A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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Then Commander-in-Chief Qi went downstairs and pushed open the bedroom door on the first floor.

The bed was neatly folded with blankets and pillows, and there was a baby safety railing, a small round pillow, and several toys next to the bed. There was also a baby safety rug around the bed.

The room wasn't particularly big; it contained a sofa and a desk.

There was an open notebook on the table, recording various income and expenses.

It's handwritten, and you can tell the handwriting is a bit frantic. You can imagine that the writer must have been hunched over a table, scratching their head in frustration as they wrote, sighing all the while.

The handwriting is still very fresh, but now the pen marks have faded, and the paper is yellowed and curled.

There's a baby bottle on the corner of the table. The child must be very naughty, and their newly grown teeth are quite sharp, as the silicone nipple of the bottle has been chewed into uneven pieces.

A thin layer of dried milk residue remained at the bottom of the cup, leaving only a yellowish circular mark.

Gao Xing is probably living in this room with her child.

The child is old enough to run now, and probably has almost all his teeth, but still needs a bottle of milk twice a day, morning and night. He probably doesn't need to be fed by adults anymore; he drinks it all by himself. Every night he sleeps with Gao Xing, falling asleep peacefully in his arms.

High-ranking positions don't earn much.

Raising children is expensive.

I'm overwhelmed by all the income and expenses.

But I never even thought of contacting him.

Deprive him of all his right to know.

A dusty photo frame lay askew under the bedside table. Commander-in-Chief Qi bent down and picked it up.

In the photo, Gao Xing and the omega girl are holding a tiny baby together, both with big smiles on their faces, their young faces radiating vitality in the image.

Commander-in-Chief Qi gently brushed his fingertips across the surface of the photograph, carefully wiping away the years-old dust, as if afraid of disturbing this frozen image.

His fingertips paused on Gao Xing's cheek in the photo.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Bad guy Gao Xing.

The fingers froze on it.

His knuckles turned bluish-white from exertion, and the stiff shoulder line of his military uniform was taut and straight, like a silent monument.

He suddenly choked up.

Heavy breathing rose and fell in the empty, abandoned house.

"High Star".

He called out to Gao Xing.

The sound was low and hoarse, like the last drop of water barely emerging from a dried-up riverbed, gently dripping onto this abandoned house completely forgotten by time.

There was no answer, no echo, only the rustling of wild grass outside the window in the wind.

He suddenly looked out the window, but there was nothing there, only the silent air responding in silence.

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The wardrobe was filled with Gao Xing's clothes. There weren't many clothes; most were military uniforms and dress uniforms, with only a few casual clothes scattered around.

The training uniform, faded and white with time, hung on the outside clothes rack. The right shoulder insignia, as a keepsake and proof of sacrifice, had been removed by the military.

Beside the bed is a cute little wardrobe. When you open it, you'll find lots of children's clothes, about the size of two or three-year-olds, with wide bodies and thin sleeves, like a little turtle's shell.

A child's wrist is only as thick as two adult fingers.

Commander-in-Chief Qi swallowed hard and carefully touched the small clothes.

It's soft to the touch, and made with the best materials.

Raising children must be very expensive, right?

Bad guy Gao Xing.

The bathroom mirror was covered with calcified water droplets, and there was a square footstool under the sink for children who couldn't reach the sink to stand on while washing up.

In the cabinet behind the mirror, two toothbrushes, one large and one small, and a mouthwash cup, placed side by side, are covered with cobwebs.

Every morning, Gao Xing helps the tiny little boy get up, get dressed, and then the two of them wash up here.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, and dry yourself with a towel. Great, a pleasant day begins.

Without his participation, this is a landscape he would never have seen.

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This house has a basement.

The staircase descends, its wooden planks rotten, each step producing a hollow echo, as if it might break under the weight at any moment.

The basement door hung askew and had lost its ability to close.

This place has been soaked in water.

When Satellite 78 had just been removed, the planet was full of water vapor. The artificial atmosphere lost its artificial regulation, resulting in erratic precipitation and a long period of heavy rain.

The air in the storage room was stagnant, a mixture of moldy paper, rotten wood, and dampness from deep within the soil. Even after so many years, the smell was still very strong and unpleasant.

Light struggled to squeeze in from the stairwell, illuminating the suspended dust particles.

In the corner, some unused furniture was piled up, and there were some old cardboard boxes on the table and cabinet. The boxes were tied with cable ties, but the boxes had been soaked in moisture and softened and deformed. After so many years, the color had faded to a blurry grayish-yellow, and they were about to crumble into dust.

Commander-in-Chief Qi bent down, brushed away the thick layer of dust from the top cardboard box, and lifted the lid, which had long since lost its resilience.

There were no valuables or important documents inside, only some books soaked in the test of time.

It was moldy, but still recognizable. It was a mess: textbooks from the basic education college, extracurricular reading books, test papers, and notebooks full of homework—all sorts of things.

The name on it is Gao Xing.

His handwriting is unruly, with straight lines and sharp angles, showing great character.

Commander-in-Chief Qi couldn't help but smile again.

Why do you keep all this junk?

They even kept the test papers. Shouldn't ordinary students tear up their test papers with gritted teeth after finishing school? They even kept the full notebooks of homework. What's the point of keeping these things?

Does Gao Xing have OCD? Like a hamster, she has to bring everything back to her burrow to keep.

Commander-in-Chief Qi laughed for a while, then stopped laughing.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at the things that Gao Xing had carefully preserved.

He's like a hamster, he wants to keep everything, so why throw him away?

Why keep all this trash? Why not take it? What gives you the right?

Does he even have a brain?

Sand sculpture.

Commander-in-Chief Qi closed the cardboard box.

He took a step to the side, wanting to look at other things. His military boots made a sickeningly sharp cracking sound on the rotten wooden floor, and suddenly his foot slipped.

The floorboards broke.

The basement floor wasn't made of high-quality material; it wasn't solid wood, but MDF (medium-density fiberboard) made from pressed wood chips. After being soaked in water and left for eighteen years, the MDF was as brittle as a biscuit.

Fortunately, he reacted very quickly, bracing himself against the relatively stable table next to him with one hand to steady himself, and quickly pulled out his other foot that was stuck in the hole.

The jagged splinters at the edge of the hole scraped against my trouser leg, making a soft cracking sound, and more wood chips fell down.

A deep, dark hole appeared in the floor.

Commander-in-Chief Qi frowned slightly as he looked at the dark, gaping crack.

He crouched down, brushing away the broken wood splinters and thick layer of dust. He knocked open the rotten part, revealing an even larger crack.

There is space under the floor.

Commander-in-Chief Qi quickly stood up and carefully moved the heavy cardboard boxes around him.

Beneath the cardboard box, on the floor covered with a thick layer of mortar, he touched the slightly uneven outline of the floor. Wiping away the mortar, he found an extremely fine crack, outlining a perfect rectangular shape.

It is a door.

A door, carefully hidden deep beneath the storage room floor.

He didn't know how to open it, but fortunately there was already a crack. Commander-in-Chief Qi grabbed the edge of the crack in the floor and lifted it up with force, revealing a wooden board about two meters square that fit perfectly with the surrounding floor and was extremely well hidden.

The basement floor is hollow underneath, and there are stairs extending downwards.

This is definitely not the foundation structure of an ordinary residential basement.