Chapter 252 Finding Dad "I really am your daughter!..."
“I really am your daughter!” Sang Zhitao couldn’t help but step forward and knock on the door a few times.
Perhaps finding her too noisy, the man opened the door and stared at Sang Zhitao expressionlessly.
Sang Zhitao held the family photo high for the man to see: "See, I didn't lie to you!"
The man's eyes finally flickered when he saw the photo.
He subconsciously wiped his hands on his pants before blankly taking the photo. Before Sang Zhitao could speak again, the man's eyes reddened.
A tear fell onto the photograph.
Not only was Sang Zhitao stunned, but even the man seemed to be startled by his own reaction and stood frozen in place.
“Look, your reaction tells me that I really am your daughter,” Sang Zhitao quickly said.
The man shifted his gaze from the photo to Sang Zhitao's face, and after a long while, he uttered two cold words: "Lin Mo."
"Huh?" Sang Zhitao was stunned.
"My name is Lin Mo," the man repeated.
“I…I’m called Sang Zhitao.” Sang Zhitao quickly repeated her name as well. “I didn’t know your name before. I chose my own name.”
“I used to live in an isolation zone far from here, but I couldn’t stay there anymore, so I entered the Pipe World and started looking for you…” Sang Zhitao briefly recounted her experience.
"Hmm." Lin Mo nodded silently.
"Then... can I go in? I've been walking for a long, long time, and I'm a little tired." Sang Zhitao looked at Lin Mo pitifully.
Lin Mo stared at her for a moment before silently stepping aside to make way.
Sang Zhitao finally entered the small house.
She discovered that although the room was small, it had everything she needed.
Directly opposite the door is a small square table. To the left is a single bed and a simple wardrobe, and to the right is a tool room filled with various tools.
She sat down on the stool in front of the square table without any hesitation.
The stool was made by Lin Mo according to his own height proportions, so when Sang Zhitao sat on it, her feet were always dangling in the air.
Watching her little feet swing in mid-air.
Lin Mo paused, but he didn't say anything. He turned around, walked to the bedside, took something out from under the pillow, and walked to Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao took it and discovered that it was a more comprehensive family photo.
In this family photo, besides the four family members, there is also a person whose face is vaguely visible in the corner. However, the part of that face is curled up as if it had been burned by fire, and it has a charred color.
"This person is your sick younger brother, right?" Sang Zhitao asked knowingly, thinking of Ran Feng.
Lin Mo shook his head blankly: "I don't remember."
Seeing the puzzled look on Sang Zhitao's face, he gave a faint, bitter smile: "I've been here since I woke up. I only know that my name is Lin Mo, and I don't remember anything else."
“And my name…” Lin Mo raised his hand and subconsciously touched his neck.
Sang Zhitao then noticed that there was a collar with exposed wires around his neck.
"A power suppression circle?!" Sang Zhitao was somewhat surprised.
She had only seen this thing twice in this vast world of pipes, and both people who had it had extremely dangerous and uncontrollable supernatural abilities.
Sang Zhitao looked Lin Mo up and down again, but she couldn't see that he was a vicious person.
"Hmm." Lin Mo ran his fingertips along the inhibition ring a few times. "My name is engraved on it."
Sang Zhitao frowned. The fact that her name was engraved meant that this was a collar exclusively for Lin Mo, which was not a good thing.
In this world, the inhibition collar is a controllable collar produced by Spiral Tower for the general public.
Therefore, after the Shadow Council and the Mutual Aid Society appeared, the Suppression Circle faded into history and now serves more as a controller for certain special entities.
Therefore, most current pressure relief rings are generic products.
Such exclusive customization has long become a thing of the past.
Sang Zhitao examined the collar around Lin Mo's neck, and it didn't look like something from a hundred years ago.
"Have you encountered anyone from the Spiral Tower over the years?" Sang Zhitao asked, frowning, but then quickly realized that the other person had lost their memory.
As expected, Lin Mo shook his head blankly.
"Never mind." Sang Zhitao carefully touched the other person's collar.
Lin Mo quickly bent down and placed his neck, such a vulnerable spot, into Sang Zhitao's hand.
"Do you need me to help you untie it?" Sang Zhitao rubbed it for a while, then looked at the neck, which had been chafed by the collar because of the peeling skin, with a look of pity on her face.
Lin Mo tapped the collar with his fingertip, and after a long while shook his head: "I feel it's very important."
Sang Zhitao frowned: "But your skin is all chafed."
Lin Mo shook his head again: "Never mind."
Seeing this, Sang Zhitao could only sigh helplessly.
The two were speechless for a moment, and the room suddenly fell silent.
After a long while, Lin Mo stood up, walked to the tool room, took out a few pieces of wood from the box under the workbench, gestured a few times, picked up his tools and began to hammer.
Accompanied by the rhythmic tapping sounds, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but yawn.
"Go and get some sleep." Lin Mo stopped what he was doing and looked at her. After a moment of silence, he hesitated before speaking, "Children, do they need to sleep often?"
"Hmm." Sang Zhitao yawned again.
Lin Mo put the things in his hands aside, walked to Sang Zhitao, and picked her up.
Before Sang Zhitao could even react with surprise, he carefully placed her on the bed and took off her shoes: "Go to sleep."
Sang Zhitao lay on the somewhat hard bed, smelling the sun's warmth on her pillow, and a strange sense of peace washed over her.
She turned over and rolled around on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
Lin Mo watched the small figure by the bed for a long time before turning around and going to the tool room to continue his work, but he slowed down and softened his movements.
As the stars filled the sky, the moon illuminated the earth, and the scorching air subsided, Sang Zhitao was awakened by a strong fragrance.
I opened my eyes and saw several small stools in front of the square table.
The square table that Sang Zhitao could only see when she was standing has been cut off. Now, she can not only reach the tabletop while sitting on a small stool, but her feet can also reach the ground.
After gesturing in front of the stool and table, Sang Zhitao pushed open the door with some surprise.
At the makeshift stove nearby, Lin Mo was roasting an animal that looked like a rabbit.
He would occasionally raise his hand and sprinkle some seasoning on the roasted meat, making the rabbit meat even more tempting under the influence of the seasoning.
"What kind of meat is this?" Sang Zhitao asked curiously.
"Fire Rabbit." Lin Mo didn't even look up.
He took out a palm-sized knife from his pocket, sliced a few pieces of meat off the fire rabbit and put them in a small wooden bowl. Then he took out a pair of chopsticks that looked brand new and handed them to Sang Zhitao: "You know how to use them, right?"
"Yes." Sang Zhitao took the bowl and chopsticks. "I can cook too."
As if worried that the other party might misunderstand, Sang Zhitao added, "I can bake red-skinned fruit cakes."
Lin Mo paused for a moment before turning to look at Sang Zhitao: "I'm sorry."
"Why should I apologize?" Sang Zhitao sat cross-legged on the ground next to him and gave him a strange look.
"Delicious!" Before Lin Mo could reply, Sang Zhitao looked at Lin Mo with delight, holding the bowl. "It's super delicious!"
Lin Mo seemed to smile, but the smile was so subtle that Sang Zhitao subconsciously thought it was just her imagination.
Lin Mo took her bowl away and used a knife to cut off a small, overflowing bowlful: "Eat."
Sang Zhitao happily took the bowl, holding chopsticks in one hand and the bowl in the other, and quickly swallowed the meat.
Seeing that she had finished eating, Lin Mo reached out to take her bowl and chopsticks, intending to peel another bowl for her.
Sang Zhitao waved her hands repeatedly in refusal, saying, "I'm full."
Lin Mo couldn't help but frown, glancing down at Sang Zhitao's belly: "Too little."
“I’m still a child~” Sang Zhitao couldn’t help but retort.
Lin Mo frowned as he looked at the bowl, which was smaller than his palm. Although he didn't remember how much a four- or five-year-old child should eat, he was certain that it was more than what Sang Zhitao was eating now.
Seeing that Sang Zhitao really couldn't eat, he didn't say anything more. He just kept thinking to himself that he must raise the child to be chubby and healthy in the future.
Sang Zhitao was naturally unaware of his elaborate feeding plan; she was only focused on the burning fire, and it wasn't until a while later that she suddenly remembered she still had some uneaten red berries.
She suddenly sprang up from the ground, startling Lin Mo.
Before Lin Mo could ask her, Sang Zhitao had already run back to her room and started rummaging through her belongings.
A few minutes later, she came out carrying the last two red fruits and her small pot.
"The flesh inside this fruit is delicious when pan-fried, just like a pancake," Sang Zhitao said, her mouth watering.
She carefully placed the pot on the ground, then turned around and moved a small stool from the room to sit next to Lin Mo.
Lin Mo watched as she struggled to cut the red fruit with a small knife. He frowned slightly, then put the roasted meat aside, took the fruit from Sang Zhitao's hand, and squeezed it hard.
What was a red-skinned fruit that required immense effort and ingenuity to open for Sang Zhitao was like an orange to Lin Mo, which opened with a gentle squeeze.
Looking at the viscous liquid inside the fruit, Lin Mo remained silent for a moment, seemingly hesitating whether this thing was really edible.
Before he could react, Sang Zhitao put the small pot on the fire.
Lin Mo quickly took the small pot from her hands, fearing that sparks might fly and hurt the child in front of her.
Sang Zhitao didn't intend to compete with him for cooking, after all, the person in front of her was her father, and taking care of his child was his responsibility.
Following Sang Zhitao's instructions, Lin Mo heated the small pot, then spun a few slices of oily meat from the grill next to him, threw them into the pot, and rubbed them around the bottom of the pot a few times.
Only after the bottom of the pot was covered with shiny oil stains did he pour the liquid from the red-skinned fruit into the pot, as Sang Zhitao had instructed.
Soon, a fragrant, oily pancake appeared in the pan.
He used a knife to cut the cake into several pieces, and put one of them into Sang Zhitao's small wooden bowl: "Eat."
Sang Zhitao looked at the pancake, which was only the size of her palm, and obediently ate it.
Lin Mo finished the rest of the pancakes in a few bites.
"Isn't it delicious?" Sang Zhitao looked at him with a smug expression.
Lin Mo glanced at the red-skinned fruit a few times and said to Sang Zhitao, "Tell me if you want to eat them in the future."
"Are there these mutated plants here too?" Sang Zhitao asked curiously.
Along her journey, she met many people, but none of them had ever seen such a red-skinned fruit.
I never expected Lin Mo to know.
After a moment of silence, Lin Mo said, "The mutated plants only exist in the quarantine zone. I have seen such plants in the quarantine zone about ten miles away from here."
“Ten miles…” Sang Zhitao fell silent for a moment.
The ten miles here are not the same as ten miles on Earth.
This place is full of mutant plants and animals, and you might even find yourself crossing a battlefield.
She was momentarily at a loss for words.
Lin Mo seemed to read her mind and replied calmly, "I am your father."
Sang Zhitao fell silent for a moment. She sat on a small stool, looking at the man's indifferent face, but his eyes were extremely bright, like the bright stars in the night sky.
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