Chapter 237 Chapter 237 Honest Dad 1
The quiet square was filled with gusts of cold wind and a ghostly aura. The voice didn't return, but 9972 knew he was still there, seemingly waiting for Zhuozhuo's response.
9972 hesitated. This was the first interaction between Zhuozhuo and Yang Fan. Should it intervene and wake Zhuozhuo up?
Before 9972 could dwell on it for long, Zhuozhuo, seemingly chilled by the ghostly energy, pushed it out of his arms, rolled over, and rolled in the opposite direction. He rolled again and again, still feeling cold. Zhuozhuo blearily opened his eyes, staring at the ghostly energy that obscured the sky, and said blankly, "The wind blew away the dark clouds."
A gentle and honest voice said, "This is not a dark cloud, this is my ghost energy."
Zhuozhuo wasn't afraid of the ghost's words, and asked curiously, "Who are you?"
"My name is Yang Fan."
"Uncle Yang Fan, hello, my name is Zhuo Zhuo."
"...Hello. Zhuozhuo."
Zhuozhuo giggled, reached out to grab the ghost spirit and played with it, saying in a baby voice, "Uncle Yangfan, are you playing hide-and-seek?"
There was no response this time. After a while, Zhuozhuo said again, "Uncle, please move the ghost energy away and block the sun. It's cool. If Zhuozhuo falls asleep, he'll catch a cold."
There was another silence, which almost removed the ghost energy that enveloped Zhuozhuo, but there was still a very thin layer left in the sky, making the sunlight less glaring and hot when shining on Zhuozhuo.
Zhuozhuo blinked and said sweetly, "Thank you, Uncle Yang Fan."
She rolled over in her messy coat and quickly fell asleep.
The small square returned to silence, but the ghostly aura was still lingering, like a silent mountain, blocking the wind and the sun for Zhuozhuo.
9972 watched in fear, then gradually calmed down. Then he remembered that Yang Fan wouldn't be able to defeat a preschooler. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who believed in him, allowing his demonic power to spread across the globe. Although this world is crazy, most people still have a very positive outlook on life.
Zhuozhuo didn't sleep for long before waking up hungry. She groaned as she opened her eyes, got up, and looked around. No one was in sight. The convenience store, restaurant, and drink shop were all closed. A wave of panic and loneliness, a feeling of being the only one left in the world, washed over her. Zhuozhuo's face wrinkled, and she was about to burst into tears.
"Zhuozhuo." Yang Fan's voice was a little sleepy.
Zhuozhuo was stunned for a moment, then remembered, "Uncle Yang Fan."
She hugged the ghost energy, like a lost little animal finding its mother.
Yang Fan: "Where do you live? Go back quickly and let your parents keep an eye on you."
"I don't know where my home is." Zhuozhuo suddenly remembered a bunch of things he had said before and said slowly, "Uncle Yang Fan, Zhuozhuo has heard of your name."
After a moment of silence, Yang Fan suddenly turned indifferent, "Oh."
He gathered his ghost energy and was about to leave, but was hugged by Zhuo Zhuo again, "Uncle Yang Fan, can you sleep well now?"
The threatening ghost energy suddenly shrank into a ball, like a hedgehog helplessly pressing down its spikes. After a moment, the ghost energy expanded back to its original shape. Yang Fan said indifferently, "Did your parents teach you to say that? This is the first time someone cares about me, but don't tell such lies again. I'll take you to the police station, and the sheriff will take you home."
Zhuozhuo said ignorantly: "Uncle Yang Fan is my father."
"I'm not your father."
"Uncle Yang Fan's home is Zhuo Zhuo's home."
“…”
Yang Fan stopped talking to Zhuo Zhuo, and used his ghost energy to wrap her up and threw her in front of the police station.
Zhuozhuo felt her vision blur and she was standing in an unfamiliar place. She looked around and opened her mouth to scream, but a sheriff's sister rushed over, covered her mouth, picked her up, and rushed back.
Zhuozhuo was placed on a chair with headphones on. He heard a gentle voice ask, "Little friend, let's play a game. I'll ask you questions and you'll answer them, but you can't speak. You can only nod or shake your head. If you speak, you lose the game. But if you hold on and don't say anything, I'll reward you with a lollipop. Okay?"
The sheriff stood ready beside Zhuozhuo, ready to mute his microphone at any moment. Zhuozhuo was very confident, nodding vigorously with his mouth tightly shut. His bright eyes seemed to speak: "Okay, okay, let's get started!"
"Little boy, can't you find your parents?"
Zhuozhuo nodded. Yes, yes, the ghost energy brought her here and then disappeared.
"Do you remember where you lost your parents? Do you know their cell phone numbers? Can you remember where you live?"
Zhuozhuo shook his head at all three questions.
The sheriff gave Zhuozhuo a lollipop, but when he noticed her stomach growling, his expression tightened and he quickly arranged a table full of snacks for her. Meanwhile, the sheriff ran facial recognition on Zhuozhuo, but Curry didn't have her information, so he decided to wait and see if anyone called the police. However, after an afternoon, Zhuozhuo had become almost familiar with everyone, and no one had reported her missing, leaving them with a quandary about where to leave her that night.
Zhuozhuo saw that his uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters were all very worried, so he tilted his head and whispered, "Zhuozhuo, call daddy, come out."
The sheriff's sister was surprised: "Zhuozhuo, did you remember Dad's cell phone number?"
Zhuozhuo shook her head. She ran to the door, looked up at the sky and shouted, "Uncle Yang Fan!"
The sheriff, who had followed him, turned pale, and passersby instinctively fled. "Yang Fan" had become a taboo word in this world; parents wouldn't name their children that. The sheriff, fearless, rushed forward to embrace Zhuo Zhuo, determined to claim he was the one who called out the name when the ghostly aura attacked.
The ghostly aura appeared silently and swiftly. The sheriff covered Zhuo Zhuo's mouth and was about to speak when she felt a strong force push her away. Zhuo Zhuo in her arms shouted happily, "Uncle Yang Fan!"
Zhuozhuo grunted as she helped the sheriff's sister to her feet, twisting her little body and throwing herself at the ghost. She didn't fall to the ground, nor was she pushed away. The terrifying ghost was held like a doll, and inexplicably revealed a hint of well-behaved and innocent cuteness.
"Uncle Yang Fan, you're my dad." Zhuo Zhuo said childishly, "Everyone's getting off work, so Daddy will take me home. It's getting dark, so let's eat and go to sleep."
The sheriff felt her heart nearly stop at Zhuozhuo's words. She stared at the ghost energy nervously, ready to rush to save him the moment Yang Fan made a move. Just as she was on edge, she heard an unfamiliar male voice, "Didn't you find Zhuozhuo's parents?"
It wasn't until Zhuozhuo looked over that the sheriff realized it was Yang Fan asking her. She stuttered for a moment before saying, "Zhuozhuo's information doesn't currently match any of the missing children, but we'll take his blood tomorrow for a genetic comparison."
Yang Fan: "Zhuozhuo, where are you staying tonight?"
The sheriff whispered, "According to procedure, Zhuozhuo should be sent to an orphanage, but the people there can also take her home and take care of her after registration."
Yang Fan didn't say anything, as if he was thinking. Zhuozhuo grabbed a ball of mist and tugged at it, humming, "Dad! Zhuozhuo lives at Dad's house!"
She doesn't want to be a homeless child!
The sheriff was worried about Zhuozhuo again, but Yang Fan seemed to have unusual patience with Zhuozhuo. He said gently, "I don't have a home."
After death, he turned into a ghost and wandered around. Everywhere was his shelter, but nowhere was his home.
Zhuozhuo chuckled and said childishly and proudly, "When Zhuozhuo and Dad are together, we are home."
The ghost energy she held shrank back a bit, but soon returned. Yang Fan said softly, "I'll take you to a hotel first. Miss Sheriff, I'll take Zhuo Zhuo in for testing tomorrow."
"Ah, okay, wait a minute!"
The sheriff mustered up the courage to say, "You are not Zhuozhuo's father. If you take Zhuozhuo away, you must register him."
Zhuozhuo once again tightened his grip and said unhappily, "Yang Fan is Zhuozhuo's father."
Yang Fan didn't say anything. Zhuo Zhuo said loudly, "You should say, 'I am Zhuo Zhuo's father'!"
Hiss, this decibel!
The sheriff reduced his presence, no longer prone to anxiety, and waited patiently for Yang Fan's reaction. After Yang Fan's death, his twenty-five years of life had been turned upside down, becoming known to almost everyone. Yang Fan was an orphan, single for twenty-five years, never even in a relationship, so naturally, he had no children. Furthermore, Zhuozhuo saw that the child was about three years old, and since Yang Fan had been dead for ten years, there was no way he could have had a child that old.
Hmm... maybe it can make people have ghost babies? No one knows what abilities Yang Fan, who is about to become a ghost god, has.
The sheriff's expression was solemn as he imagined it himself.
Yang Fan seemed unable to bear Zhuozhuo's pestering, and said honestly with some helplessness: "Zhuozhuo, you can't just call anyone...Ghost Dad. That ghost is your father. I am not your biological father. If you can't find your parents, I will adopt you. I am your father."
The sheriff was touched. Although the evil spirit Yang Fan attacked people at random, he was still very law-abiding in other aspects. Haha, this crazy world.
Everyone present thought Zhuozhuo would still make a scene, but unexpectedly, the little girl waved her hand and said with a childish but domineering and confident manner, "Okay, you guys look for it. I'll let you..." She tried hard to search her vocabulary and uttered two words in a resounding voice, "Give up!"
Everyone almost laughed.
After the sheriff gritted his teeth and registered Yang Fan's basic information and the address he planned to take Zhuozhuo to live, a colleague, with exceptional mental fortitude, said, "Mr. Yang Fan, the hotel costs money, and the expenses you incur while taking care of Zhuozhuo will all be reimbursed. If it's inconvenient for you, I can cover the cost for you."
Yang Fan said politely, "Thank you. I booked this hotel for one night before I died, but I haven't checked in yet. No need to pay extra."
Everyone suddenly remembered that Yang Fan was going to stay in a hotel, and when he heard the neighbors' words in the living room, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and he picked up a kitchen knife and went on a killing spree. Now that Yang Fan had taken Zhuo Zhuo to stay in a hotel, the staff and guests in the hotel would have to flee for their lives overnight, right?
The sheriff smiled and said, "Mr. Yang Fan, I'll accompany you and Zhuo Zhuo to check in. This is also our duty. We need to confirm the whereabouts of the lost children."
In fact, the best way is for the sheriff to bring Zhuo Zhuo in, and Yang Fan floats in through the window himself.
But no one dared to bring it up, for fear of irritating him.
Before Yang Fan could say anything, the sweet and cute Zhuozhuo said softly, "Thank you, sister. Zhuozhuo and dad can go by themselves. Sister, please get off work. Let's go to Xuan Milk Tea Hotpot. Sister has been saying that she wants to show off this afternoon."
Zhuozhuo shook the ghost in his arms, shaking his head and jumping around happily.
The sheriff's smile was about to break. The little guy really didn't know that Yang Fan could scare people to death. This was a statement, not an exaggeration.
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