Everyone had a subjective consciousness.
If the world before him really was connected to Modin, then a world dominated by women was certainly possible.
Of course, without decisive evidence, everything remained speculation.
Qin Ran stood outside 2-1-6, watching detectives stream in and out as they searched his assumed identity's home. Grady, meanwhile, watched him.
"You don't seem worried at all?"
Grady asked.
"There's nothing in there except some books."
"And none of those books are rare editions or unique copies. You can buy them anywhere."
Qin Ran answered.
"Really?"
"Please come with me. I need your help determining what's missing from your home."
Grady continued to regard Qin Ran suspiciously, then gestured for him to follow.
Qin Ran nodded and went inside with her.
His gaze swept over the disordered first floor.
"Nothing."
Although everything had been rummaged through and left in disarray, nothing was missing, according to Qin Ran's memory of the place before he left. The second floor was the same.
The rooms were a mess. In the office, even the bookcase had been opened, its contents scattered across the floor.
"The youngest recipient of the Foweng Psychology Prize?"
Grady picked up a photograph from the floor and looked at Qin Ran with mild surprise.
Clearly, this Foweng held such a prominent position in psychology that even someone only partly familiar with the field knew the name.
Then something occurred to Grady.
"No wonder you don't care about losses money can make up for."
"With this, you've already got the key to the vault."
The female chief inspector remarked.
"I didn't steal or rob anyone. I simply earned my own living. There's nothing shameful about that, is there?"
Qin Ran countered, striding toward the third floor.
Compared with the first and second floors, the third-floor living quarters belonging