Chapter 353 Lin Hainan's Envoy

Another Lin?

Lin An was stunned at first, then reacted.

This strange mysterious person is most likely the messenger sent by Lin Hainan and the conservative family!

Calculating the time, it has been about half a year since he landed on the Kuba River.

The messenger arrived as promised.

"When did he come?" Lin An asked Misulu.

"Two nights ago. This guy's mystery... is quite powerful. The strange thing is that he has no hostility." Misulu said reluctantly, "When he was trapped by the [Prophet], he never even resisted, just sat there quietly."

Like Atiksha of [Brahma], most conservative mystics don't like to fight.

Lin An thought for a while and decided to meet Lin Hainan's messenger immediately.

No matter how peaceful a person is, he will inevitably complain if he is left alone for a long time.

After briefly explaining the subsequent precautions, Lin An rushed to the presidential palace along the dirt road of Kinshasha.

The roads leading to Ngaliema and Gombe were unobstructed. The high wall separating the rich area from the rest of Kinshasa had been damaged in the war. Instead of rebuilding it, Shijishu builder Fu Bin chose to have the construction team start paving the road.

The half-built cement avenue gradually connected the entire city together, and a slight stench came to the face. It was the construction team rebuilding the messy underground waterway.

The only thing that made Lin An frown was that the wall that was once covered with presidential posters was still covered with colorful political images. The person who replaced Tshisekedi was Misulu.

Well, he was canvassing for votes in the next presidential election.

A closer look showed that the poster also had the pattern of the World Tree. Perhaps this would also help to increase the popularity of the World Tree and himself. Lin An thought to himself.

The most urgent thing was to rush to the presidential palace, and he put all the distractions behind him.

The scene changed from the dust flying during the construction to tranquility, and a private garden with clusters of flowers and green grass came into view.

The water column of the central fountain splashed high, reflecting a colorful rainbow in the sun.

The moment Lin An stepped in, everything around him was swallowed by the spiral twist, and the raised water droplets, lush flowers and trees, and the Roman-style gate began to collapse inward.

The shadow of a giant snake flashed by, it hissed at Lin An, and then drilled into the inside of the spiral.

The vortex extended outward, and the scene of the presidential palace reappeared.

Lin An, who had fought with the [Prophet], understood that although it looked no different from the scene just now, the time in this space had begun to repeat infinitely.

The thick python coiled half of its body in the white arch, and the color that was too gorgeous to be dangerous reflected the dizzying light. It spit out its core and lowered its huge head.

"Zai, long time no see." Lin An stroked the cold nose of the python with his hand, "Are you still used to the life in Kinshasa?"

Half a month after the World Tree occupied Kinshasa, Zai took some of Mbambuka's [Four Living Gods] members to the capital. Lin An asked it to continue guarding the presidential palace, making it a "safe house".

The "God of Truth" is not good at fighting, nor does it like conflicts. According to Lin An's observation, once they participate in a dispute, they need to remain neutral for a long time to digest the increased pollution during the period.

Therefore, Zai is only suitable to guard the base camp.

In a sense, this mysterious person is regarded as the "guardian beast of the sect" I raised...

"I have no past memories, and it's the same novelty everywhere." Zai tilted his inverted triangle head, "Forest Ranger, I have completed my work."

Since losing his memory, this source-level mysterious person has lost his memory like a newborn baby, and is extremely dependent on Lin An and the World Tree.

Even though he has more power than the rangers, Zai is willing to obey the authority level of the World Tree and complete the tasks assigned to it as the captain of the punishment team.

"Well done." Lin An nodded slightly.

"I also made a gift for you." The python rolled up a handmade product with its tail, "Here, take it."

"..."

Initially, the civil department reported that Zai had been sleeping and nothing could arouse his interest.

For the mysterious, it is easy to have wild thoughts in an idle life, which can seriously lead to uncontrolled pollution, so Lin An tentatively gave Zai a set of woodworking tools.

From then on, this guy was like a switch was turned off, and he used his tail to pull the saw every day, and it was out of control.

In addition to guarding the presidential palace and dealing with emergencies, Zai immersed himself in his workbench and even helped Fu Bin's construction team make some temporary wooden tools.

If I remember correctly, "Zai" is indeed an ordinary carpenter, and the pastor who lived in his mind later was the real prophet of the [Four Living Gods]

Can its current performance be understood as Zai's personality taking over?

Lin An took the gift with mixed feelings. It turned out to be a small child puppet wrapped in hemp rope.

"I have one too." Zai raised the tip of his tail, which was curled with a bearded man puppet. "I don't know why, but carving these two images makes me feel very happy, and I think you must have one."

Could it be that these two puppets represent Zai's subconscious longing for his dead son? Or are they the embodiment of the prophet's deep desire to start a family?

In any case, Lin An's mouth twitched and he put away the puppet.

I treat you as a subordinate, and you actually want to be my father.

He had planned to kill Zai once he showed abnormal behavior, clean his memory, and collect new entries and a large amount of media by the way. It seems that it is no longer necessary.

What kind of threat can a guy who indulges in handicrafts every day pose?

Regardless of whether killing Zai would cause its pollution level to get out of control and fall into madness, Lin An was not sure that Zai, whose memory was blank for the third time, could have such a harmless character.

"Thank you, [Prophet]." He brought the topic to a more formal level, "Where is the person you trapped?"

"He's not here, come with me."

The python squirmed along the edge of the arch. The bright patterns on its body made people dizzy. It was difficult to grasp its exact position and direction with the naked eye. Lin An controlled the [One Eye of God] and saw Zai crawling towards the city opposite the Presidential Palace at an extremely fast speed. go.

Turning the [Philosopher's Stone], he activated the air flow technique to follow.

A low red-roofed building appeared, with a few egg-yellow lanterns floating in the wind hanging on its eaves, a few broken plastic stools and plastic tables at the door, and a string of sunny dolls hanging at the door full of oil smoke.

If it weren't for the war-damaged decoration, it would look a bit like a nondescript building that would appear in Chinatown in Eagle Country.

However, there is no Chinatown in Kinshasa, and even the stubborn Zhongzhou people dare not start a business in the Bantu, where the climate is harsh and the public security is chaotic, let alone settle down.

This place was originally called "Zhongzhou Chowder", a restaurant opened by a mixed-race owner from a certain country in Central China and a Bantu native.

Due to the recent civil war, the place has been deserted, and the life or death of the restaurant owner is unknown.

Lin An took a breath. In addition to the lingering mixed stench of garbage, sewers and animal carcasses, there was also a hint of fragrant smell in the air.

He was familiar with this smell, the special aroma of fresh garlic stir-fried over high heat.

Is someone cooking?

Zai rolled his body into a ball and hid in the shadow of the street corner. Lin An also landed and observed the "Zhongzhou Chowder" restaurant from a distance as the oil smoke drifted out.

"...The lake there is always clear, the air there is full of tranquility, and the snow-white moon illuminates the earth, hiding your deepest secrets..."

The sound of the spatula stopped, and along with a slightly off-key ditty, a figure opened the curtain at the door and walked out with a plate of steaming dishes.

He placed the plate on the plastic table and turned to where Lin An and Zai were.

This man is about 20 to 30 years old. His skin is the color of chocolate, his facial features are delicate, and he has some shadows of Zhongzhou people, but his eyes are blue that is unique to the Xizhou people.

When their eyes met, Lin An suddenly had a strange illusion.

He seemed to be looking into a mirror.

"You must be Mr. Xiao Lin." The young man said with a smile, speaking an authentic Beijing movie, "I'm sorry for being a bit late. I thought you were in the Bantu Rainforest that Mr. Lin mentioned... and it was hard for me to make a fool of myself."

"It's too difficult to stay in that primitive world for half a year." Lin An stepped out of the shadows on the street corner and stared into the young man's sapphire eyes, "What do you call him?"

"Stingle Nahe." The young man held up the bowl in his hand with a smile, "I used the things I found inside to make a bowl of fried pork liver. Unfortunately, the noodles have not risen yet. Mr. Xiaolin, can we eat together?"

What an obvious fake name.

Seeing Lin An's slight hesitation, the young man who called himself Stingle Nach suddenly understood. He quickly took out a silver radio-like object from his pocket. After a few operations, a clear male voice came from inside.

"Ding! The host has been bound! - Hahaha, Lin An, I am your father."

Lin Hainan's tone was a bit naughty as usual, which suddenly aroused Lin An's anger.

This guy had a record of not saying goodbye for 17 years. Finally, he got a chance to see his father and son, and then left him alone without saying a word, and treated him coldly for half a year!

Although he knew intellectually that Lin Hainan, a conservative, was busy fighting against Adelia, Lin An still criticized his various actions.

Just when he was about to speak, Stingle Nach made a "shh" gesture.

"Don't interrupt the recording, Mr. Kobayashi."

"good."

Lin An answered coldly while thinking of a hundred ways to become a dutiful son after meeting Lin Hainan.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the primary task and successfully establishing the sect. The system will issue rewards to newcomers and a 'universal helper' Stingle Nahe! The next reward will be issued in one year. Please keep up your efforts."

At this point in the recording, there was a brief pause, and Lin An couldn't help gritting his teeth.

Lin Hainan, is this what the hell you want to say to me?

After a moment of silence, the voice sounded again.

"Xiao An, I'm proud of you." Before Lin An could be moved, Lin Hainan added, "You are a man among men, a male among men! The dominant among men, the ruler among men——"

"I trust your identity, please turn this thing off."

Lin An said to Stingle Nach expressionlessly that his father's mental state was as worrying as ever.

At least the young man in front of him is indeed a member of a conservative family. No matter what "Stingle Nahe" hides, he is the only bridge between Lin An and Lin Hainan.

The aroma of freshly cooked meat hit his nose. The young man put away his silver communicator, took out two disposable chopsticks, and tore open the wrapping paper.

"Mr. Xiaolin, we are comrades on the same front." He patted the plastic stool beside him. (End of chapter)