Chapter 238 Chapter 238 Honest Dad 2

The sheriff tried to argue, but Yang Fan, who had remained silent, said, "Thank you. We'll go by ourselves."

The sheriff glanced cautiously behind her. The director and his colleagues were all nervously watching the situation unfold. The director nodded at her. Even if they objected, there was nothing they could do. They couldn't defeat Yang Fan, and Zhuozhuo had gone with him voluntarily. Furthermore, the man and the ghost seemed to have a certain rapport. Zhuozhuo could even be exposed to Yang Fan's ghostly aura without any harm.

The sheriff could see the situation clearly and said with all his might, "Zhuozhuo, if you need anything, just call. Do you even know the station's landline number?"

Zhuozhuo nodded. In the afternoon, she was taught by her brothers and sisters in turn, and she could almost recite it by heart. She immediately recited the landline number fluently.

The sheriff praised, "The baby is really smart."

"Hehe." Zhuozhuo looked at the ghost with anticipation.

Yang Fan: "Baby is really... amazing."

It's like a dull and honest man is so obsessed with his beloved daughter that he has to imitate other people's "sweet words".

The onlookers all had a strange feeling in their hearts at this moment, as if the kind and easy-to-bully honest man in his previous life had come back again, but no one dared to bet on the possibility of his self-healing.

However, they couldn't just let the evil spirit Yang Fan take Zhuo Zhuo to stay at the hotel without taking any measures. The sheriffs quickly took action, reporting for the hotel's management, replacing all staff, dispatching armed forces, hiring a master to station a guard nearby, and evacuating the residents within a five-kilometer radius.

Zhuozhuo was once again swept away by the ghostly aura to change maps. In the blink of an eye, she appeared in a hotel room with a king-size bed. She excitedly explored the surroundings, kicked off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed, leaving a mark on the pristine white sheets. The little girl was completely oblivious, patting the seat next to her and enthusiastically inviting, "Daddy Yangfan, sit here."

The ghost energy remained motionless.

Zhuozhuo jumped off the bed, hugged Guiqi, sat on the floor, touched and pinched him, and asked curiously: "Dad Yang Fan, why do you look like this? You are different from others."

9972:[……]

It breaks my heart, baby. In many supernatural stories, it is pointed out that when a ghost dies, it will go crazy and kill people!

Yang Fan didn't react in particular, and said calmly, "Because I'm dead. I'm dead, and others are alive. The dead are different from the living."

Zhuozhuo looked innocent and asked, "How did you die?"

9972 was startled and was ready to pull Zhuo Zhuo out of the small world when Yang Fan went berserk.

Yang Fan did not share the process of his death.

Zhuozhuo continued, "Zhuozhuo wants to die like Yang Fan's father too. I want to become like Yang Fan's father. Cool!"

Yang Fan said, "You can't."

How could he chop so many people and then himself if he couldn’t even lift a knife?

Zhuozhuo pinched his ghost spirit unhappily, raised his little head and said, "Zhuozhuo, all right. Zhuozhuo will become a ghost even more powerful than Yang Fan's father. Much more powerful—"

Yang Fan said calmly: "Oh, good luck."

Zhuozhuo tilted her head. She couldn't describe Yang Fan's tone, but she felt like he wasn't genuinely encouraging her, that his words weren't genuine. The little one snorted and ran to play in front of the TV. Somehow, through a flurry of buttons, she accidentally turned on the TV. The previous tenant was watching a horror movie, and the room suddenly resounded with terrifying screams and creepy music.

Zhuozhuo stared at the TV screen with wide eyes like a frightened kitten. Amidst the eerie and terrifying music, he saw a ghost coming in through the crack in the door.

“Ah! Wuuwuwuwu…”

A duet of screams echoed from inside and outside the screen. Zhuozhuo twisted around, rolled and crawled, crying and throwing himself into the ghostly aura to hide himself. Pointing at the TV, he said pitifully, "Dad, there's a ghost. I'm scared."

The real evil ghost Yang Fan: "..."

He turned off the TV.

Zhuozhuo stretched his head to look, but he was not satisfied again. "Zhuozhuo wants to see more, where did the ghost go?"

Yang Fan turned on the TV again.

Zhuozhuo poked out his two eyes from the ghostly aura and looked, but before he had even looked for a minute, he was frightened by the bloody death scene and shrank back again with a whimper.

Yang Fan turned off the TV again, but Zhuozhuo, once she'd recovered, wanted to watch more. Since Zhuozhuo's obsession with watching TV hadn't made her fuss, Yang Fan calmed down and played along. After seven or eight times, Yang Fan figured out that Zhuozhuo wasn't afraid of the ghosts and dead on TV; she was afraid of the background music that created the atmosphere, so he turned down the volume.

Zhuozhuo was no longer afraid. His round eyes were bright and clear, and he leaned out halfway to watch the TV. Unfortunately, without the background music, this third-rate horror film was really uninteresting, and Zhuozhuo quickly lost interest. After inspecting the room again, Zhuozhuo ran to the door, wanting to go out and take a look.

"Zhuozhuo, wait a moment before going out."

"Why?"

"There's someone outside."

Zhuozhuo didn't understand why she couldn't go out when there were people outside. The people standing at their door vaguely heard this and immediately became nervous. They gestured to the passengers to speed up the evacuation, while they prepared to face the wrath of ghosts and gods.

Seeing that Zhuozhuo wanted to run out even more, Yang Fan explained, "People outside will be very troublesome when they see you. They will pester you and ask for your help."

Whether he was a human or a ghost, he was always a lone ranger. Zhuozhuo was the first person to appear beside him, a three-year-old child who looked easy to fool and control. Whether they wanted to kill him or use him, they would definitely not let her go.

Zhuozhuo didn't understand, but she wasn't the kind of kid who would do something even if told not to. She stayed inside, hunched over the TV, fiddling with the remote until she found a cartoon to watch. The door seemed to open and close once, but Zhuozhuo, completely absorbed in her thoughts, didn't turn around to look, not until the ghostly aura blocked her view.

"You've been watching for twenty minutes. You can't watch anymore. Go stand by the window and look into the distance." Yang Fan said as he turned off the TV.

Zhuozhuo groaned as she stood up. She then noticed several bags on the floor. Curious, she walked over, squatted down, looked around, and asked softly, "What are these?"

"Your clothes, bath towel, toothbrush, shampoo and shower gel."

Children have weak immune systems, so Yang Fan was worried about Zhuozhu using the hotel's supplies, so he asked the police outside the police station to buy some for him. The clothes were washed and dried. As for the money, Yang Fan gave him a handful of gold melon seeds.

The sheriff, imagining the imperial concubine rewarding the eunuch, took out an evidence bag and put the gold melon seeds in it. He twitched his lips and asked bravely, "Mr. Yang, may I ask where this gold came from? We need to keep records."

"Offerings from believers." Yang Fan uttered these five words lightly.

“…”

Zhuozhuo went to the window for a moment, then held up the new clothes to look at them, clamoring to wear them right away. Yang Fan asked her to wait until she had finished her meal and showered before putting them on, and Zhuozhuo sighed and agreed.

Perhaps because Lao Shiren had been asked to help take care of children many times in his life, he was very adept at taking care of Zhuozhuo. He washed her clean, put her in pajamas, tucked her into the quilt, and stuffed a small pillow into her arms, then maintained a presence but remained silent.

Zhuozhuo tried to cue Yang Fan several times but got no response. He played with ghost spirits, then played with pillows, picked his feet, giggled, and rolled around endlessly... After a lot of self-entertainment, the little guy fell asleep.

Late at night, Yang Fan estimated the time and woke up Zhuozhuo twice to urinate, and nothing happened all night until dawn.

Zhuozhuo slept until the sun hit her butt. She slowly got up, rubbed her eyes, and successfully turned on her phone in a few breaths. She hugged Guiqi with full energy and shouted with full energy: "Good morning, Yang Fan Dad!"

"Good morning, Zhuozhuo."

Yang Fan skillfully washed and changed Zhuozhuo's clothes, took out the prepared breakfast for her, and took her to the public security office for testing.

Zhuozhuo thought about what happened yesterday, and smiled at Guiqi and emphasized, "Yang Fan is Zhuozhuo's father." There was a hint of mischief and a hint of anticipation in his tone, very naughty.

"Well, yes." Yang Fan was too lazy to explain and just casually passed it off.

The Public Security Bureau had been keeping an eye on their whereabouts. After they arrived, they took Zhuozhuo for a blood test as quickly as possible.

Zhuozhuo came out of the laboratory, holding her middle finger. After seeing the ghost, her face suddenly turned tearful. When she rushed over to hug the ghost, her tears fell through the ghost and onto the ground. She said sadly, "Dad, Zhuozhuo's blood is gone."

The sheriff, looking embarrassed, tried to explain, but was pulled back by her colleagues, who gestured for her to go and see. Confused, she saw that Zhuozhuo, who had been crying just a second ago, now smiled slyly and said, "If you want Daddy to hug you, it won't hurt."

The little tricks that children use to manipulate adults are enough.

The ghost energy lifted up Zhuozhuo, threw her up while she was looking curious, and then caught her steadily, which made Zhuozhuo giggle and scared the sheriffs so much that their hearts were beating wildly.

The results would be out in half an hour. Zhuozhuo and Guiqi, coaxed into staying by the "ghost worker," stayed behind to wait. She dragged Guiqi around the station, wanting to run outside to play. The sheriff, worried that people nearby might be frightened to death by Guiqi, tried to persuade Zhuozhuo to stay inside.

Zhuozhuo looked at the ghost in his arms, and a light bulb went off in his head. He said childishly, "Dad, turn into a human and play with Zhuozhuo."

The others were terrified, worried that Zhuo Zhuo's powerful ghost would make Yang Fan go berserk. But unexpectedly, after Yang Fan said "OK", he performed a magic trick on the spot.

The people who witnessed the ghost's transformation brought several instruments, each of which showed that Yang Fan was a living person, "..."

Everyone consoled themselves by saying, "Yang Fan had been brazenly out in the sun for years, so why was he so surprised to become a living being? It was just the ability of the only ghost in the world, so everyone should stay calm."

Zhuozhuo didn't think too much about it and looked at the young man in surprise, "Dad?"

"shining."

"Dad, come quickly!"

After confirming their identities, Zhuozhuo rushed out, dragging Yang Fan along. After a quick look, he pointed at a roadside tree so thick it took two people to hug it and said excitedly, "Dad, let's climb a tree!"

Yang Fan shook his head: "You can't climb trees on the roadside."

Zhuozhuo then led Yang Fan in picking up leaves and catching insects, and soon they were all messed up like little monkeys. She was shouting and laughing, with the decibel level exceeding 50 several times, but Yang Fan didn't show any impatience or disgust.

The top brass of the Public Security Bureau and even the world over were all paying attention to this place, and the same thought flashed through their minds: perhaps the world is about to change.

The results of the comparison were in, and Curry found no samples suspected to be from Zhuozhuo's parents. According to the procedure, Zhuozhuo could be temporarily placed in foster care with a local welfare institution or a volunteer's home. At Zhuozhuo's strong request, Yang Fan applied for foster care.

Although Yang Fan was not even a "natural person", his application was approved quickly without any doubt and was handled specially.

As for their residence, Zhuozhuo heard from the director of the Public Security Bureau that according to this regulation and that document, Yang Fan's case was still handled specially. The government allocated him an apartment, and he could move in with Zhuozhuo at any time.

When Zhuozhuo saw Yang Fan take the key, he cheered, "Zhuozhuo and Daddy have a new home."