Chapter 65
Xiao Luo's voice stopped abruptly. She paused for two seconds, then jumped up angrily, "Dad, how can you only focus on these things!"
Fyodor, somewhat helplessly, said with a smile, "I'm sorry."
Xiao Luo gave a perfunctory reply, then angrily pointed outside the door and shouted, "Dad, aren't you a policeman? Hurry up and arrest those unscrupulous merchants outside!"
Fyodor... a policeman?
The black-haired young man stared blankly at the little girl, and Gogol, who had quietly approached with ice cream, was also stunned.
Then a joyful laugh rang out in the air, and with a flash of golden light, a man appeared out of thin air. He smiled, spun around, and waved his cloak.
"Feijia, Feijia, here you go!" He happily jumped over, handing over a strawberry-flavored ice cream, and said cheerfully, "Look, it's strawberry-flavored ice cream! The clown brought this special treat to celebrate you becoming a policeman!"
Fyodor looked at the ice cream in the young man's hand with a headache, and then, thinking back to the little girl's exasperated appearance just now, he understood everything.
He sighed deeply: "Nikolai..."
"Dad, it's him!" Sure enough, the little girl next to him immediately pointed out Gogol.
"Hey, it's you, little Fyodor who has no money!" Gogol pretended to stuff the ice cream into Fyodor's hand, smiling as he covered half his face with his cloak.
Little Luo: !!!
Fortunately, just as the little girl was about to explode with anger, Fyodor intervened. He put the ice cream in the refrigerator next to him and said calmly, "Nikolai, there's something you should be interested in. Would you like to take a look?"
Gogol's attention was indeed drawn away. The young man closed the refrigerator and looked at the little girl next to him, who was angrily crossing her arms and tilting her head back.
After a two-second silence, she slowly said, "Do you want to stay here for a while? I'll take you to buy ice cream later."
Xiao Luo's words of refusal stopped on the tip of her tongue, and she barely managed to swallow them back.
"Fine," she said reluctantly.
The child, still standing there, watched the two figures leave, then slowly stared at the door leading into the basement, before moving to the refrigerator.
Gogol and Fyodor entered the room, and amidst the intricate, cold machinery, he keenly spotted the piece of paper. "Wow!"
The young man exclaimed, "What Little Fei Jia said is true! As your best friend, the Joker didn't even know you had a child! How sad!"
“Nikolai,” Fyodor said, forced to speak with a headache, “I only just found out myself.”
"This is what I hope you can help me with. After this, I will try to get arrested and taken to Moser Prison."
"Time is short, and I am unable to ascertain Xiao Luo's background at this time."
"However, based on her nature, I thought she would have the same characteristics as Sigma."
This was Fyodor's guess. He hadn't investigated Xiao Luo's background at all, and coupled with the fact that she had inherited his unique ability, Fyodor came to this conclusion.
Gogol, who was originally excited to explore the safe house, was immediately drawn over when he heard Fyodor's words.
Similar to Sigma, what are the characteristics of Sigma?
That only applies to books. Little Fedia is related to books, and her birth is based on Fyodor's, which means they must have similarities. It's even possible to know Fyodor's weaknesses through the child.
Gogol swallowed his refusal.
Fyodor quietly observed the other's expression, knowing that Gogol believed him.
He wouldn't give Xiao Luo to the other party, as perfectly replicating her abilities would also reveal his weakness to the enemy. However, he could lure her in and exploit her.
Fyodor is currently busy with the symbiotic plan, and he decides to use Gogol to achieve his own goals.
Gogol agreed, and after discussing the next steps, they finally left the basement.
The silver-haired youth leaped happily to Xiao Luo's side, gazing at the child with delight.
A hint of guilt flashed in the little girl's eyes, then she turned her head away angrily, not wanting to meet the bad guy's gaze.
"Little Luo, your name is Little Luo, right?" Gogol leaned closer with a smile, his voice suddenly rising, "A question! Do you know who the clown is?"
"Bad guy!" Xiao Luo said without hesitation, her firm tone making Gogol burst into laughter.
"That's right! The Joker is a big bad guy!"
So, here's the question! You little rascal, why did you steal the clown's ice cream?
Gogol stared at the pink stain around the little girl's mouth and asked with a grin.
Xiao Luo was surprised; why did he discover it so quickly?
The child's eyes darted around, then he met Gogol's gaze with unwavering conviction. "Uncle, you're wrong about that. There are so many people in the world, why are you specifically questioning Xiao Luo?"
Gogol was overjoyed. He reached out and poked Xiao Luo's cheek with his finger, grinning, "Is it really not Xiao Luo?"
"Uncle, why do you insist on asking Xiaoluo?" The little girl opened her large hand, which she had been happily playing with, and sighed. "There are so many people around, why don't you ask Dad or Ivan? Why do you have to ask me? Just because we had a little conflict before, are you going to doubt me?"
Trust between people is really hard to build.
Seeing Gogol's unmoved attitude, the child turned away in frustration, looking for help. She looked at Fyodor and said, "Daddy, I'm so sad. The world is so cold, and the prejudice between people is so terrible."
Besides, I don't like strawberry ice cream. Right?
Fyodor remained silent, looking at the little girl's mouth, which was surrounded by a ring of red, and the strawberry jam at the corner of her mouth.
He closed his eyes, sighed, picked up a wet wipe from the table, and wiped his face. He glanced at Gogol, who was clearly enthusiastic and unlikely to back out anytime soon.
Fyodor chose to reassure the child, saying, "You know, I believe you."
Xiao Luo was satisfied, but Gogol was not. His hand disappeared into thin air and then reappeared beside Xiao Luo.
He pointed to the little girl's wiped mouth and asked, pretending to be knowledgeable, "Then what is this?"
Little Luo paused, staring wide-eyed at Fyodor wiping her mouth.
Wait! Was she talking like that the whole time?
Fyodor nodded calmly, and although he did not speak, everything was understood without words.
Little girl: ……
She bravely persevered and firmly said, "It's probably because Xiao Luo ate strawberry jam and cold cream. Why insist that Xiao Luo ate strawberry ice cream?"
Even if Xiao Luo ate the strawberry ice cream, it doesn't necessarily mean it belonged to Uncle. There are so many ice creams in the world, why does Uncle insist that Xiao Luo ate his?
Even if Uncle's ice cream disappeared, it could have suddenly grown legs and run away. Why insist that Little Luo ate it?
Alas, the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. Uncle, you've disappointed Xiao Luo so much.
It's clear that the young girl is truly desperate and has no other choice.
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