My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo began looking for another device.

Find the kitchen from the lobby, and then find the small courtyard outside from the kitchen.

But the island is too small; you can see the tombstones on the other side from the entrance.

So small that when he goes out each day, the manta ray only needs to flap its wings twice to leave its gravitational range.

But even on this small island, Lin Mo searched the whole place and found nothing.

He summoned the souls of Gao Yang's parents from the black sword to inquire about the origins of the island.

The two elderly people floated side by side in the void. Their souls were more transparent after death than during their time of benevolence, and the light around their edges was softer.

Gao Yang's mother thought carefully for a long time before speaking, her voice hoarse and slow.

"We found this island ourselves, not Ren'ai. Ren'ai's territory only includes those outer sweet kingdoms, but this island is different. We discovered it by chance while patrolling the outermost airspace. There was nothing on it, and we even built this little house ourselves."

Lin Mo frowned and pondered after hearing her words.

In that case, the focus isn't on this dessert shop, but on the entire island.

So he rode the manta ray slowly around the island's foundation, his senses scanning every inch of the rock surface repeatedly.

The island's foundation is a single, irregular, dark gray rock, its surface riddled with cracks and pits, with occasional clumps of withered vines drifting in from the upper airspace and entwining themselves in the rock's crevices.

He circled around to the very bottom of the island, where there was a barely noticeable indentation on the rocky surface.

The rock wall at the edge of the depression was slightly smoother than the surrounding area, as if it had been repeatedly rubbed by something.

He placed his palm on the depression, and his perception from the killing field penetrated the surface of the rock, capturing a very weak and inconspicuous current deep within the island's foundation.

It is not a fluctuation of laws, nor is it the residual energy of gods, but the most ordinary, physical electric current.

His eyes lit up, and he gently punched the center of the dent.

The force was controlled perfectly, shattering only a thin layer of the surface rock.

Gravel fell down, revealing a small, palm-sized hidden compartment.

The inside of the hidden compartment had been hand-shaved smooth, with very neat edges, as if it had been specially carved out to store something.

In the very center of the hidden compartment, there lay a cell phone.

……

Lin Mo brought the phone back to the island and placed it on the dining table next to his own phone.

Two cell phones lay side by side on a red and white checkered tablecloth, both with scratches of varying degrees on their casings.

One of them belonged to Lin Mo and had been with him since the day he traveled to Earth.

The other model was a bit newer than his, and it had a faded cartoon sticker on its shell—a little bear holding a fork.

The edges of the sticker were curled up and covered with a very thin layer of dust.

Gao Tiantian jumped off the chair and ran barefoot to the dining table.

She looked down at the phone with a cartoon bear sticker on it and gently touched the curled-up corner of the sticker with her translucent finger.

She looked up at Lin Mo, her milky-white eyes filled with a dazed expression: "That's... my brother's phone."

Lin Mo frowned slightly and exchanged a glance with Yin Xue.

"Gao Yang's phone?"

Gao Tiantian nodded, her finger still resting on the bear sticker, her voice very soft, as if afraid of breaking something.

"I used to secretly use my brother's phone to play games. He downloaded a lot of games for me and even registered an account for me, saying that if Tian Tian missed him, she could send him a message. I put this bear sticker on, but I put it crooked. Tian Tian wanted the bear's fork to be facing up, but it was placed facing down."

As she spoke, she stretched out her finger and gestured in the air, her movements very serious, as if she were correcting a mistake from long ago.

Then she recited a string of numbers without any hesitation, as fluently as if she were reciting them every day.

That was Gao Yang's phone password.

Lin Mo pressed the number, and the screen unlocked.

The phone's home screen is a photo of Gao Tiantian.

In the photo, Gao Tiantian is wearing a school uniform skirt, holding a lollipop, and smiling at the camera.

The background is the school gate after school, and the setting sun has dyed her short hair golden-red.

There was still a small patch of cream stuck to the corner of her mouth, probably from eating dessert at the bakery near the school.

The phone's home screen only retains the most basic applications: photo album, notes, and WeChat.

Everything else that could be deleted was completely removed.

At this moment, the screen is still on the recording interface, the camera is on, and the recording duration is still changing.

A very faint pattern of laws was subtly flowing along the edge of the screen, connecting the recorded image with some kind of long-distance transmission law.

Yin Xue flew directly above the phone, flapping its wings very slowly, its scarlet eyes fixed on the still-flickering video timer on the screen.

"Gao Yang left his phone here. What does that mean? Did he drop it accidentally? Or did he leave it here on purpose?"

Lin Mo remained silent for a few moments, then slowly spoke, his voice soft, but every word was extremely firm.

"This should be the fourth guard left behind by Gao Yang."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the flowing patterns of laws at the edge of the screen.

"This phone is infused with the laws of perception, enabling it to record all images. It floats at the highest point of the entire crack space, and looking down from the angle of the phone's camera, it can theoretically cover the entire crack. Through the camera, it can transmit everything that happens in the crack to Gao Yang in real time."

He paused here to make sure everyone understood before continuing.

"The last guard's ability is surveillance; the camera is on 24 hours a day, so Gao Yang can see everything here."

A brief silence fell over the small wooden house.

The God of War squatted at the doorway, breaking the silence with a gruff voice.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's just smash it and be done with it!"

The judge gently shook his head, his gray eyes never leaving the law patterns on the phone screen: "It's not that simple. Gao Yang has kept this thing here for hundreds of years or even longer. It's impossible that he would only use a single layer of perception law to protect it."

Yin Xue hovered above his phone with his arms crossed, unusually refraining from refuting the trial's opinion.

"That's true. Gao Yang always keeps something in reserve. This fourth guard can't just be a simple cell phone; there must be something else involved."

Lin Mo did not act rashly.

He stood in front of the dining table, deep in thought.

Destroying this phone would be far too easy, countless times easier than crushing it with blood, benevolence, or lust, and no more difficult than killing an ordinary person.

The last guard is key to escaping the rift; you only have this one phone, so you must be careful.

But why did Gao Yang do this?

So Lin Mo began to put himself in Gao Yang's shoes.

Imagine yourself as this madman who dragged his enemies, strangers, and even family into this rift, and try to understand why he did all this.

Bloodshed is anger, hatred for the driver who caused the accident; pleasure is the pain of being blamed, the mockery of his classmates; kindness is his parents' affection and advice—he stripped all the emotions he didn't want to face out of his body and turned them into guardians, keeping him running forever in the cracks.

And what about the fourth guard?

What emotions does Gao Yang still have left to shed?

As he was thinking this, Lin Mo inexplicably exited the recording interface and opened WeChat.

WeChat only allows two contacts.

One is Tian Tian, ​​and the other is a file transfer assistant.

Lin Mo opened Tian Tian's chat window directly, and a sentence appeared in his eyes.

"Tian Tian, ​​you are my biggest obsession all this time, but I have to leave you here now. Don't blame your brother, I swear I will go back to the day before you had the car accident."