Tracing the Roots

"Can you recall the scene at the time?"

Lianfeng was more concerned about the unknown factor now. A villa appearing out of nowhere, a person appearing out of nowhere – talent capable of using wormhole technology was very difficult to deal with for the enemy.

"Mhm, but I can't remember much. My head hurts..."

Qi Lin was genuinely experiencing a headache and felt terrible. The events of yesterday had weighed heavily on her.

All her colleagues had sacrificed themselves, her comrades in the unit had also sacrificed themselves, and only she had survived. How could she not be in pain?

She described the scene at the time to Lianfeng, but she didn't reveal what Long Qian had said. She wanted to verify it herself.

From the way Long Qian held her protectively when she was injured later, she believed Long Qian wasn't a bad person.

Besides, someone who could be protected by the Angel of Justice couldn't be a bad person either.

"Alright, but we haven't seen him anywhere nearby. I assume he must have left. Can you recall what he looked like?"

Lianfeng was a bit discouraged as she hadn't gotten any useful information from Qi Lin, but there was nothing she could do.

"Mhm mhm mhm, I remember. Do you want me to draw it for you?"

Don't let Qi Lin's profession as a police officer, and just a patrol officer at that, fool you. She was skilled in everything; calligraphy, chess, music, and painting were all within her capabilities.

Just because she hadn't told Lianfeng those words didn't mean she didn't want to find Long Qian.

Moreover, Long Qian was like the boy next door; she felt inexplicably at ease in his arms, though she didn't know why.

"That would be wonderful!!!"

Ten minutes later, a sketch appeared in Lianfeng's hand.

"He is indeed a sunny and handsome boy, looks to be in his early twenties."

"25 years old!!!"

Qi Lin had also heard Long Qian complain. Long Qian might have mentioned his age.

"Qi Lin, are you willing to work in a more classified unit? Our Super Seminary belongs to the National Security Bureau and directly follows the orders of the Supreme Elder. You know, alien life is eyeing Earth covetously, and our ordinary soldiers and firepower do very little damage to them. The country needs warriors like you with Super Genes to join us."

After checking Qi Lin with an instrument and finding no issues, Lianfeng explained her purpose and extended an invitation to Qi Lin.

"Protecting our country and serving the people is my duty. When do I need to report?"

Qi Lin would naturally not refuse. She was a police officer, and no matter where she worked, it was for the country. Moreover, this was an even higher-level secret unit.

"Next Monday. We'll have someone pick you up. You should rest well this week. We'll issue a transfer order to the Juxia City Police Bureau; this is a position transfer for you."

Lianfeng nodded. It was precisely the sense of patriotism among police officers and soldiers that was strongest. Everyone shared a common belief, which was why Qi Lin joined without any hesitation.

Upon returning to Super Seminary, Lianfeng immediately went to the laboratory.

Of course, she didn't forget to take the police uniform Qi Lin had been wearing when she was injured as she left.

"Aunt Lianfeng, you're back!!!"

"Mm, Qiangwei, what's the situation? Any progress?"

Seeing Lianfeng return, Qiangwei stepped forward to greet her.

"Based on the information we've collected and our investigation, that area is indeed quite strange. We've also interviewed many staff members and cleaners who frequently pass by there, and they all emphatically stated that there were no buildings there, not even within several kilometers along the route.

It's certain that a wormhole appeared there, causing the building to materialize. However...

From the scattered glass shards and building materials found at the scene, they are all ordinary building materials.

I thoroughly searched the area early this morning and found a packet of one-inch photos in the grass, along with a few unfamiliar dolls.

However, I couldn't find any such shop name on the Juxia City map using the photo studio's name on the package.

One of the dolls is damaged, and there's a partial label inside. Based on the translation, I can't determine the location either.

MADE IN CHINA.

But according to some translation experts, this is a manufacturer's name, though I haven't found any related information. It might be an unbranded product."

Qiangwei eagerly reported the results of her search that morning when Lianfeng inquired, and she had already completed her investigation and analysis.

"Mm, alright. Coincidentally, I also got a sketch from Qi Lin, as well as this uniform. Let's analyze them to see if there are any bloodstains or fingerprints from other individuals."

As soon as Lianfeng arrived at the laboratory, she carefully handed the items, sealed in protective material, to the other researchers.

The one-inch photos Qiangwei found were naturally the ones that had fallen out of Long Qian's backpack. They were taken two or three years ago and he had simply put them in his backpack.

As for the dolls, they were gifts from his ex-girlfriend, and he had kept them in his backpack without ever taking them out. He didn't expect the backpack to break and them to fall out.

Half an hour later.

"Director Lianfeng, we have results. We found blood other than Qi Lin's. Excluding a few other drops, there's a very unique bloody palm print. We collected sample data with priority, but this sample has no record in our Great Wall One database. However, based on DNA matching information, this is indeed our Huaxia's DNA gene sequence.

The fingerprints are the same; there's no record in the database. This appears to be an undocumented individual."

A researcher ran over and said to Lianfeng.

Considering how many times Huaxia's population has been surveyed, 99.99% of them are stored in the database. Blood samples not being recorded could be understood, but fingerprints should always be present.

Their Super Seminary base has real-time access to any national database system, yet they couldn't find any information.

"Director, according to the facial data comparison, the similarity is as high as 98%. It seems to be the same person without a doubt."

At this moment, another researcher holding the photo data and restoration research also walked over.

"However, according to the information we have obtained so far, his height is 185-190 cm, weight is 130-140 kg, and his palmprints are undamaged. He should be a mental worker."

Lianfeng and the others were no ordinary people. They could analyze useful information from mere clues and deduce Long Qian's height and weight with considerable accuracy based on these scant details.

"Strange, could he really be undocumented?!"

Upon hearing the researcher's reply, Lianfeng muttered to herself. While Huaxia did have undocumented individuals and people with no registered background, it was extremely rare. Moreover, Qi Lin had mentioned that the person seemed to recognize her and immediately stated Qi Lin's gene model, which made her feel uneasy.

Logically, someone who recognized a patrol officer like Qi Lin shouldn't be undocumented. More importantly, he actually knew Qi Lin's gene model; that was the crucial point, the absolute priority.

"That's right, he has an Angel guarding him, how could they not notice..."

Lianfeng then muttered to herself, mocking her own overthinking. It seemed she had been worrying unnecessarily.

"By the way, have the results of the analysis on this toy with a special energy source that we obtained last night come back yet?"

Lianfeng, with Qiangwei, walked to the sealed glass jar containing the Spark Prism and asked the personnel recording data by the side.

"No, it just keeps flashing. No energy has any effect on it. We've tried electric shocks and other methods. Although the material is not common, it's not particularly special either. It's quite peculiar, seeming to be just a toy."

The researcher also looked helpless, believing it was just a toy made from rare materials.

"Huh? There are words here! What are they???"

Qiangwei walked up to the glass jar and immediately noticed the strange, distorted writing.

"This should be a person's name, and it's from the island nation. Celebrities from the island nation like to sign their names on peculiar items. We analyzed it last night. Translated into Chinese, it's 'Nagano Hiroshi'. However, I haven't found any information about these three characters in the Deno Three system."

"Nagano Hiroshi? I've never heard of him!"

Qiangwei was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head. Although she didn't have a good impression of people from the island nation, she genuinely hadn't heard of him.