Qi Si left the orphanage in a daze, clutching the list and photographs. Before leaving, he even shut the director's office door again.
Even though he had already kicked the lock apart.
After getting into the car, Qi Si leaned back against the driver's seat and pondered for a long time. He stared at the list and photographs in his hands, constantly trying to figure out his connection to those people.
But he had no clue.
The only thing he could be certain of at the moment was that he must have seen Shen Shuyu at an orphanage before.
It was just that Qi Si could not determine which orphanage it had been.
If the transmigration into a novel was real, then he was certain the orphanage he had been in was not in this world.
But what if the transmigration itself was not real? What if he had never transmigrated into a novel at all?
Qi Si would not have thought so much about it before, but he had received too much information today—too much that was too complicated. He could no longer stop himself from doubting his own memories.
After a while, Qi Si took out his phone and called Xiao Chou.
"You should know a reliable private detective, right?"
Xiao Chou froze for a moment before asking in confusion, "I do. Why are you asking, Young Master Qi?"
"Find me a more capable private detective. Money isn't an issue, as long as they can get me the results I want," Qi Si said.
Xiao Chou was deeply surprised, but he did not ask anything. "Alright. I'll send you their contact information in a bit. You can add them and talk to them yourself."
"Mm. Thanks."
"Come on! Why are you being so polite with me, Young Master