Chapter 242 Chapter 242 Honest Dad (End)...
"Children, school is almost over. Let's put away our toys and line up in front of the teacher."
The teachers and teaching assistants always pay attention to the children they are responsible for, and are the first to step forward when the children encounter difficulties or ask for help. The two teaching assistants in charge of Zhuozhuo looked at her lovingly as she put the puzzle pieces into the box one by one, but in the next second, in the blink of an eye, Zhuozhuo, who was sitting on the carpet, disappeared.
The two teaching assistants searched frantically but couldn't find Zhuozhuo in the classroom. They asked the teaching assistant guarding the door, but he hadn't seen anyone leave either. The homeroom teacher noticed something unusual and saw it was Zhuozhuo's teaching assistant. Her heart skipped a beat. She walked over and asked, "What's wrong? Where's Zhuozhuo?"
"Zhuozhuo is missing." The teaching assistant was panicked and desperate.
The homeroom teacher immediately called the police, then reported it to the principal and notified the security department to check the surveillance footage. Zhuozhuo was no ordinary child. If Yang Fan lost control and went berserk because of her disappearance, the consequences would be disastrous.
Government security personnel stationed near the kindergarten cordoned off the premises within three minutes and took over the investigation. The teachers and teaching assistants were interviewed individually. Before any results were found, the head of the security department, who had personally arrived at the scene, received news that Yang Fan had also disappeared and could not be contacted.
Five minutes later, after watching the surveillance footage of Yang Fan disappearing at the kindergarten gate ten times, the section chief and the director of the public security station exchanged a heavy look. It was obvious that Yang Fan had been lured away by something. This was a premeditated kidnapping of Zhuozhuo.
Zhuozhuo fell to the ground, dizzy and dazed. She didn't have time to rub her buttocks before her neck stretched out and she started to vomit. Just as she finished vomiting, she wiped her mouth and looked up to see a skinny old man across from her clutching his chest, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
After spitting out blood, the skinny old man raised his head tremblingly, staring at the air with cloudy old eyes, and said in fear: "Quick, quick..."
His head drooped and his whole body became motionless.
"Ghost Master? Tell me what happened."
A strange man bent over and walked forward, called out twice cautiously, and stretched out his hand to test the old man's breath. The moment he touched it, a piece of the old man's exposed skin fell off, like the dry bark on a dead tree that falls off at the touch.
The man suddenly trembled like a sieve, his voice trembling, "The ghost~ is~ coming~"
Zhuozhuo felt that the word "ghosts and gods" sounded familiar. She stretched her neck and was about to ask something when she was suddenly picked up. She turned around angrily and saw Yang Fan's wooden face. She immediately smiled and said, "Dad!"
"shining."
The ghostly aura enveloped Zhuo Zhuo as he examined her twice, discovering scrapes and bruises. A wave of emotion stirred beneath Yang Fan's calm expression as he glanced coldly around. Many people, standing and sitting in the vast abandoned factory, were terrified. Some cowered, some stood in awe, some glared at him, and some gnashed their teeth in hatred.
Yang Fan didn't care why these people did this, nor did he want to know what grudges he had with them. He covered his burning ears, and the ghost energy spread like an explosion, silently, quickly, and irresistibly enveloping everyone and plundering their life energy.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Zhuozhuo shook his little head to avoid Yang Fan's hand, staring at the thick ghostly aura with wide eyes, feeling that something was happening somewhere he couldn't see. There was a dull thud, like someone hitting a wall or falling to the ground. Zhuozhuo pricked up his ears like a alert little rabbit, "Dad!"
The ghostly aura wrapped the struggling person tighter. Yang Fan walked out holding Zhuo Zhuo and said gently, "It's foggy. Maybe the wind blew something down. Let's go home quickly."
Zhuozhuo rolled over in Yang Fan's arms, looked back, waved his little hands and said loudly: "Grandpa, you're vomiting blood, please go to the hospital quickly and let the doctor treat you. Bye~"
Yang Fan avoided Zhuozhuo's injuries and pressed her back into his arms. "There are many of his friends here. We can send him to the hospital if necessary. Zhuozhuo, tell me how you got here from kindergarten."
Zhuozhuo said dazedly, "Zhuozhuo was sorting his toys, and he felt dizzy and fell down here. It seemed like Daddy's ghost spirit brought Zhuozhuo here. But it was very fierce and hurt Zhuozhuo, and it didn't seem like Daddy's ghost spirit at all."
"It's definitely not Dad's ghost energy. It's the bad guys who teamed up with the evil spirits to kidnap you." Yang Fan patiently explained to Zhuo Zhuo, "There might be accomplices of the bad guys in the kindergarten. Zhuo Zhuo, can you not go to the kindergarten for the next few days?"
"Okay." Zhuozhuo hugged Yang Fan's neck and said childishly, "The bad guys want to do bad things to Dad, but they can't beat Dad, so we have to put Zhuozhuo in front as a shield!"
The corners of Yang Fan's mouth curled up slightly, and he said firmly, "Zhuozhuo, Dad will never let the bad guys succeed. This time it was Dad's negligence, and it won't happen again."
"Dad, what happened? Did you neglect it?"
"They used the voices that Dad hated to lure Dad away. Dad was stupid and fell into the trap. When he found out that Zhuozhuo had been forcibly taken away, although he tracked him down immediately, he still caused Zhuozhuo to fall and get injured." Yang Fan's low voice was filled with sadness and self-blame. Zhuozhuo was afraid and in pain because of his danger, and his ghost energy was rolling silently.
Warm little hands covered his face, Yang Fan paused, holding his breath and waiting for the judgment from Zhuo Zhuo.
"Dad, you're so awesome!" Zhuozhuo said proudly, "The bad guy tricked Dad away, but Dad found out so quickly and found Zhuozhuo so quickly. Dad is awesome!"
"Zhuozhuo doesn't blame daddy? It was daddy who got Zhuozhuo into trouble."
Zhuozhuo tilted his head and said in surprise, "Why, blame Daddy? Zhuozhuo likes Daddy. Bad guys do bad things, and Zhuozhuo hates bad guys. Daddy, let's find the sheriff and catch the bad guys!"
"Okay, I'll contact the police station when I get home."
The director of the Public Security Office and the head of the Security Section arrived very quickly. When they arrived, Yang Fan was still applying medicine to Zhuo Zhuo and ignored them. The section chief didn't know what to say. The director and Zhuo Zhuo had met once before, so he said shamelessly, "Zhuo Zhuo, do you remember me? When you were in the Public Security Office, my subordinates played with you."
Zhuozhuo's eyes were blank. She remembered the sheriff's sister, but she had no impression of the director. However, Zhuozhuo was a polite child and would not deliberately make people feel awkward. She said softly, "Hello, uncle. Hello to you too, uncle."
The two uncles breathed a sigh of relief, their faces beaming with joy. The director said, "Zhaozhuo must have been frightened and injured this time. This is the kindergarten's responsibility, and we will definitely compensate them accordingly."
This compensation will definitely come from the government and will be very sincere.
Zhuozhuo shook his head and said, "I'm not scared. Daddy found Zhuozhuo in no time~"
During the awkward back-and-forth conversation, Yang Fan applied the medicine to Zhuo Zhuo and put her on the ground to let her take a few steps. After Zhuo Zhuo stood up, she jumped up from the spot, laughed heartily, and ran away. When Yang Fan caught her, she fell on him like a boneless person, and said in a baby voice, "Daddy, Zhuo Zhuo doesn't feel any pain anymore."
"Even if it doesn't hurt, you can't run around. Behave yourself today." Yang Fan said with a straight face.
Zhuozhuo made a face and was picked up by Yang Fan and put into a chair next to the dining table. "Eat."
Zhuozhuo immediately raised her hands, and Yang Fan tacitly took out a wet tissue to wipe her hands. She looked at the director and the section chief and politely invited them, "Uncle, come and have dinner!"
"Thank you, Zhuozhuo. We have eaten."
The two glanced at Yang Fan briefly, then wisely went out and took a walk in the garden. They had originally thought they would have a chance to talk to him after Yang Fan had taken care of Zhuo Zhuo and coaxed him to sleep, but unexpectedly, a ghostly aura condensed on the chair in the garden and said coldly, "Speak."
The two were so frightened that they almost jumped up. After they realized what was happening, they immediately explained their findings in detail, emphasizing that "these people wanted to kill Zhuozhuo to avenge you because you had killed their family members and friends."
Ghostly energy surged, and the chair withered and rotted into fragments. A murderous aura lingered in the air. The two men broke out in cold sweats, but they didn't regret their words at all. Because they were even more afraid of Zhuo Zhuo getting into trouble than Yang Fan. They had to let Yang Fan know what Zhuo Zhuo had almost encountered, to prioritize his safety, and to have him protect him even more closely in the future!
It's time to clean up those dangerous elements who are colluding with evil spirits.
The two of them felt like they were living in an age, and just when they were about to give up, the ghost energy suddenly gathered and dispersed in all directions.
Zhuozhuo gulped down her mushroom soup and told Yang Fan that there was a big red mushroom on the classroom wall and that she liked to count the dots on its cap. Suddenly, the little girl remembered something, "Dad! Zhuozhuo didn't say goodbye to the teachers and the other kids!"
"After dinner, call your teachers and classmates."
"Okay~"
Life returned to normal. After Zhuozhuo and Yang Fan made mooncakes themselves, he became obsessed with making interesting food, often creating something cute in shape but with a hard-to-describe taste. Yang Fan ate it all without batting an eyelid, not wasting a single bit, leading 9972 to quietly tease him about whether he was a ghost or a trash can.
As he was putting on his thick coat, a howling north wind blew in. Zhuozhuo was playing in the garden, stepping on fallen leaves. Suddenly, he looked up at the sky and said in a daze, "Dad, the sky has changed. It's different."
Yang Fan said calmly, "That's right. Many things can't be solved by individual efforts. We need to establish rules."
Violence cannot solve any problem. If you want to achieve your goal, you must use civilized means.
Zhuozhuo grew increasingly bewildered, but 9972, nearly shattered by shock, spoke numbly in a mechanical voice: "Baby, this small world has been transformed into a rule-based world. Ever since you were kidnapped, Yang Fan has been using force to "friendly" communicate with the consciousness of this small world, forcing it to agree to the transformation. The first rule of this small world is that "intelligent creatures may not directly or indirectly emit or create sounds exceeding 50 decibels.""
"What does 50 decibels sound like?"
[Don't worry about the baby. The underlying logic that Yang Fan carved into the small world is, "Zhuozhuo is not bound by rules."]
9972 was a bit dazed, but also felt that Yang Fan's brilliant move was quite good. When the prohibition of loud voices becomes a rule, it will be firmly ingrained in everyone's subconscious. People will instinctively follow the rules, just like obeying the rules that "being injured hurts, drowning will kill, and eating when hungry" is a rule.
In this way, the number of people who break the rules will drop sharply, Yang Fan will no longer have to kill people, nor will he have to endure and suppress himself. The small world will continue to evolve, and all three parties will have a bright future.
Since entering this small world, 9972 had been wondering how the mission would be completed. During its evolution, this small world had two possible failure scenarios. One was that Yang Fan continued to kill, and eventually, the world would be utterly silent, leading to its demise. The other was that Yang Fan suppressed his aversion to noise, attempting to control his murderous intent. Ultimately, his repression reached its limit, triggering a backlash, and an eruption of ghostly energy instantly claimed everyone's lives, sending the small world into ruin.
Unexpectedly, Yang Fan, who still had some sense, would choose to set rules for his small world. If he couldn't change himself, then he would change the world.
There's a fine line between genius and madness.
Zhuozhuo seemed to understand, but she didn't ask 9972 any questions. Instead, she ran to Yang Fan, put her arms around his neck, and asked, "Dad, the situation has changed. Has it hurt you?"
"It's beneficial and harmless."
Yang Fan stared at Zhuo Zhuo's face and said with a smile, "I bought a dumpling-making tool and some colorful fruit and vegetable powder. I want to make dumplings with you on New Year's Eve. But the New Year is still two months away..."
When he established the rules for the small world, he needed to merge a portion of himself with the small world's consciousness, thereby learning more about Zhuozhuo's origins and realizing that her soul was suffering from an overload of emotions. Every day Zhuozhuo stayed in the small world, and every day her feelings for him deepened, made her situation even more precarious.
We can make dumplings anytime, but Zhuozhuo is leaving today.
Yang Fan said, "Zhuozhuo, Dad will come find you."
Zhuozhuo said seriously, "Dad, I've completed my mission. There will be many rewards. Zhuozhuo, come and take me to enjoy life!"
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