One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

It's as if it was deliberately erased by some force, leaving no trace whatsoever.

Zhang Chulan's eyes were bloodshot as he slumped back in his chair.

He rubbed his sore neck, looked at the scattered papers on the table, and let out a long sigh.

……

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel has huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the shimmering surface of Tokyo Bay.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was very relaxed.

Zhang Tianyi was wearing loose cotton pajamas and sitting at the head of the dining table.

He was holding a hot meat bun in his hand and a bowl of freshly ground soy milk in front of him, and he was eating it with great relish.

Chen Duo sat to his left, obediently drinking her porridge with a spoon.

Feng Baobao was squatting on a chair, with the large golden wine vessel in front of her.

It was filled with all kinds of Japanese breakfast items.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing sat opposite each other, discussing which restaurant to go to for a meal after returning to China.

Just then.

With a bang.

The suite door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Zhang Chulan walked in with huge dark circles under his eyes, his hair a mess, and his steps unsteady.

His appearance startled Wang Ye, who was drinking soy milk.

"Hey Lao Zhang, did you go begging on the streets of Tokyo last night?"

Wang Ye put down his cup and looked him up and down:

“Our flight back to China is this afternoon. You look like you’re on a high. Be careful, or you might get caught at security.”

Zhang Chulan ignored Wang Ye's teasing.

He walked straight to the dining table, his expression more serious than ever before.

"Master, it's Old Wang."

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath, pulled the photo out of his pocket, and slammed it directly onto the center of the dining table.

“Take a look at this.”

All eyes turned to the old black-and-white photograph.

"This...this is?!"

Zhuge Qing was still waving his folding fan when he saw the photo, and his hand froze in mid-air.

He leaned closer, looking completely taken aback.

Wang Ye even stood up directly from his chair.

He glanced at the girl in the photo, then abruptly turned to look at Feng Baobao, who was busy working on a thick omelet.

Eyes wide open.

Wang Ye swallowed hard and pointed at the photo:

"Old Zhang... don't tell me this is Bao'er's grandma?"

"She is Bao'er herself."

Zhang Chulan pulled out a chair and sat down, his voice hoarse:

"I found this last night from a batch of top-secret Japanese files. The photo was taken in Showa 19, which is more than 70 years ago."

"More than seventy years ago?!"

Zhuge Qing picked up the photo and carefully examined the array patterns in the background, his expression becoming solemn.

"The magic array on the ground doesn't look like the Qimen Dunjia formation in our country. The runes on the edges are all in the style of Japanese Yin-Yang Dao."

Zhang Chulan nodded: "I used software to translate the annotations on the back of the photos, and there are only four words—[Project Shenli]."

“I searched through the entire night, but there was no longer any clue about the plan in that pile of old files.”

Upon hearing these words...

The atmosphere at the table immediately quieted down.

"Bah."

Feng Baobao, who had been engrossed in eating, suddenly stopped using her chopsticks.

She slowly put down the bowl in her hand.

This action made everyone present hold their breath.

Feng Baobao casually wiped the oil stains from her hands on her clothes.

She reached out and took the yellowed old photograph in front of her.

My gaze lingered on the girl's face and her two braids for a long time.

“Sister Bao’er…” Zhang Chulan looked at her, his heart clenched for some reason, afraid that she would be upset.

Feng Baobao stared intently at the photo.

"This outfit is quite nice."

She gave a very serious evaluation.

But then...

She stretched out her fair fingertips and gently touched the face of the girl in the photo.

She looked up at Zhang Chulan, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Zhang Chulan, is this child... me?"

Zhang Chulan felt a tightness in his throat, and he nodded forcefully:

"Yes. Sister Bao'er, this photo was taken more than seventy years ago."

"Oh."

Feng Baobao responded.

She lowered her head again and looked at the photo.

The voice was flat and calm, yet it conveyed a sense of heaviness.

"My mind is completely blank; I can't remember anything."

"Even my name was given to me by someone else."

Feng Baobao placed one hand flat on her chest.

She frowned slightly, as if she was trying very hard to describe the feeling.

"I don't recognize her."

"But seeing this photo, this area feels... a bit tight... uncomfortable."

She raised her head again, her clear eyes looking straight at Zhang Chulan.

"Zhang Chulan".

"Since they filmed this, do they know who I am?"

"I want to go find them and ask them. I want to know who my family is, and I want to find out about the things from the past."

To find family, to find out who you really are.

What a straightforward and simple desire!

This is the only obsession that has sustained Feng Baobao as she wanders through this world for decades.

Zhang Chulan looked at her, his fists clenching involuntarily.

He understands this feeling all too well.

"Don't worry, Bao'er."

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth, "We will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly."

Chapter 418 The Devoted Brothers of Minamoto

In the main seat.

Zhang Tianyi put down the meat bun in his hand.

He pulled out a tissue, slowly wiped his hands, and then held up two fingers to Zhuge Qing.

Zhuge Qing immediately understood and respectfully handed over the photo.

Zhang Tianyi held the photo in his hand, his gaze fixed on the altar beneath the girl.

His gaze slowly turned cold.

"Shinri?"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled and lightly flicked the edge of the photo with his finger.

"It's laughable that such a tiny country dares to claim to be a god."

He casually tossed the photo onto the table.

"This matter cannot be left unresolved."

Zhang Tianyi raised his head, glanced at Zhang Chulan, and then at Wang Ye and the others.

"Chu Lan, go call Fatty Zhao. Tell him there's no need to wait at the airport. Today's flight is canceled."

Zhang Tianyi leaned back in his chair, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"Let's stay here for a few more days."