Chapter 307 Luck Progress Bar: 90
The streets were even quieter; it seemed that even the chirping of insects could not be heard.
110 silently met her gaze; this was the first time in four years that He had approached Tu Yao.
The changes between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two are not as easily noticeable as those between the ages of five and sixteen.
She was still the same as before, with mud stains on the hem of her clothes, her hands covered in dust, and some dried dirt on the back of her hands.
He was thin and frail, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.
The only difference is that He hasn't heard Tu Yao call Him "Little Daddy" for a long time.
110 repeated: 【You used to call me Little Daddy.】
Tu Yao stared at him without blinking, then suddenly turned her back: "I won't call you that."
110: [?]
Before He could speak, Tu Yao looked up again and said seriously, "Unless you tell me what Xiao Chi really sacrificed."
"Don't tell me it's about health. I know it's not just about health, nor is it just about lifespan."
It should be something more fundamental.
She wasn't unaware that in those thirteen episodes of the variety show, Tu Chaoxi's scandals were clarified one by one, intentionally or unintentionally, along with Nan Ke's repeated water calamities.
Looking back now, everything about it seemed strange.
Perhaps that thing is the key to understanding all their past experiences.
110: [...]
A long-lost sense of helplessness suddenly welled up in the usually rigid and impartial procedures of the 110 emergency hotline.
In just two short days, even though Tu Yao had lost those memories, she quickly filled in almost all the gaps.
He sighed: "That's not what you really want to know."
His silly daughter now wants to know most about how to ensure the smooth integration of the two worlds.
“Yes,” Tu Yao shrugged, “but you definitely won’t tell me.”
The mechanical voice of 110 was obscure: "Why do you think I won't tell you?"
Tu Yao blurted out, "Because you can't say it."
"If you could tell me, Koike already knew."
Since there are unnatural things in this world, there should also be unnatural rules.
110 was speechless.
This has always been the case; Tu Yao has never proactively asked Him any questions about the progress bar.
Even after learning that the source of everything was His divine will, she still gathered all the information by herself and painstakingly pieced together the truth.
She sees things more clearly and understands them better than anyone else.
Tu Yao was getting tired of standing, so she plopped down on the ground. "Besides, even if I could tell you, you wouldn't want to tell me."
"You just want me to make choices without any burden."
After a pause, Tu Yao continued, "But I want to know."
"Just tell me what you used to link the two worlds."
"Little Father."
110 thought, "He shouldn't have come out tonight."
Tu Xiaomao always manages to easily guide everyone into her train of thought and her process.
Even if He is not human.
Or perhaps it's because He could never refuse any of Tu Yao's requests.
With just one word, "little daddy," he lost all his principles.
In the quiet night, one blue light after another gently circled around Tu Yao.
Above, the mechanical sounds seemed like a helpless compromise, or perhaps the most ordinary answer.
110: [Fortune.]
Tu Yao's entire body stiffened instantly, and she abruptly looked up.
Just those two short words triggered a flurry of fragmented memories in my mind.
It's a progress bar that keeps adding and subtracting.
It was the sound of her and Big Fatty crying as they were being chased and beaten.
It was her little mushroom house.
These are gifts exchanged between them and Wolf Fang time and time again.
Using the identity of Tu Xiaomao, he gets closer to Tu Chaoxi and Nan Ke in each recording session.
...
The thirteen episodes of the variety show she had watched seemed to be permanently etched into her mind.
These fragmented, disjointed memories can serve as a key to unlocking the past.
Tu Yao slowly raised her head.
Her slightly pale face stood out against the night sky as she looked at the blue orb of light and grinned.
"...Thank you, little dad."
Tu Yao stared intently at the ball of light before her.
"Little Dad, you're even more radiant than before."
"Dad, have I grown a little taller than before?"
She smiled and said, "I've grown three centimeters taller!"
110 didn't say anything, just silently looked at her.
A few seconds later, Tu Yao's seemingly casual, tentative voice rang out again.
"...Father, since what connects the two worlds is destiny, isn't the key to merging the two worlds also destiny?"
Four years later, the mechanical voice of 110 couldn't hold back any longer and once again let out a helpless sigh.
This is Tu Xiaomao's real purpose.
Try to apply the logic of another problem to a related one.
"Little Daddy?"
Seeing that 110 didn't speak, Tu Yao continued to probe: "For example... having luck that is simultaneously bound to two worlds?"
110: [...]
"But Xiaochi's luck can only link, not merge, the two worlds, which means that not everyone's luck can be bound together."
"Just like the herbs I cultivate in the laboratory, not all soils are suitable for them to be grown locally."
"At this point, I usually add the laboratory soil and nutrient solution to the ordinary soil in the correct proportion to see if the herbs can take root successfully."
Tu Yao continued speaking, sentence by sentence.
"Not everyone's luck can facilitate the fusion of two worlds..."
After a pause, she looked up and said softly, "What about my luck?"
"I have existed in two worlds. Would it be enough to let my fortune take root in both worlds at the same time?"
...
The blue orb trembled slightly, but remained silent.
There was neither agreement nor disagreement.
Tu Yao's eyes gradually brightened; she knew she was right!
"Little Father!"
"Little Daddy, Little Daddy!"
The number 110 is being called so many times it's giving me a headache.
He said helplessly, "You currently lack luck."
Four years ago, until Tu Yao left this world, she never had the chance to generate her own true destiny.
The last ten percent of her luck is still hidden in her body, supporting her life.
Tu Yao was taken aback.
After a moment of silence, he looked up again and said, "Since I don't have any, I will try my best to generate my own fortune."
The police officer looked at her and said, "You've worked so hard for so long, wouldn't it be nice to rest?"
He will never take back the good fortune He bestowed upon her, and she can live freely and happily for the rest of her life.
There's no need to limit yourself or put any pressure on yourself.
Tu Yao looked at Him quietly, then suddenly interrupted: "Since there are no limits, you allow me to be an ordinary person, but you must also allow me to be a great person."
110 per meal.
"Little father, I will work hard for the result I want."
"That's something I never finished doing."
"Little Daddy, please stay with me a little longer."
After an unknown amount of time, 110: 【...Okay.】
Tu Yao chuckled.
...
Late at night, Tu Yao looked up and quietly gazed at the sky above, where a bluish horizontal stripe was peeling away from the orb of light.
Four years later, it happened to her for the second time.
Luck progress bar: 90
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Shark fin: There were some foreshadowing elements regarding the small hairy herbal medicine section before, but after reviewing it now, I realized that it wasn't buried enough. I apologize if you feel that the information is not adequately laid out in the following reading.
We're wrapping up now. Thank you everyone for reading this far. *bows*
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