"…I'm not sure, but he should be or else he wouldn't have designed the memory cells."
"Where is he?" Xinghe asked again.
Xia Meng shook her head. "This I really don't know; he left a long time ago leaving no messages where he was going."
"You know about Project Galaxy, right?"
Xia Meng nodded. "I do, you know about it, too, right?"
"That doesn't concern you. How much do you know about it?"
"I've told you everything I know. The only thing I can remember was that my father said he had to leave because of this Project Galaxy. He then left me those two things, telling me to keep good care of them and not hand them over to anyone."
This was similar to what Xinghe's mother told her when she left. It looked like Xia Meng really didn't know any more than that.
"Is there any way to find your father?"
