He didn't have time to remind her to hurry up and talk about the important things. When he told her about her family situation, the fact that her parents were divorced and that she was living alone suddenly reminded him that this girl was opinionated and very independent.
"Hong Xiaoduo? Miss Hong? Is there anything else you want to ask?" Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, the old curator asked tentatively.
The old man's voice pulled Hong Xiaoduo back from her reverie: "Yes, I carry a sword at my waist, so I do know martial arts, right? Just how strong am I? How many could I take on in a real fight?"
"This?" The old curator couldn't answer.
"Don't tell me you don't know! Didn't you develop and research this program?" Hong Xiaoduo was already in a bad mood, so her attitude and tone became somewhat aggressive.
Just because she can throw stones with perfect accuracy, she's not sure if she actually has this skill or if she truly possesses martial arts abilities.
After all, even today, when I hold a sword hilt, I still don't have the feel of being good at using a sword.
She likes watching martial arts films, but watching them is different from reality. She vaguely remembers taking martial arts classes when she was in elementary school. Kicking was tiring, pressing her legs was painful, and the coach was fierce. But she can't remember anything else.
The old curator on the screen straightened his neck and said somewhat unconfidently, "I didn't do all of this program. It started with my grandfather, and my father added and improved it later. But I was just lucky enough to find someone who met the requirements like you."
Hong Xiaoduo was even more depressed when she heard this. My God, the three generations of people were building this time-space experience capsule, just waiting for her, this unlucky girl who walked right into their trap?
"If it wasn't your research, there must be original data available, right? Also, what exactly is your purpose in bringing me here?" Hong Xiaoduo asked, barely suppressing her anger.
She felt that this was probably what the old man himself wanted to say.
But what's with that old man's expression on the screen? He seems so guilty, he doesn't even dare to look her in the eye.
"Hey, don't you dare say you don't know or don't understand? If you know nothing, then what's the point of bringing me here? Are you kidding me?" Hong Xiaoduo got impatient.
The old curator scratched his sparse, receding hairline and said awkwardly, "The original materials are all there, but I can't access them for now because my father set a password and didn't tell me."
Upon hearing this, Hong Xiaoduo had a very bad feeling: "Your father... did he have Alzheimer's? Or did he pass away?"
"Ahem, no, that's not it. He said he had dedicated most of his life to this research in accordance with his father's wishes, and he was tired. He said I was capable of handling things on my own, so he handed it over to me."
He went on a world tour, and didn't tell me the password when he left, saying it would be more satisfying for me to decipher it myself.
Hearing the old curator's somewhat embarrassed words, Hong Xiaoduo barely managed to suppress her swearing: "Wait, is your father really that rebellious? Also, since you don't even know what the ultimate purpose of this cross-time experience capsule project is, why did you trick me into coming here?"
Do they think I'm the chosen one, that I'm smart? So they're letting me find the answers here on my own? ...
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