Chapter 302 Memory Dislocation She looked at her inventory...
She looked at her largest stock of white flour and noodles and couldn't help but scratch her cheek.
The sound of a girl crying came from the room. She sighed, closed the door, and walked towards the bedroom.
Never mind, there's always a way out.
"Can you stop crying now, my little darling?!" Sang Zhitao rubbed her temples and said helplessly.
The girl's already soft sobs eventually subsided into faint whimpers.
"My name is Bell," Bell said softly, her voice choked with emotion.
“Bell…” Sang Zhitao nodded thoughtfully before continuing, “My name is Sang Zhitao, you can call me sister from now on.”
The bell nodded obediently.
Sang Zhitao didn't know how the child suddenly accepted her existence, but she didn't intend to investigate further, since she planned to find a suitable family to raise the child later.
Of course, for the people of this world, the best path is to find a good first-class ship for the children to grow up on, since there will always be the highest level of protection there.
"Military and police ship No. 103 reminds you that the natural disaster that will occur later is a level three extreme heat wave. Please take precautions."
Sang Zhitao frowned as she heard the alarm sound.
This was the third Level 3 natural disaster she had encountered since she could remember, and according to the information she received from Zhifeng, Level 3 natural disasters would not occur so frequently.
After all, if natural disasters of level three or four or higher occurred so frequently, then apart from first-class ships and large ships with special functions, everyone else in this world would have died long ago.
With that thought in mind, she continued her preparations for the impending natural disaster.
She carefully wrapped the boat tightly with a thermostatic protective cloth, then turned on the thermostatic system. Only then did she take a few old clothes and a needle and thread, intending to make some clothes that were barely wearable for Lingdang.
Sang Zhitao didn't remember how she learned the skill, but once she got the needle, thread, and fabric, she instinctively and skillfully began cutting out the bell.
The memory of Zhifeng's words about his parents' habit of keeping items from their childhood resurfaced in her mind.
"Zhifeng wouldn't lie to me about something like this, would he..." She frowned, her hand pausing for a moment.
Feeling that something was amiss, Sang Zhitao got up to change Lingdang's clothes after finally finishing the garment, and went back to the warehouse.
She stared intently at the warehouse, which she had already thoroughly searched.
"Something feels off..." She squinted, staring intently at the warehouse.
After a long while, she raised her hand and gestured in front of her eyes.
“The size… isn’t right…” she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and sigh softly.
Once outside the warehouse, she took out a pen and paper and calculated the warehouse's dimensions herself. She then realized that there should have been a space about one meter wide on the left side of the warehouse.
"Knock knock knock." Sang Zhitao came to the left wall of the warehouse and knocked on it carefully a few times.
The hollow sound made her realize instantly that there was nothing behind it.
After thinking for a moment, she turned around and found an axe on the shelf behind her.
She swung the axe heavily against the wall.
After a few quick movements, a hole appeared in the wall.
The black opening, like an abyss, drew her in to explore.
Sang Zhitao bit the soft flesh in her cheek, not making any rash moves.
After a long while, she took out an axe and continued chopping at the wall.
Before long, she opened half of the wall, and broken wood chips were scattered all over the floor.
Sang Zhitao paid no attention to the mess on the ground, only staring intently at the two boxes in the mysterious space.
One is inscribed with "memories," the other with "treasures."
Sang Zhitao frowned and opened the box closest to her that was labeled "Treasure".
There was only a small wooden box inside the box, no bigger than the palm of your hand, and nothing else.
"It can't be some kind of gemstone, can it?" Sang Zhitao took out a small wooden box the size of her palm, couldn't help but twitch her lips, and muttered to herself.
She took a deep breath and carefully opened the small, unlocked wooden box.
Inside, there were no dazzling gems, treasure maps, or magical items as she had imagined; instead, there was a wooden box about the size of a thumb.
Looking at the box inside the box, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but roll her eyes at the void.
This time she didn't hesitate and opened the small box directly.
Inside lies a cylinder carved from rubies.
She suspiciously took out the cylinder and examined it carefully for a long time before she finally determined from the broken section at the bottom that it was a small section of a long cylinder.
She frowned, played with the cylinder in her hand for a while, but found nothing wrong with it.
After failing to find the answer, Sang Zhitao casually tossed the cylinder into her pocket.
Only then did he step forward to the box inscribed with his memories.
Just as Zhifeng said, there were a lot of children's clothes, some toys and jewelry that looked like souvenirs, and even a photo album.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but look at the contents of the box with delight, hoping that she could find her lost memories here.
But the more I looked at her, the more something seemed off.
The clothes the child is wearing in this box all look like boys' clothes.
While there wasn't much difference between boys' and girls' clothing when they were young, there were already differences in clothing when they were eleven or twelve years old.
Sang Zhitao's gaze swept over the photo album beside her, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Taking a deep breath, Sang Zhitao carefully took the photo album out of the box.
She turned to the first page, and the words on it startled her.
"On the seventh day of the tenth month of the year 773, our precious son was born..."
Above this sentence is a picture of a baby.
Sang Zhitao continued flipping through the pages.
"On October 7th, 774, congratulations on your baby's first birthday!"
"On March 2nd, 1978, my baby is a genius!"
"Natural disaster..."
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief; for now, this was a happy memory for the family of three.
She thought that perhaps this was her brother's and her parents' past.
Just like the Zhifeng family.
It was only because her brother had an accident or something else that her parents took everything back and kept it safe.
Sang Zhitao kept thinking like this, but subconsciously ignored the fact that according to the time in the photo, the child in the photo should be about the same age as herself.
She took a deep breath and turned to the next page of the photo album.
Familiar faces appeared in the photo.
“Zhi Feng…” Sang Zhitao frowned slightly and quickly flipped through a few more pages of photos.
Only then did they realize that Zhifeng had already appeared on the first few pages, but back then she was just an infant.
So much so that she didn't realize that the child who grew up with the boy was Zhifeng.
It wasn't until Zhi Feng, who was already eleven or twelve years old, appeared on her face with a familiar look that she realized it was Zhi Feng.
Sang Zhitao kept recalling Zhifeng's words to her: "Let's grow up together..."
"But...why is it a man?" Sang Zhitao felt that her mind was completely occupied by the unfamiliar face in the photo, making it impossible for her to think clearly.
She quickly flipped to the back of the photo album, where Zhi Feng, who was already seventeen or eighteen years old, was leaning on a boy of similar age, with a warm smile on his face.
Sang Zhitao frowned, left the secret room, and walked to the wall she had smashed.
Who hid these things?
She murmured as she looked at the wall, noticing that there were no doors or mechanisms on it.
She returned to the secret room, looked around, and only after finding no exit did she go back outside.
"Why hide? And who am I?"
She frowned and thought for a long time before finally squatting down to examine the broken pieces of wood carefully.
"what is going on?"
Before she could figure it out, the natural disaster outside had ended, and an alarm sounded.
This reminder interrupted Sang Zhitao's thoughts. She frowned, picked up the photo album, and walked out.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and turned around to rummage through the memory box, pulling out a few suitable children's clothes.
She tossed the clothes into the washing machine and carefully placed the photo album on the table.
"I'm hungry..." Lingdang climbed off the bed, walked up to her, tugged at her clothes, and said pitifully.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but look up at the clock to make sure she had only been gone for half an hour, not the whole morning.
"How long has it been since you had breakfast?" She reached out and touched Bell's belly in disbelief.
My round belly has indeed shrunk considerably after breakfast.
Bell didn't understand her intention, but found the way she touched her belly amusing and couldn't help but laugh.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but pat Lingdang's little belly twice before withdrawing her hand and turning to the kitchen to make some oatmeal for the girl.
Cooked oats can be prepared in just a few minutes by pouring boiling water over them, which made Sang Zhitao give herself a thumbs up for her decision to stock up on some oats.
"Lazy people change the world!" she couldn't help but praise herself as she brought out her oatmeal.
As soon as the oatmeal was placed on the low coffee table, Lingdang couldn't resist reaching out to Sang Zhitao for a spoon.
Sang Zhitao frowned and looked at Lingdang suspiciously.
A child this age may not be able to feed themselves.
Just as she was hesitating, the bell couldn't help but urge her with a few "ah ah" sounds.
Sang Zhitao reluctantly handed over the spoon.
The little hand holding the tiny spoon, facing a tiny bowl, made Sang Zhitao feel an urge to take a picture to remember the moment.
However, she's always been rather lazy, so this is just something she thinks about but doesn't plan to do, since flipping through the camera is quite a hassle.
"Why does it feel like there should be a simpler and more convenient tool?" She subconsciously reached into her pocket, then patted her head, not quite understanding the meaning of her actions.
"Why can she eat so much?" Sang Zhitao couldn't help but ask as she watched Lingdang finish a small bowl of oatmeal porridge in just a few minutes.
Lingdang looked at Sang Zhitao with a blank expression, then obediently picked up the bowl and handed it to her.
"No! You'll eat yourself to death!" Sang Zhitao reached out and touched her bulging belly, then quickly shook her head.
Bell pouted and looked at her with teary eyes.
Sang Zhitao knew that children of this age were more animalistic than human, and were at an age where they didn't know when they were full, so she naturally didn't dare to let them eat too much. After all, if they really ate too much, she really wouldn't have any medicine to provide.
She lay on the sofa, intending to carefully flip through the photo album to see if she could find any clues, but was pricked by a cylindrical object in her pocket.
Sang Zhitao took the cylinder out of her pocket, pinched it between two fingers, and examined it against the sunlight.
"What is this? It feels very important..."
"Sister..." Lingdang called softly to her from the side.
"They're here! Ah..."
Sang Zhitao responded to the bell, intending to put away the cylinder and get up, but was startled by the bell's sudden action of falling into her arms.
Then the cylinder inexplicably fell into her mouth.
"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!!"
She quickly sat up, intending to spit out what was in her mouth, only to find that her mouth was already empty.
Sang Zhitao thought it was just her imagination that the cylinder had fallen into the sofa.
I hurriedly searched the sofa, but found nothing.
After searching the ground again, he finally realized that the thing had melted in his mouth...
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