Hancock sat on the park bench in disappointment, and Moduoduo bought a golden arch without any intention to eat it, making a "click" sound.

"Do you eat it? Hancock." Moduoduo asked, no, Maria handed over a piece of chicken wings.

Hancock glanced at the fried chicken and shook his head.

Mo Duoduo stuffed it into his mouth with satisfaction, and while chewing, he said in a slight manner: "Aren't you hungry? If you have anything to eat, then talk about it."

"I saw you fighting with God on TV. It was so intense. Do you feel pain?"

"Are those aircraft carriers big? I haven't seen a real aircraft carrier yet?"

"Can you take me to fly again? I was scared just now."

Moduoduo talked about endless topics.

Hancock suddenly raised his head, took out his exclusive sunglasses from his pocket, and put them on Mo Duoduo's face.

"Shut your mouth!"

As he said that, he mentioned Mo Duoduo and flew up.

“Ahhhhhh…”

After screaming for a while, Mo Duoduo controlled his heartbeat to slow down and said in surprise: "This is flying, it's so fun."

"There are pigeons over there. Go there, I want to compete with the pigeons for who will fly faster."

"Hey, there are fish in the lake. I saw it. Come and take a look."

Mo Duoduo pointed around excitedly, directing Hancock to fly around.

Two hours later, it was almost dark, Hancock flew back to the city, landed in an alley, and said seriously: "Thank you for accompanying me to find the owner of the movie ticket today. Now you should go home."

Mo Duoduo's face, which was still very happy just now, immediately changed. He pouted and said irritably: "There is no one at home, and they don't go home to spend the night, so there is nothing fun when I go back."

"Hey, why don't you take me to your house? What's the house of Superman? Is it on the top of a mountain? Is it a big wind? Or is it on the beach in California?"

Hancock's eighty-year life experience suddenly made it clear that Moduoduo's parents are typical workaholics, working overtime in the company.

But it's not good to bring a minor to your own trailer.

As soon as Hancock landed, Moduoduo said disgustedly: "You live in an old trailer? It's too simple. Do you have no money?"

Hancock's face looked slightly embarrassed: "It's not that simple, at least it's quieter, no one found me."

"You are a superman who are afraid that others will quarrel with you, so you can do whatever you want?" Mo Duoduo said "unintentionally", and walked into the trailer with a large cup of drink in his hand.

Hancock was slightly stunned, shook his head and entered the trailer.

"What is this? Tennis Racket?"

"No, heat popcorn and tin foil packaging for easy heating."

"What is this? Little Bear Sticky Notes?"

"Uh, it looks cute, I just posted two of them on the refrigerator."

Mo Duoduo opened the refrigerator, flipped through and said, "Why don't you have Dores? Are there several boxes in my refrigerator?"

Hancock was a little confused and thought to himself that the child’s parents had their educational philosophy.

"Hey, there are so many photos, Paris, Turkey, Tokyo... I have heard of them all, but they have never taken me there. Why are there scenery on top of you? Where are the people?" Mo Duoduo "curiously" scattered around.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot, your wife ran away."

"Hey..." Hancock looked entangled. He felt that this child seemed a little bear, no different from those Xiaohuntan who pulled his schoolbag and scolded him as a bastard on the way after school, although he first slapped the marijuana in Xiaohuntan's hand.

Mo Duoduo turned on the computer and looked disgusted again: "What era is it? You still use the next generation system, I will install the latest one."

"Playing"...

After Moduoduo's operation, Hancock's master machine buzzed and a gorgeous new version of the operating interface appeared.

"Come on, let's do some serious business."

"What?" Hancock looked confused. Nowadays, students are so powerful. Not only are they familiar with each other, but they also don't treat themselves as outsiders when they are familiar.

"Look for your wife." Mo Duoduo looked at him and said, "I'll hack into the Miami government website and find you the death records of the past eighty years to see if you can find your wife."

"How could this be found?" Hancock really knows nothing about this high-tech, but he doesn't have a name, appearance, or even age to find someone who doesn't know his name?

"Of course, you can guess your wife's age based on your appearance, then narrow it down to the local town, and position it near the cinema that year. According to today's old lady's memories, you often watch movies and you can infer your basic living standards at that time..." Mo Duoduo said a lot of nonsense that sounded a little truth but was actually useless, which scared Hancock.

Then, the old man started running hard, and Moduoduo hacked a large list from the Miami government website, using various "exclusion conditions" she mentioned.

Finally, there are twelve female names left.

"What should I do next?" Hancock asked strangely, "Aren't everyone on the death list dead?"

Mo Duoduo shook his head: "Of course not. The death time of these twelve people is very close to your amnesia time, but four of them have strange causes of death. I have a set of hacking software programmed by myself that can break through the database of my colleagues. There are many people in Miami who have applied for fake certificates. I'm looking for any possibility that these four dead people will change their identities and live again."

Hancock was confused again. Is technology so powerful now? It doesn't make sense.

Of course, technology is not that powerful. It is a fantasy that Mo Duoduo sat in front of a computer and pressed a few buttons to find out the person involved in the fake certificate eighty years ago.

But who made Saeko's script design this way? Anyway, she inquired about the news from Mary inadvertently. Even if it is wrong, it doesn't matter. Just fool Hancock into place.

"Why do you know these things?" Hancock finally looked at Mo Duoduo with some suspicion.

"Hmph, what's this? Do you think girls who collect old movie tickets can't understand computers? I'm famous in the hacking world. I'm the top five "Queen of Flame" in the world. I'm going to be. I'll give me another three years, and the firewall of the Pentagon is also a little bit." Mo Duoduo said braggingly without drafting.

Strictly speaking, this is not a brag. Cybertron's technological level is still ahead of the earth for many years.

Half a night passed, and Mo Duoduo suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the name and address on the screen.

"What's wrong, is there any problem?" Hancock asked nervously.

"She is my uncle's neighbor." Mo Duoduo pointed to the address on the computer and said, "My uncle's villa is just one house number."

"Your uncle lives in a villa?" Hancock looked at the address of the high-end villa in this wealthy area.
Chapter completed!