"Chairman, what do you think can make a person change."

As usual, Wuchou sat on the chair with his hands in his arms, holding his head, looking at the chairman who was quietly making coffee.

"A sudden change, an idea, a moment, everything can change a person."

"But even if a person temporarily changes his mind, in the end, as long as this power cannot continue, the idea will eventually become the same."

Wuchou picked up the radio beside him, and bursts of classical music rang out. He lay comfortably on the chair, crossed his feet on the table.

"Originally, the most important thing that really drives a person's change is what the person has to achieve the purpose of this change, so that he can persevere."

"Like you, the chairman."

Wuchou glanced at the chairman who was walking over with coffee and smiled.

"What did you pay for your inner ideal?"

"everything."

~Minghai Detective Agency~

"What's this?"

The half-hard man was covered in paint that had been splashed on him. He just happened to want to buy breakfast. Unexpectedly, on the way back, a pigment bucket suddenly fell from the sky. The paint hit the ground in an instant. The interaction of forces made the paint come out, making me feel embarrassed.

"But it's strange. There are obviously no tall buildings nearby and no one is painting. Where did that paint bucket come from?"

The half-hard guy just finished dealing with these things and finally remembered something was wrong with this matter.

"I smelled the incident."

The partner walked out of the secret room and took his breakfast and saw a book about it.

"In fact, recently, many passers-by have been tricked by these mysterious pigment buckets near Fengdu. Not only you, but at least a dozen people in Fengdu have been attacked by these mysterious things."

While finishing their breakfast, my partner turned on the TV here and let the half-hard guy watch the news.

"Look, the news has been said."

"Oh, really."

However, it may be just some pranks, after all, it did not hurt anyone, and no one looked for him.

The half-hard guy didn't expect that someone came to him soon for this matter.

"The child is missing?"

"Yes, my child disappeared a few days ago, and the police have already been dispatched, but there are still no clues, so I came to find you."

The half-hard man asked the lady to investigate most of the clues and addresses. After the phone number, he followed the lady to their house to investigate.

"Yo, long time no see."

As soon as I arrived at the door of the client's house, I saw Bick collecting information here. It seemed that this investigation did not use much police because Bick was sent over.

"Oh, the weird guy from the chairman's house, what are you doing here? Are there any clues?"

Although Bick looked down on these ordinary humans, in order to add some entertainment to someone, Bick still gave him some information.

"This child likes painting very much, especially on the street. He was once warned about painting on the street. I think you will be interested in this information."

Street painting?

This is really a useful intelligence.

"Just, why?"

Just a simple painting, is it necessary to not even come back from home?

The half-hard guy couldn't understand, so he had to go and see a man who might also be involved in this matter.

"Is it you again?"

The half-hard guy walked in without knocking, but Wuchou and the chairman seemed to have known that he had come back and had prepared coffee long ago.

"Zuo Jun, you should know that we are just ordinary citizens, how can everything be related to us?"

"So, is it related to you this time the child's disappearance?"

Wuchou took a sip of coffee, stood up, walked to the bookcase beside him, and held a book.

"Zuo Jun, do you know?"

"Ideal is a good thing. How many people are willing to give everything for their ideals, including freedom, life, and others."

"What are you talking about this to me?"

Wuchou picked up a brush and looked at the half-hard man.

"Zuo Jun, what do you think I'm doing?"

"What, is it usury?"

“To some extent, that’s right.”

Wuchou took out a strange book and started reading it.

"I am here to realize my dreams. No matter what your dreams have, I will help you realize them. The only price is what you pay for."

The half-hard man didn't say anything, and continued to listen to Wuchou's words.

"The child you are looking for has indeed come to me. In order to realize his perfect dream, I decided to borrow something from me."

“What is it?”

Wuchou smiled and looked at the half-hard man.

"Keywords, disguise, I think this prompt is enough. Go and find your answer."

The half-hard guy left like this.

"Keywords, drawing, pigment, and disguise."

Sure enough, I got the most critical thing.

"The fantasy Gaia memory, strangely, this Gaia memory is not only not recorded in the known memory, but also in the second generation memory. What's going on?"

My friends were puzzled by this.

"This is normal. After all, that man is using the brand of realizing his dreams. No strange things are magical."

The half-hard guy quickly started looking for it based on the clues. It seemed that the child used so-called paint to hide himself on the street and kept painting, so he was not discovered. The paint buckets that appeared in the air fell off accidentally.

Next, just find where the other party is now.

"Wuchou, what are you thinking?"

It was raining heavily outside, Wuchou looked at the raindrops outside the window, holding a strange memory in his hand.

"What did you say?"

"What are you going to do with these things? Do you want to compete with other museums? After all, they are also considered our own organizations, and it is not what you need to do to prevent others from getting rich."

"No, I don't plan to prevent you from getting rich."

"I just want to try what the so-called earth memory can be made. It seems that everyone has different skills and the memory produced by everyone is different."

“And, there’s one thing you need to know.”

Wuchou looked at the chairman standing in front of him and said.

"Chess pieces must always be useful to be considered chess pieces. If they are useless, only abandonment and eradication will be left."

Thanks to the rain, the half-hard guy could see a different change. A strange place on the wall began to fade, and finally I found the hidden guy.

The matter was also resolved, and the half-hard man also destroyed the memory and retrieved the missing child. However, this time, the half-hard man began to doubt.

"Partners, do you think, the chairman, are enemies or friends?"
Chapter completed!