Since then, Su Yao found that she and her grandfather seemed to be far apart. This man who had lived for a century and a half seemed to have finally begun to

As he gets older, his steps are slowing down, his body is curving, and he has become polite even when talking to his neighbors.

Another year has passed.

On Su Yao's seventh birthday, her mother Li Yao asked someone to find another dog for Su Yao.

But this time, Su Yao no longer treated it as a treasure as he did in the past. He seemed to feel that he and the dog had seen each other clearly.

Dog loyalty is a way of survival twisted by the dual pressures of domestication and evolution.

As long as dogs have no worries about food and clothing, they probably won't choose to get close to humans. This seems surprising and chilling. But Su Yao thus drew a clear line between him, Arthur, and this dog. Humans domesticated dogs

There are many purposes, but it was obviously not for it to give spiritual comfort to humans at the beginning, but this does not mean that the reason why dogs are loyal now is just to gain the trust of their owners with peace of mind and to gain family from their owners.

and food.

It's like humans and the old gods.

It was clear that the flickering candlelight beside him, the shabby bench, and the stars outside the house were mostly depictions and were not real.

But Su Yao found that she could see farther.

Dogs and men, men and the old gods.

Can they be understood as the same concept?

Su Yao opened a very shabby notebook. This thing was found for Su Yao by her father's friend who spent a lot of effort. It is also one of the few complete records of the plague and famine decades ago.

Book.

The notepad was very small and had been soaked in water and blood, so the papers were twisted to varying degrees and were not clean and smooth.

Su Yao opened the notepad and took off the bookmark. What came into view was a photo recording a human tragedy. The woman in the photo died in a dilapidated house with three children in her arms. There were injuries on her legs, but

It's no longer important.

Turning to the next page, Su Yao saw another photo. There was only one person in the photo. He was standing on the ground full of corpses. The corpses were neatly stacked on the ground. Most of them were covered with white cloth, and there were just wounds near the heels.

The dug grave. This scene was so shocking that Su Yao couldn't eat for several days when she saw it for the first time.

There is only half of the photo, and the other half has been artificially torn off.

Su Yao asked the person who found the notepad if he knew where the missing photo of the other half had gone or what was on the photo, because he noticed that the man with his back to the photographer in the photo was looking up.

It was looking at the sky. As a result, the man only told Su Yao that he only got the notepad from a collector. For details, he might have to go to the collector to find out.

Su Yao was only seven years old at the time and would definitely not go on a casual journey. Even if he was rich and smart enough, such behavior was not allowed without a guardian. But he couldn't find that person.

The collector only accepted door-to-door visits, which made Su Yao very distressed.

Fortunately, Su Yao still remembered this incident twenty years later, so he took advantage of the college vacation to secretly visit the collector who was living in seclusion in Iceland.

Iceland, once a forgotten land, remains extremely lonely in the twenty-seventh century.

When Su Yao took the space shuttle to find the collector's private villa, the collector happened to be drinking tea in the garden, while his housekeeper was organizing people to move some of the moldy collections out of the collection room to dry.

The priceless paintings from hundreds of years ago have become so cheap in the hands of this collector.

Seeing the servant throwing things on the grass, Su Yao couldn't help but wonder, 'Could they all be fakes?'

I went to the backyard with doubts.

The collector, dressed like a circus clown, stood up with a smile and said, "Welcome, Mr. Su Yao, your arrival really makes our place shine."

Listening to the accent, Su Yao judged that the other party's ancestors should also be Chinese.

They were so enthusiastic, so Su Yao didn't want to be too arrogant, so she smiled and said, "Professor Zhou is so polite. It's my honor to come to you to broaden my horizons."

The two of them exchanged polite words, smiled at each other, and then sat down in the small pavilion in the garden.

Su Yao got straight to the point. He took out the notepad and handed it to collector Zhou Yidao, "Actually, I only have one main purpose for coming here, which is to find out who the owner of this notepad is and where half of the photos are missing."

Where, or what the photographer captured."

No one knows his exact age and how many years he has lived in this vast and lonely cold land. Solar system collector Zhou Yi did not pick up the notepad. His specially modified one can directly share data links with the Yaqiong core.

, and the relatively independent brain quickly gave a reply.

But there is a difference between thinking and speaking.

Zhou Yi could tell Su Yao the answer directly, but he didn't. He was not a philanthropist, let alone a persuasive teacher. He was a collector, a shrewd businessman, and by no means a kind-hearted person who would simply give.

So he didn't pick it up after seeing the notepad, because it was something someone else took from him in exchange for another collection of equal value, and it no longer belonged to him.

"Mr. Su Yao is here to ask these questions?"

Seeing that Zhou Yi didn't take the notepad, Su Yao didn't look confused or angry. He took back the notepad and nodded, "Yes, please tell me the owner of this notepad and what the missing photos are worth tearing up."

It’s worth going.”
Chapter completed!