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Shi Jian's originally good mood was completely disturbed by inexplicable irritability, he lay on the bed and sighed deeply.

He had to admit that Vince's words before he left couldn't get rid of in his mind, and he jumped out from time to time to show his sense of existence, luring Shi Jian to think of his father.

His father had known for a long time that he was actually an S-level therapist, but he deliberately built that house that would almost ruin the other's career for a therapist, and he took the young him to live in it all the time.

why?

Shi Jian didn't doubt his father's love for him at all, and he wouldn't erase everything his father had done to him since he was a child just because he found out about it. It's a little hard to let go.

He knew that this must be a huge secret. His father was unwilling to tell him. Uncle Modi had disappeared whether he wanted to tell it or not. He was the only one left. What!

Feeling a little uncomfortable, he rolled over and sat up.

The night light reflected on the floor of the room through the window, bright and quiet, as if it could wash away all the troubles in the world.

Shi Jian got out of bed and stepped on the cold floor with bare feet, the low temperature made the somewhat confused guilt quickly return to reality.He slowly came to the window, leaned on the window frame and looked out.

To be honest, the night view in the camp of the military region is really not very beautiful.

As far as the eye can see, there are all kinds of training equipment and low rooms.Because of the soil quality of this planet, most of the houses here are built low to prevent accidents.

But now this low room provides Shi Jian with an unobstructed view.

The main color of the camp in the military area is earthy yellow, only the mecha battalion reflects the bright light, which has a very trendy feeling.

The mountains in the distance are hazy, this is probably the most beautiful scenery that can be seen in this camp, Shi Jian remembers the scenery seen during the day, the thick green vegetation mixed with the loess that was destroyed by various exercises, covering the ground On the mountainside, compared with that, the black shadow he saw now has a more hazy beauty.

It's amazing that these not-so-great scenery unexpectedly healed Shi Jian's heart, and his complicated mood gradually calmed down.

His father was also a soldier, but after he was born, he made a lot of compromises for himself.He volunteered to do drudgery jobs that many soldiers wouldn't do, just to spend some time with his children.

Shi Jian knew that his mother had an accident a long time ago, and he was a sensible child since he was a child, so he didn't bother his father too much because of this problem, and he always felt that although his father was the only one taking care of him, his life was a little bit different. No worse than other kids.

If the house his father built was the only thing he couldn't figure out, Jian had to admit at that time, in fact, looking back at his father's performance since he was a child, it was reasonable.

Because his father never mentioned anything about the therapist to him.

Thinking of this, Shi Jian, who was sitting on the edge of the window sill and looking into the distance, was stunned.

He has always projected his attention on why his father suppressed his ability as a therapist, so that he couldn't look at the problem as a whole, or he avoided recalling this incident, and didn't want to feel that uncomfortable feeling again.

Now calm down and think about it, but found something that I hadn't thought of before.

Father, never mentioned any therapist to him.

His father was a soldier, and the most important thing for a soldier was his therapist.In some famous families, each soldier will have an exclusive healer, and ordinary soldiers will also be in charge of the healer of the legion. Although it is not one-on-one, it is relatively fixed.

But his father never mentioned any relevant information to him, whether it was about Shi Jian's own abilities, or about the people his father had contacted in the army.

Shi Jian closed his eyes and recalled carefully. Before his father had an accident and he was taken back by the Shi family, he had never done a mental power test, let alone a time when he had suspected healing power.

How did his father know that he was spiritual?Even if he, the client, doesn't know anything about it?

A bold conjecture formed in Shi Jian's mind. He rested his chin in his hand. A night patrol machine flew by outside. He probably detected someone here. He flicked the lights towards Shi Jian twice. Don't close your eyes.

After discovering that it was a member of the Legion, the machine left.

Shi Jian's eyes still had some aftereffects from the direct light, and they turned white.He simply closed his eyes and thought.

In the darkness, he recalled something that he had almost ignored.

When he was still young, and his memory was not very clear, Uncle Modi seemed to have teased himself with an instrument related to measuring mental strength.

Although in the empire, only the mental power rating measured by the standard model instrument is recognized, there are still many folk instruments used to allow people to discover their talents when they are still young, one of which is very common. Small toy hammer.

The toy is made just like a normal toy, but when held for a moment, it changes color based on the energy waves it feels.But one is because the children who can play with this kind of toy are very young, and their mental strength is still very fragile, so it is not easy to be noticed; the other is because the workmanship of this thing is also a bit rough, so its results are usually not very accurate.

So everyone basically bought a gimmick, and let the children play with the idea that it would be nice if they encountered a surprise.

But Shi Jian couldn't hold the little toy for long, because his father discovered it.

His father quickly took away his toys and stuffed him with a children's book, took him aside to let Shi Jian read the book, then turned back and had a big fight with Modi.

Although Shi Jian was very obedient when he was a child, he was definitely not the kind of obtuse obedient baby who couldn't even feel the atmosphere.He ran to the door as soon as his father left, and secretly watched the whole process.

But he was so young at the time that he had forgotten all about the quarrel between his father and Uncle Maudie—their conversation was completely incomprehensible to him at that age.

But he remembered that this was the first time the two had quarreled in his memory.

So it still left a little childhood memory.

Now he was even more sure that his father had known that Shi Jian had a strong healing ability, but he had been avoiding and concealing it.

Shi Jian stared blankly at the moonlight in the distance, until the coldness coming from under his feet made him a little unbearable, then he retreated to the bed.

He turned on the optical computer, looked at the time period displayed on it that could only be called late at night, hesitated for a few seconds, and chose to send it.

"Do you know of any technology that can restore the chip's encryption?"

There is no reply for a long time.

Shi Jian tapped his head lightly: Are you stupid, no one will reply in the middle of the night, he should be glad that Navier is not awake, otherwise he may only receive loud complaints about harassment in the middle of the night.

But the sky failed, and he was glad that the other party hadn't seen him after taking a break, when his mind flashed—the reply came.

Shi Jian looked at the big clock on the screen, and the exclamation point artificially placed on the side, and lowered his head in shame.

"Sorry, I was too absorbed in things, I forgot the time all of a sudden, I'm bothering you, you should take a rest." He quickly apologized.

"I'm awake." Navier only replied four words, but Shi Jian felt the other party's deep helplessness and dumbfounding from it.

Now that Neville has said so, he naturally repeated the question just now.

"know."

"Can you teach me?"

"You want to trace your father's chip."

Naville didn't even put a question mark, he was confident enough in his own judgment.

Navier, who was sleepy late at night, didn't talk much. At this time, he was a bit like the image Shi Jian saw in the reports, calm and taciturn, but his words always hit the nail on the head.

"Yes." Shi Jian felt that there was nothing to hide about Naville.

He originally thought that this matter would not be hindered, but he did not expect that Naville fell into a long silence after his answer.After a long time, Shi Jian couldn't help wondering if the other party had fallen asleep again, and even wanted to go to sleep himself.

Naville finally responded: "It's late at night, go to bed first."

Shi Jian was a little puzzled. He didn't know whether the other party agreed or not. Just as he was about to ask, Navier added, "Think about this matter carefully."

...?

Shi Jian had a strange feeling in his heart.

With Naville's personality, saying this is actually a reminder to him: the shallow encryption of the chip has important content, and it is not suitable for Shi Jian to know.

Now Shi Jian was even more entangled. He had a premonition that what awaited him would be a big secret.

He struggled and even wanted to gnaw his fingers.

Do you want to ask Naville again, test the attitude of the other party to guess what is hidden in it?Shi Jian wrung his fingers and thought about it, but finally gave up.

Naville will definitely respect his choice, and the sentence just now is probably the kindest reminder from Naville.And when the final decision is made, the other party will definitely not use his thoughts to influence himself.

Shi Jian finally decided to follow Navier's advice, don't make important decisions late at night, and get some sleep first.

He woke up early the next day.

He woke up very early, but slept very peacefully.

Shi Jian, who woke up early, had already made a decision.

"I want to know," he said.

Naville seemed to have been waiting for his news from the optical brain all year round, and he responded quickly.

Shi Jian received an electronic message that looked like a real book. His father's name and soldier number were written on the light-colored title page.

He had seen this thing on his father's badge before, so he couldn't help reaching out and touching the screen lightly, but because the screen was a light screen, he couldn't touch anything.

But when I opened the first page, I was shocked by the content inside, unable to speak for a long time.

It was a report card of his father's pedigree.

It said that his father's physique was different from that of ordinary people. Although he was a soldier, he couldn't perfectly integrate with any healer and could only accept low-level matching treatment.

At first glance, this is nothing, but Shi Jian understands very well that a soldier and a therapist cannot be a perfect match, which means that his father—or the father he always thought he was—would never have a child of an S-level therapist.

They are not father and son.