This image comes from a low-definition Skynet camera placed on the side of a municipal highway.

According to the information bar in the video corner, the camera is an old model from many years ago, and it will not be repaired and replaced directly once it fails.

Something was wrong with its bracket, no longer aimed at the intersection like the usual Skynet, but instead tilted downward, mostly at the ground and fields.

Because of the low angle, the camera has a small viewing range, and it has even been reduced in the Skynet policing system.

After a while, the next centralized replacement will take it off and replace it with a new model.

There are too many monitoring in the province, and the second step of pixel filling in major sub-cities still needs to be run in the newly built large servers in the Shuchuan Skynet Center, which has not been popularized to counties and cities across the province.

The server computing power is seriously insufficient, and a slightly faulty camera like this downgraded camera has been skipped in the second step, although it shows abnormality in the first step of low-pixel positioning.

Although there is a manual investigation between the first and second steps, no matter how careful and careful the police officers are, it is impossible to exhaust all the details, let alone a small picture that flashed briefly four days ago.

Shen Chongneng happened to find an abnormality, on the one hand, he has a strong memory, he sweeps quickly and more, and on the other hand, there is also some luck.

In the picture, a very ghostly black shadow flickered by the edge of the ridge, and appeared for less than two seconds in total.

The speed of this thing is not particularly fast, and it is no different from ordinary dogs, and in the case of low pixels and low brightness, it is easy to be mistaken for a black dog.

At the beginning, Shen Chong also made a mistake in judgment in the blink of an eye, but fortunately he had a high error tolerance, and when he went around a big circle, he suddenly grabbed this picture out of his mind again, and found the problem when he re-examined it.

This shadow is not a black dog, because it has no legs at all!

The scattered branches in its path affected the human eye's judgment and were mistaken for its feet.

It is much longer than a dog and has an uncoordinated body proportion.

It's just that at first, Shen Chong subconsciously thought it was a drag of a low-pixel camera, but after he transferred the video to his computer and filled it with pixels with a notebook, he found the problem.

The pixel-filled video looks much clearer, and this is a monster about thirty or forty centimeters wide and more than two meters long.

Although the athletic ability of this thing was far from exceeding, Shen Chong couldn't figure out what it was even if he wanted to break his brain.

Snake?

That's too thick and too short.

Crocodile or lizard?

What about feet!

A man who wraps himself in fritters and then rubs his face against Tian Chong at great speed?

Shen Chong said that he did not believe that there was such a mentally retarded snakeskin demon in the world.

Over there, Xinxin was still happily painting under the guidance of Feng Chuixue, and Shen Chong took the initiative to apply through the Demon Slaying Information System, requesting to consult the headless unsolved case files in Lile County in the past two years.

The super intuition derived from the invincible memory told him that there must be something strange behind this dark shadow.

I've got to check!

Huaguo has a large land and a large population, and a small county such as Lexian County also has hundreds of thousands of people, tens of thousands of normal and unnatural deaths and thousands of missing people every year.

It is impossible for local police departments to recover all the missing persons even with their best efforts, and it takes a lot of manpower and material resources to organize and classify files.

Fortunately, now that information technology is popular, if it was before, just turning over a file could make people collapse on the spot, not to mention that the workload of the police department is far more than that.

Shen Chong first checked all the files of unnatural deaths, eliminated all the suspicions, and then turned his energy to the thousands of missing files, scanning and browsing at an average rate of one every ten seconds.

This time, the things he wanted to check were too broad, and he couldn't summarize the clear screening conditions, so he could only rely on naked eye observation and brain memory.

Fortunately, the dossiers of the police system are concise and clear, and he only needs to pick out a few key words each time to put the whole case in his mind.

By five o'clock in the afternoon, he had already scanned nearly 600 files at an outrageous speed.

The long march seems to be only a fraction of a point, but his next steps can be greatly streamlined.

A case two years ago caught his attention, and he was able to set up search conditions and write scripts according to the key points of the case.

This is a case of missing children, a second-grade student in Zhongxing Township Primary School in Yule County, an eight-year-old child suddenly disappeared on the way out of school.

The scene of the crime was on the edge of the paddy field, leaving a small number of traces of struggle.

At that time, there were eyewitnesses from afar who noticed that the situation was not good, and rushed towards this direction with sticks.

As a result, when he rushed closer, there was nothing left, only shredded clothes and the little boy's schoolbag on the ground.

His eyewitness testimony mentioned that the incident occurred during the autumn harvest, and the rice in the field was rising so strongly that he could only see the child kicking and beating with his head down, and sometimes he could see a black shadow running up.

It was supposed to be a black dog, and the dog was fierce and had shiny fur.

He thought he could save the child, but he didn't expect that the child and the "black dog" would disappear out of thin air, and they didn't know where they went, and there was no trace of the rice being crushed.

Although this case happened two years ago, the description of the black shadow in it made him instantly get goosebumps all over his body, like electricity.

More than 90% of this black shadow is probably the same thing as the black shadow that flashed in the screen four days ago!

Since it will actively attack people and cause people to go missing, it is not a youkai but also a psyker.

This thing has been out there for two years, and it has lasted longer than the gecko people.

Damn, everyone in the demon slashing is eating Xiang?

He went to the demon slaying system to check the information, wanting to see the movements of the warhead and determine whether the demon slayer paid attention to this case.

Damn, I can't find it, saying that non-staff personnel can't check the mission records of the members of the warhead.

He was about to get up and find a corner to call Brother Biao, but Xinxin was already shouting excitedly, "Dad! I'm done! ”

Shen Chong's mind was stunned, and he hurriedly walked to Xinxin's side, and said happily: "Now, can you let Dad take a look at the surprise?" ”

Xinxin nodded heavily, "Of course you can!" Teacher Feng praised me for drawing well! ”

Shen Chong looked at Feng Fuxue again, but found that she was embarrassed, and she was actually dodging her eyes.

He secretly shouted in his heart, what did Xinxin draw?

Two seconds later he understood.

Shin Shin stood up and flipped the drawing board to him, "Dang dang dang!" Dad, do you see how well I draw? ”

Looking at the colorful picture in front of him, Shen Chongzhen didn't know how to describe his mood.

It's quite complicated and hard to understand, and I can't complain.

Sister Feng said to let Xinxin play freely and gallop her imagination, and I also agree and agree.

But can't you guide it well?

How can you let your child draw Qingming Worship Ancestors?

Are you being funny?

Stared at by Shen Chong's scorching eyes with a little anger, Feng Chuixue's head hung down.

What can she do, she is also desperate!

At the beginning, Xinxin first painted Shen Chong, and Feng Chuixue thought it was a very ordinary portrait of his father.

According to the composition of Xinxin's pen, there is also a large area of white space, and she should also draw her mother and herself.

Then, Shin Shin really drew her mother and herself.

Feng Chuixue also thinks that this is the most enjoyable picture of a family of three that children draw, although it is a little lacking in novelty, but it is barely acceptable.

With her own guidance and color grading, she will definitely be able to draw more beautifully than before.

Feng Meizi was thinking so, and Xinxin continued to add characters to the picture.

She drew two more people behind her mother's back, and introduced them to Teacher Fuyuki, this is my grandparents, and every year in March and April, my mother and I will go back to my grandparents' house and hang out with them.

Feng Chuixue secretly praised it, and it was not easy to think of drawing her grandparents with her own composition.

After painting her grandparents, Xinxin drew new characters behind Shen Chong.

Xinxin said, this is my grandparents.

Daddy's dad is grandpa, daddy's mom is grandma!

Feng Chuixue didn't know that she hadn't seen her grandparents, but she could see some of Shen Chong's own taste from the eyebrows of Shen Chong's parents in her pen, which was very powerful.

Shin Shin's sketching skills and spirituality are quite amazing.

After painting these seven figures, she actually dotted more small and large figures around her.

There are long shots and close shots, and although the proportions of the characters in the paintings are not too accurate, they can already reflect the layering of the near and far shots.

She painted the eyebrows, eyes and facial features of the characters in the close-up scene in the same detail, and she also wanted to try the long-range characters, but the characters were too small to write.

Feng Fuxue taught her to use an extra-fine pencil to simply point out her eyes and mouth.

"This is my older sibling, younger sibling......"

Xinxin pointed to the group of children in the close-up and said.

She pointed to the crowd in the distance and said, "This is my uncle, this is the eldest uncle, the second uncle, and the eldest aunt, the second aunt, the aunt, the uncle, the uncle, ......."

After speaking, Shin Shin sketched the mountains on the outside of the A3 paper.

Feng Chuixue was amazed at that time.

Although the composition is a little incongruous, and there is too much white space between the characters and the mountains, it is not easy to draw the scene of a large family's spring outing.

But why is there only one from my mother's side among the elders of the second generation, and there are no aunts and aunts from my father's side?

There are only cousins and no cousins in the same generation.

Suddenly, at about four o'clock in the afternoon, Xinxin began to add dirt bags and rectangles to the blank space that Feng Chuixue thought was a mistake, and Feng Meizi noticed that something was wrong.

This......

These are graves and tombstones!

What she painted is not a spring outing, but a Qingming ancestor worship!

She was almost fainting at that time, and she wanted to call Shen Chong over, but she saw Shen Chong staring at the computer and staring at it with all her attention, so it was inconvenient to disturb.

She tried to make Xinxin change her mind, but she never thought that this child actually said that he would go there at this time of year, which was very fun, and he really wanted his father to go with him this year.

Sister Feng was speechless.

Gotta break the jar.

I hope Mr. Shen won't be too angry, he can pay more attention to Shin Shin's exquisite thinking in composition and character portrayal, as well as beautiful color perception.

It's a pity, obviously Shen Chong was angry at this time, Feng Chuixue squeezed his hands stiffly, he didn't expect to mess up in the first class, and got up nervously, "Mr. Shen, right...... I'm sorry. ”

Shen Chong took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

He sensed Feng Chuixue's nervousness, and realized that his emotions were not quite right, probably due to the influence of reading so many files before, and there were too many negative emotions.

He waved his hand and smiled reluctantly, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Xinxin keenly noticed that Shen Chong didn't seem to be very happy, and her mood quickly fell, "Dad, that ...... Is Shin Shin's painting bad? Sorry dad......"

Shen Chong hurriedly squatted down, hugged her to look at the painting together, and scratched her little nose with a smile, "No, Xinxin painted very well, very beautiful." ”

Xinxin immediately became happy again, pointing to the two old men behind Shen Chong, "Dad, this is the grandparents I painted, but I haven't seen them, I don't look like them!" ”

Shen Chong's nose instantly became sour.

Good daughter, Dad hasn't really seen your grandparents.

"Like, very like!"

That's all he could reply.

"Ah! I made it! This time I was very obedient, and instead of just drawing my parents, I also drew a lot of people. This is my grandparents...... We ...... this time of year"

Listening to the baby daughter chattering in her arms about the memories of the Qingming ancestor worship in her little head that should have faded away, but were inexplicably very profound, Shen Chong didn't know what it was like.

She likes to be lively, but she usually lives in Shudu with Lao Lin, and is not with her brothers and sisters in Jingping.

Every year, the children can gather together two or three times, and one of them is to worship their ancestors during the Qingming Festival.

The child did not have a clear concept of ancestor worship, thinking that it was a group activity like a spring outing, but she liked it tightly, so she painted such a picture.

You can't blame Xinxin, and you can't blame Feng Blowing Snow.

After straightening out his mentality, when Shen Chong looked at this painting again, he really noticed the power of it as Feng Chuixue expected.

"Teacher Fuyuki, can you give me a review?"

Seeing that he took the initiative to open the conversation, Feng Chuixue knew that he had figured it out, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down next to him, and praised first: "Xinxin is really powerful, let's start with the idea she just put pen to paper......"

For a long time, Xinxin may have been a little tired, but she fell asleep in Shen Chong's arms.

Shen Chong was blown into the sky by Feng Blowing Xue and praising Xinxin's words, "Xinxin's talent is really so powerful? ”

"Well, it's much better than me! I couldn't have imagined a five-year-old being at this level. ”

"What about you compared to you?"

Feng Chuixue thought about it this time, "If she has always been interested in art and persistently studying, she may not be able to surpass me." I kid you not. ”

Now Shen Chong had to be shocked, Feng Chuixue is a player who has already exploded in talent and continues to explode, can Xinxin actually compare?

"Anyway, thank you Teacher Fuxue today, I misunderstood you just now, and I apologize to you."

"It's okay, it's okay, you understand, then I'll go first?"

"Okay, stay safe on the road."

"Eun."

After Feng Fuxue left, Shen Chong carried Xinxin upstairs and let her sleep on the bed.

Jiang Yu quickly returned, and Shen Chong said hello to Wu's mother and left first.

Today, he took the painting that Xinxin drew with him.

As he walked along the road, he remembered what Xinxin had asked him earlier.

"Dad, can you go back with me and Mommy? Shall we go hiking together? ”

"Not this year."

"Huh? But you've never been there, Dad. ”

"Daddy has other things to do this year."

"Then you must go."

"Okay, I promise you."

"What are you going to do, Dad?"

"This year, I'm going to see my grandparents."

"Huh? Then I won't go back with my mother, and I will also see my grandparents! ”

"Wait for Xinxin to grow up a little more, okay?"

"Okay...... Alas......"

He clenched the Qingming Ancestor Sacrifice Map in his hand, and secretly thought, no matter whether there was an accident in Lexian or not, it was time for him to go back to his hometown.

For those people and things that were suddenly mentioned by Shin Shin, it is clear that his memory is so strong that there are signs of faintly dissipating in the depths of his memory.

It's not forgotten, it's hidden in a corner, and they don't jump out of it spontaneously unless they actively recall it.

But this is the past of the predecessor, and now I have to grasp the present, so that I can have a future, and Shin Shin is my own future.

But I can't completely abandon the past.

Without the past me, there would be no present and future me.

The past of my predecessor is also my past.

Only then can I be considered a complete life.

If it weren't for Shin Shin, he would still think of himself as duckweed.

Now he wants to find another root of himself, so as not to live in a hole, and to make up for the regret that he can never find again, and will be lost forever.

Even if there are only two graves.