Chapter 246 You're My Dad?! "Bang!" With a loud...
"Bang!" A huge explosion was followed by a wave of heat.
Sang Zhitao instinctively rolled to the side and curled up in the corner.
Fortunately, the explosion, which came with a heat wave, did not reach her directly; instead, it eerily stopped about a meter away from her.
Looking at the heatwave that seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, Sang Zhitao frowned slightly.
"Die!!!" A sharp roar suddenly rang out, and along with the roar, the pipe that Sang Zhitao had not yet stepped into made a twisting and breaking sound.
She quickly moved back a few steps, fearing that the disaster, which was not far from her, would affect her.
"Who?!" Sang Zhitao was puzzled as to how the other party could notice her faint movement in such a state of anger.
But he dared not move again and could only curl up on the ground pretending that he did not exist.
"Where did this little mouse come from?" The sharp voice, which had just been filled with anger, was now full of mocking sarcasm.
Sang Zhitao slightly opened her eyes, and what came into view was a pair of black leather Martin boots.
Looking up from the boot shaft, there was a pair of white cargo pants, then a black tight-fitting vest, and finally her eyes settled on a pair of extremely bright eyes.
How can one describe such a face? It's so ordinary that you'd forget what it looks like if you turned your head away.
But it is also very striking because the owner of this face has eyes that are like stars and cheetahs.
Where are you from?
Sang Zhitao carefully squatted down on the ground, looking at the other person with a pitiful expression: "I came from Squad 773. I'm looking for my dad."
"773?" The person in front of her frowned and sized her up before replying impatiently, "Your father isn't here. Go back."
Sang Zhitao handed the photocopy to the other person with the fastest speed she had ever done: "You really haven't seen the person in the photo before?"
The person in front of him impatiently reached out to swat away the photo being held up in front of him, but paused when he saw the face on it.
"You mean the person up there is your father?" He looked at Sang Zhitao suspiciously.
"Mmm," Sang Zhitao replied obediently.
The person in front of me had a strange expression on their face that I couldn't tell whether to laugh or show disgust.
Before Sang Zhitao could get a good look, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and said, "Come on, I'll take you to find your dad."
Hearing the barely suppressed laughter in his voice, Sang Zhitao silently breathed a sigh of relief.
Feeling the warmth emanating from the other person, Sang Zhitao cautiously asked, "Should I call you brother or sister?"
The man scratched his buzz cut and clicked his tongue, saying, "Call me sister."
"She might even call me aunt..." She spoke the last sentence very softly, and with the occasional twisting and creaking sounds coming from the surrounding pipes, Sang Zhitao didn't hear it clearly for a moment.
"What?"
"It's alright." The woman patted Sang Zhitao's head. "Just call me Sister Ranyue."
"Sister Ran Yue." Sang Zhitao blinked her big eyes and called out obediently.
Ran Yue couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, then, as if remembering something, slapped her forehead and shouted into the empty depths of the pipe, "Turn off your powers, a doll is coming."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding pipes seemed to be under some kind of time magic, quickly reverting to their original appearance as other pipes.
The small river that had been emitting a rotten smell on the ground suddenly disappeared, leaving only a clean and tidy area.
"Wow!" Sang Zhitao couldn't help but exclaim.
A vibration came from below, and Ran Yue's laughter reached my ears.
"That's my masterpiece~" she said proudly, her black fingerless fingers making them appear even more slender and fair.
Look in the direction she pointed.
The marks left by the high temperature on the official road were extremely obvious.
Sang Zhitao suddenly realized: "So that was also caused by a supernatural ability?"
"Yes, it's Ranmei's Sadness ability and Ranlan's Fear ability." Ranyue nodded.
"Your names all contain the character 'ran' (染), are you related or did it on purpose?" Seeing her relaxed expression, Sang Zhitao felt relieved and boldly asked.
"No, it's a rule of our 477. To join 477, you have to change your name." Ran Yue held up a finger and shook it.
"But we are also family. Those who come to 477 are our brothers and sisters."
Sang Zhitao nodded thoughtfully, but her mind was still recalling Ran Yue's attitude just now.
She had seen the person in the photo...
This was Sang Zhitao's deepest thought.
Seeing that Sang Zhitao had lowered her eyes and stopped speaking, Ran Yue assumed that she was a little tired, so she also stopped talking.
The sound of their footsteps echoed through the pipes.
When Sang Zhitao came to her senses, she realized that the pipe was much shorter than the pipes outside.
In the world of pipes, the pipes are generally about 5 meters in diameter, but the pipe they are walking on is only about 3 meters high and 5 meters wide, as if it has been cut in half.
She glanced at Ran Yue but didn't ask any questions. Instead, she looked around with great interest.
After walking about two or three hundred meters, the space suddenly opened up in front of us.
An open space, roughly the size of half a football field, appeared before her.
"It's huge!"
“That’s it!” Ran Yue proudly raised her head. “This is the space we cleared after removing a lot of pipes.”
"Why did you suddenly bring an outsider in?" A tall woman came up and looked Sang Zhitao up and down.
"This child is looking for his father." Ran Yue coughed lightly, suppressing the smile that was hard to contain on her face.
The woman looked at her suspiciously: "Dad? Someone in our team has had a baby?"
Ran Yue opened her mouth to say something, but then she saw Sang Zhi Tao looking at her with curiosity.
After thinking for a moment, he placed Sang Zhitao on the ground and said, "Stay put and don't move."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pulled the tall woman aside and whispered something to her.
Sang Zhitao watched as the tall woman's expression shifted from confusion to doubt to disbelief, and finally to barely suppressing a smile.
"Come on, Little Peach, I'll take you to find your father." Ran Yue pointed to the tall woman and introduced her to Sang Zhi Tao, "Her name is Ran Mei."
"Sister Ranmei~" Sang Zhitao greeted her obediently.
Before Ranmei could respond, Ranyue hurriedly carried her inside.
Sang Zhitao withdrew her waving hand and suddenly exclaimed, "She's Ranmei?!"
Ran Yue glanced at her without surprise: "Yes, that's Ran Mei, the one with the ability to feel sadness."
"I can't tell at all!" Sang Zhitao exclaimed, leaning on Ran Yue's shoulder to look back.
Behind her, Ranmei was playfully pulling her companion along, pointing this way while secretly laughing.
"I just can't tell that Ranmei behind me has an emotional ability called sadness..." Sang Zhitao couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Ran Yue didn't see her face, but she smiled as if she did and said, "The members of 477 all have pretty good emotional control."
Sang Zhitao had already learned from Yas how emotional ability users control their abilities and had a certain understanding of this emotional control, so she didn't delve into it further.
Ran Yue carried Sang Zhitao around the base, knocking on every door except the one in the very center.
Everyone looked confused when they saw Sang Zhitao, but couldn't help but chuckle after hearing Ran Yue's words.
Finally, Sang Zhitao and Ran Yue were followed by a group of people, and then they finally arrived at the door in the middle.
"Tap tap!" Ran Yue coughed lightly a few times, suppressing her laughter as she knocked on the door.
"What's wrong?" a male voice came from inside the door.
When the sound rang out, Sang Zhitao's ears twitched involuntarily.
This was the most comforting voice she had ever heard.
The clear spring water tapping against the mountain wall exudes a refreshing coolness that seeps into the heart.
The door slowly opened, and a tall, slender, handsome man glanced at her coldly before looking at Ran Yue and the people behind her: "What's wrong?"
Ran Yue was taken aback, seemingly not expecting the man to have such an attitude, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Sang Zhitao.
The person behind her must have been terrified of the man in front of her. Seeing the man's cold gaze sweep over them, they quickly made excuses to leave.
"Oh no, I haven't finished cooking."
"The clothes need to be put away."
"Hey, where's my money?"
"I...I haven't gone on patrol yet!"
In a short while, only Ran Yue, Sang Zhi Tao who was being held in someone's arms, and the man who was coldly watching them remained on the scene.
"Speak," the man said, clearly aware that Ran Yue was the one who had caused the trouble.
Ran Yue gave the man a smirk, then looked down at Sang Zhitao and shoved her into his arms: "She came to see you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ran Yue turned and ran away.
Sang Zhitao finally came to her senses. She stared blankly at the fair hand holding her, then looked up at the familiar face. For a moment, she didn't know whether to apologize or call him "Dad."
The man lowered his head, his cold eyes fixed on Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao pursed her lips and took out a photocopy from her bosom: "You... really look like my father."
The man frowned, turned around while holding Sang Zhitao, placed her on the sofa in the room, and then took the photo to look at.
"Why do you have this photo?" The man flicked his finger across the photo.
Sang Zhitao swallowed hard and leaned back on the sofa instinctively.
"I've had this photo with me as long as I can remember."
"Why do you say the person in the photo is your father?" the man continued.
Sang Zhitao thought for a moment and briefly recounted what Yas had told her: "That's it, so I can confirm that the person in the photo is my father."
She did not mention that the photo was taken three hundred years ago.
With Yass's help, the part containing the clock has been cut off from these copies.
The man was silent for a moment, then got up and walked to the desk at the other end of the room.
After rummaging through the drawer, the man took out a photo album and walked up to Sang Zhitao.
Seeing that Sang Zhitao did not take it, he placed the photo album directly on the coffee table, found a page, and opened it.
What appeared before them was a photograph exactly the same as the one in Sang Zhitao's hand.
Sang Zhitao stared at the photo in shock, and after examining it closely, she realized that the one in the album was smaller than the one in her hand.
To be precise, the people in the frame take up more space, as if the photographer has stepped forward.
"So, you really are my father?" Sang Zhitao looked at the man in shock, never expecting that she would be so lucky as to find her father in less than ten days.
“I’m not,” the man shook his head.
"My name is Ranfeng, I am 28 years old, and this photo is from 300 years ago."
Upon hearing Ran Feng's words, Sang Zhitao's face stiffened. She hadn't expected that the other party would know the origin of the photos.
“That child is indeed me,” Sang Zhitao said, pointing to the baby in the photo.
Ran Feng frowned: "Are you sure?"
Sang Zhitao nodded.
Ran Feng's face looked as if it were frozen, and he looked at Sang Zhitao in disbelief, then at the photos in the album.
After a long while, he suddenly stood up and said to Sang Zhitao, "You wait here."
Sang Zhitao watched blankly as he turned and left the room...
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