I?

On business trip?

Why don’t I know I have another home here?

Lake felt a irritable heart and asked Agnes, "Then do you know what Mrs. Edwin's name is?"

Agnes laughed: "Mr. Edwin, don't you joke with me. Don't you know the name of your own wife? Are you okay?"

Lake: "…"

God, my wife.

I'm unmarried...

wrong.

I've been divorced once, okay?

Lake looked at the concerned eyes of the enthusiastic neighbor, was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, too lazy to say anything nonsense to her, and walked straight towards the door of the house.

Could it be that my information was obtained by some black agent, and then, the magical Mrs. Edwin bought this information and used it to immigrate to the federal government to obtain legal residence?

Lake thought in his heart.

After all, this is not impossible. It has been a day or two for the black agent to work in this industry. Lake remembers that it seems that a few years ago, when he was in the New York Police Department, an officer suddenly discovered that he had been married in Las Vegas for no reason.

Fortunately, the police station was very capable at that time and investigated the matter.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Lake raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while.

Lake looked at the door of the room without any movement, raised an eyebrow, and held the handle with his right hand.

Bang!

Lake pushed the door straight in.

The interior of the house was clean and Lake looked around and walked to the living room, his eyes fell on a bottle of Thunder Bourbon on the bar.

Lake likes to drink Bourbon, but even Skye doesn't know that his favorite is the taste of Thunder Bourbon.

coincide?

Lake walked over and his eyes fell on a note that Bourbon was pressing.

"Don't ask, don't say, you'll know!"

“…”

I know it's barren.

Lake twitched his eyelids, looked at the handwriting on the paper, and quickly searched for the same and similar notes in his memory, but found nothing.

Second floor.

Lake pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom that should be the children's room. After a few glances, he turned around, brought the door of the children's room and walked into the master bedroom.

Enjoy the eyes.

It's a very eye-catching photo.

The woman above should be around twenty-nine years old, with long red brown hair, wearing an ordinary red jacket, and holding the girl next to her who looked cute with soft blonde hair.

Lake frowned.

The woman in the hanging painting is very beautiful, and it is undeniable.

but……

Lake had no impression.

After a while.

With an album in his hand, Lake walked down from the second floor, walked to the bar of the house, found a wine glass from the wine cabinet, then opened the Thunderboben that seemed to be specially prepared for him, smelled it, and poured himself a glass.

This is Heber's growth diary.

After taking a sip of Bobble, Lake's eyes fell on the album he brought down. After glanced at the note that was also left on it, he took it off, compared it with the handwriting of the note before, and opened the album.

Lots of photos.

seem……

It started recording from the moment Heber just spoke, ten days, one month, one year, two years old, three years old, four years old... until he was thirteen years old, this album perfectly recorded many moments.

but……

Lake reached out and opened and took out a photo.

A ray of crimson seemed to spread out after sensing someone touched it.

Lake closed his eyes slightly.

In the moment in my mind, immersive pictures were quickly uploaded in his memory library. The picture was very clear, as if Lake was immersively witnessing the growth experience of the name Heber in the album.

Lake opened his eyes and frowned.

quite a while.

Lake shook his head and was about to close the album, a photo fell out of the mezzanine.

Pick it up.

Lake raised an eyebrow.

This is his photo.

only……

Lake looked at the photo of him sleeping and raised his eyebrows because the background on the photo was not the Star Building, and even, too, was not in any memory of Lake.

What's going on?

Lake looked up at the ceiling, then his eyes fell on the Thunderbolt Bourbon next to him, seriously wondering if there was a large dose of psychedelic drugs in it, otherwise many problems would not be explained.

Ding Ding Ding!

Lake took out his cell phone.

"Red Queen."

"I checked the photos."

The voice of the Red Queen appeared on the phone: "There is no match, at least, no match was found in the global database."

Lake asked, "Where is the girl's paper?"

"Herber Edwin was born on January 1, 1992, and as for the rest, there is no more, only a photo of the Customs Immigration Department."

Lake frowned: "Does the minor enter the country without her guardian's information?"

Honghou shook his head: "Sorry, I didn't find it. Moreover, I checked the surveillance on the day of the Customs Administration's entry, and there was no discovery. However, I have investigated the surveillance of this community and found that it may be related to this. Do you have a computer?"

"Is the phone not good?"

"The pixels monitored are too bad, and I can't optimize them as much as possible."

"etc."

Lake suddenly rang out, as if he saw a computer in the master bedroom on the second floor. He took two steps at a time and appeared directly in the master bedroom. When he saw the computer over there, he opened it directly.

only……

Lake pulled the corner of his mouth: "Password."

Honghou said: "Is there any internet connection?"

Lake walked back and looked at the connected network cable. When he was about to speak, the password input on the computer screen had disappeared.

With a whoosh.

Honghou projected onto the computer screen in front of him: "Okay, I'm in, I'll take the surveillance camera."

Lake said: "What's the password?"

Queen Hong made a gesture of waiting, and in the blink of an eye, "Wanda."

"……What?"

Lake blinked, as if he felt like he was having auditory hallucinations: "What was the password you just said?"

The queen of red said again: "Wanda."

Lake: "…"

Wanda?

Sokovia.

Lake stood up and looked at the woman in the painting hanging on the wall again.
To be continued...