Chapter 256 Purification Hall and Jenna went through several times with the father and daughter...
After several heart-to-heart talks between father and daughter, Lin Mo finally agreed to let Sang Zhitao stay.
After Maya asked others to deliver supplies for the fifth time, they finally saw Maya again.
"What are you doing?" Sang Zhitao frowned as she looked at her combat uniform and the dozen or so young people her age following behind her.
Maya glanced at her teammate and said to her, "I'm leaving."
"Where to?" Sang Zhitao had a bad feeling.
“The battlefield.” Maya sighed softly. “I am an emotional architect, and the battlefield is my true home.”
As she spoke, she glanced at the small house behind Sang Zhitao: "Your father..."
Sang Zhitao glanced back at Lin Mo, who was focused on her craft, and then at Maya: "You should give up."
Maya still had her usual bright smile, and she nodded heavily: "If I survive the battlefield, I will try again."
Before Sang Zhitao could speak again, she waved her hand and prepared to leave.
Just then, Sang Zhitao spotted a familiar face among the young people walking out.
Just as Maya was about to exit the pipe, a face that smiled like a fox and another face behind that face suddenly flashed through her mind.
"Maya!" she couldn't help but exclaim.
Maya's journey ended at the point where the pipe met the outside world.
She turned to look at Sang Zhitao with a puzzled expression, as if she wanted to ask Sang Zhitao why she had suddenly called her.
Sang Zhitao pursed her lips, jogged over to the other person, took her hand, made her bend down, and whispered in her ear, "The fourth person from the back wearing glasses, there's something wrong with him."
Maya was surprised and looked up.
Sang Zhitao quickly squeezed her hand: "Don't look around. I've seen people who look the same as me following the Shadow Council in the Pipe World. You need to be careful."
Maya looked at her and nodded emphatically: "I understand."
Seeing her serious expression, Sang Zhitao knew that she had taken it to heart, and she felt relieved.
"What does she want with you?"
"It's alright, the little one just misses me and said a few kind words."
Maya, as if she hadn't understood her teammate's probing, gave a slightly sweet smile.
The person probing seemed to know about her secret mission, and a mocking expression immediately appeared on their face.
This simple conversation reached Sang Zhitao's ears on the wind.
She glanced at the person who was testing the waters, and her impression of the Spiral Tower worsened once again.
"Starting today, this pipe entrance will be closed. Don't pay any attention to anyone who comes. I need to go check out another entrance." Lin Mo suddenly instructed Sang Zhitao with a solemn expression.
After Sang Zhitao obediently agreed, she saw Lin Mo walk to the pipe entrance, operate the mechanism on the pipe wall, and then the sunlight coming from outside gradually disappeared.
As the light inside the pipe gradually dimmed, eventually returning to complete darkness, a cold white light emanated from the white lampshade on the wall, which appeared to be merely decorative.
"I thought these lights were different from the ones inside, just for decoration," Sang Zhitao said, looking at the familiar cold white lights.
"Alright, go back to your room and stay there. Remember not to open the door for anyone." After giving these brief instructions, Lin Mo was still worried, so he simply locked the door from the outside.
As her footsteps faded into the distance, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but yawn and ran straight to her bed, intending to take a nap.
When she woke up, Lin Mo still hadn't returned. The cold white light shone on the pipe walls, making the black pipe walls appear somewhat silvery-gray.
The silver-gray hues made the space feel even more desolate, especially now that it was so quiet it could be described as deathly still; even Sang Zhitao could hear her own heartbeat clearly.
This wasn't the first time she'd been alone in the pipes, but it was the first time since she'd met Lin Mo.
Perhaps it is human nature that once we experience liveliness and crowds, we can no longer tolerate loneliness and quiet.
Sang Zhitao sat up in bed. She took out the pastries that Lin Mo had prepared for her in advance from the cabinet, ate a little with the warm water from the kettle, and then planned to go back to bed for another nap.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.
"Is anyone there? Please help me..." As the footsteps grew increasingly disordered, revealing the weakness of the person who had entered, they suddenly became firm again and quickly reached the door.
The voice was very weak, as if uttering those words had exhausted all its strength.
Sang Zhitao took off her shoes and carefully tiptoed to the window.
She crouched to the side of the window and gently lifted a corner with her chopsticks.
Outside the door stood a woman in her mid-thirties, her face deathly pale, her hair disheveled, and wearing a tattered, muddy trench coat. She leaned against the door in despair, her eyes lifeless as she stared at the lock.
"Who are you?" Sang Zhitao touched her chest, sensing the existence of fragments of the world emanating from this woman.
After waiting for so long, they finally found a clue. Sang Zhitao didn't care about the danger anymore. After all, if this person died, who knew when they would find the next clue?
Upon hearing Sang Zhitao's voice, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in the woman's eyes, but she quickly realized how childish the voice sounded.
"You...you're a child?" Her voice trailed off, as if she had given up all hope for the future.
"Who are you?" Sang Zhitao didn't answer her, but continued to ask.
The woman seemed to sense the approach of death as well. She exhaled softly, feeling a strange power suddenly surge within her. "My name is Jenna. I am an emotional scholar. Because I oppose the Purification Hall, I am being hunted down."
Sang Zhitao looked down at her small hand pressed against the door, where a faint green light was passing through the door and into Jenna's body outside.
"What is the Purification Hall?" Sensing that Jenna was no longer in mortal danger, Sang Zhitao was no longer in a hurry. Instead, taking advantage of Jenna's current openness, she continued to ask, "Why did they kill you?"
Jenna felt her strength increasing, and the heart and lung pain that had made it hard to breathe lessened. She even felt much lighter.
Thinking she was experiencing a final burst of energy before death, she even felt it was a blessing from heaven that she could meet someone who could listen to her last words before she died.
“I am a researcher at the Spiral Tower, specializing in the control and causes of superpowers.” She took a deep breath. “The Purification Hall is an extreme anti-superpower organization. They believe that superpowered individuals are a deformity of biological evolution and should not exist.”
"I previously discovered by chance that there is a special energy in the bodies of people with superpowers. This energy is very strange; the more energy a person has in their body, the stronger their abilities become."
"Just recently, I finally captured this energy particle, so the Spiral Tower asked me to implant this particle into the body of the superhuman."
A sudden, intense fear flashed in Jenna's eyes: "I...I created a monster!!"
Her voice was somewhat shrill, as if that incomprehensible scene had become an unforgettable shadow in her life.
"Then why would the Purification Hall want to kill you?" Sang Zhitao frowned. She really couldn't see what was so special about Jenna that made her worth the Purification Hall's pursuit; she was more like being hunted by the Shadow Council.
“...Because they believe I am the source of the disaster.” Jenna gave a bitter smile. “The Purification Hall is a bunch of lunatics. If they believe something is wrong, they will definitely destroy it.”
“They’re not wrong. The monsters I create might become the source of the next disaster.” As she spoke, Jenna tucked a communicator into a corner crevice. “There’s data in here. They might catch up soon. After I die, send it to the mutual aid society I used to belong to.”
"Aren't you afraid the mutual aid society will take advantage of it?" Sang Zhitao asked curiously.
Sang Zhitao frowned; such a powerful weapon was extremely tempting to ambitious people.
Jenna slowly shook her head: "The founder of the mutual aid association is a descendant of the former Xin Hui Xiao Zhu. I believe her."
Jenna closed her eyes, preparing to await the reaper of death's scythe.
But after a long time, she was still lying in the same place. Her pale face gradually regained color, her breathing gradually became steady, and the pain quietly disappeared from her body.
“I…” Her eyelashes trembled as she opened her eyes.
He looked around blankly, as if wanting to see what the world after death was like.
But when she saw the familiar world of pipes, a look of bewilderment crossed her face: "I...I'm not dead?"
"Yes, he's not dead," Sang Zhitao replied from inside.
Jenna's face first flashed with joy, then her expression changed. She hid the communicator in the stove next to her and whispered to Sang Zhitao, "I have to go, or the Purification Hall will find me."
“…Oh.” Sang Zhitao shrugged. She had just wanted to tell the other person to stay away from here.
After all, judging from what the other party said, the Purification Hall was not only crazy, but also an unreasonable crazy. If he got involved, he would be in trouble.
Jenna didn't even wait for Sang Zhitao's reply before turning around and returning to the depths of the pipe.
Sure enough, after a long while, a group of people dressed in white broke into the fork in the pipeline.
They were dressed in white combat uniforms, wore white masks, and each held a sharp weapon in their hand and had a gun at their waist.
Sang Zhitao quickly bent over and crawled deep under Lin Mo's bed, shrinking her body to the minimum and suppressing her breathing to the lowest level.
"Not here." The voice came from behind the mask, deep and muffled.
“Inside the room…” another voice, whose gender was indistinguishable, rang out.
"This is his territory, don't make any rash moves." This was the voice of the third person.
“He should be purified as well,” the first person said coldly.
“He has other uses,” the second person said.
“Evil should be annihilated,” the first person continued.
"Don't forget the most important thing." The third person's voice carried a hint of displeasure.
Just as the third person finished speaking, a sound of clothes rubbing together rang out, and then the footsteps gradually faded away.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Who are you?!" Just as she hesitated whether to crawl out from under the bed, Lin Mo's voice suddenly rang out.
"The bloodline of evil needs purification." Upon seeing Lin Mo, the people of the Purification Hall reacted like ferocious tigers suddenly seeing flesh and blood, completely forgetting their previous concerns.
"Purification Hall?!" Lin Mo's voice carried a hint of wariness and surprise.
"God, cleanse my sins." After the three prayers rang out, Sang Zhitao heard the creaking of wood coming from all around the house.
That was the scream of the wooden structure being squeezed by great force.
She couldn't help but look up and saw that small cracks were constantly appearing on the roof and walls, especially on the roof, where wood chips and dust kept falling off.
"Tao Tao!" Lin Mo looked at the wooden house in horror.
He tried to rush to the front of the wooden house to rescue his daughter, but was stopped by three people from the Purification Hall.
Like madmen, with bloodshot eyes, they plunged the sharp blades in their hands into their own arms, chanting incessantly, "Purify! Purify!"
As Lin Mo watched the wooden house being squeezed by gravity due to the three people's superpowers, his panic and anxiety were beyond description.
He hated himself for locking the door; otherwise, Sang Zhitao would have been able to run out.
As for whether Sang Zhitao would be killed by the Purification Hall if she actually escaped, he couldn't care less about that at the moment.
As Lin Mo let out a shrill roar, the mist enveloped everyone.
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