Seeing the picture, Clent Winter clicked on it quite puzzled.
It was a screenshot from the short video he shot.
It was the mont when the little assassin spat out a dagger from its mouth.
Evelyn Winter took the screenshot and circled a spot on the dagger blade with a red line.
Seeing the mark, Clent Winter paused, dragged his finger across the screen to enlarge the image. Vaguely, he could see the part Evelyn circled—a ginkgo leaf?!
!
The chanical Box God Z gave him also had an identical ginkgo leaf!
But—
Because the structure of the chanical Box was too simple, when Evelyn Winter unlocked it, she comnted it was "nothing to speak of."
But now this lifelike, vivid chanical Puppet...
Clent Winter’s fingers felt a bit weak, and he slipped several tis while trying to press the voice button. After a few seconds, Clent glanced at his assistant resting against the neck pillow, thought for a mont, and decided to type instead.
[Clent Winter]: Mom!
[Clent Winter]: Inside the chanical Box that God Z gave , there’s an identical design!
[Clent Winter]: Besides, I’m filming in Greenhill Town, and this is the Trump Puppet Museum’s treasure, the producer’s identity is said to be a mystery!
[Clent Winter]: If it’s such a coincidence, does that an my God Z knows the person who made the chanical Puppet?
[Clent Winter]: Or could it be that my all-powerful God Z is the mysterious creator?
After sending all the ssages in one breath, Clent Winter held his phone, thrilled beyond asure.
The assistant opened his sleepy eyes, saw Clent Winter’s radiant expression, was suddenly shocked, and lunged over, grabbing Clent Winter’s collar with suspicion and yelled—
"Brother Winter, are you secretly seeing soone behind my back?"
The assistant was about the sa age as Clent Winter, shared a compatible personality, and was usually loud and overly dramatic.
Clent Winter was used to it.
But the driver, who was from the program crew, was not used to it.
Their horseplay in the backseat drew a aningful glance from the driver.
"My God Z!"
Clent Winter exclaid excitedly, pushing away the assistant’s hand.
"... Oh."
The assistant instantly cald down and quickly sat back.
He picked up the neck pillow, placed it back behind his head, and resud his tired posture, "Continue, do as you please."
He had long grown accustod to Clent Winter’s little excited manner whenever "Zero" was ntioned.
—Not far from being lovestruck.
Clent Winter was fully engrossed in the idea that "Zero is sohow connected to the maker of the chanical Puppet, or even the creator themselves" and had no ti to bicker with the assistant.
At this hour, Evelyn usually has her beauty sleep, and being disturbed is always frightening, so Clent Winter dared not call to ask. After so thought, he planned to first browse through the "Digging Zero" super topic and see if the amazing netizens had dug up the latest photos.
However—
Evelyn wasn’t sleeping.
Just as he logged into his "Heart for Uncle" alternate Weibo account, Evelyn’s ssage ca back.
[Mrs. Winter]: How old is your God Z?
One sentence from Evelyn choked Clent Winter’s fanciful imagination.
Clent Winter rubbed his nose.
Ah!
His heavenly, omnipotent, otherworldly-cheat-enhanced God Z!
How could she be a young and beautiful girl?
He didn’t dare "daydream" anymore.
[Mrs. Winter]: But they might have so connection.
[Mrs. Winter]: Or it might be sothing she got without knowing the other party.
[Clent Winter]: My God Z has a wide network!
[Mrs. Winter]: ...
This brat, chasing stars every day, not seeking progress.
[Clent Winter]: My well-learned, knowledgeable, all-seeing, all-powerful mother, based on your experience, who do you think is likely the creator of this chanical Puppet?
[Mrs. Winter]: Your well-learned, knowledgeable, all-seeing, all-powerful birth mother...
[Clent Winter]: !!!!
[Mrs. Winter]: Her master.
"Whoa—"
Clent Winter was stunned.
[Clent Winter]: ???
[Mrs. Winter]: This lineage.
[Clent Winter]: ...
[Clent Winter]: Could you please not break your sentences, dear mom?
[Mrs. Winter]: On purpose.
[Mrs. Winter]: Kiddo, mom’s going to sleep now.
[Mrs. Winter]: disturb again, and you’re dead at.
Originally typing ferociously, Clent Winter suddenly saw this ssage from Mrs. Winter pop up. He sniffled and pitifully began to delete his drafted words one by one.
After hesitating for a mont, Clent Winter morosely sent the final ssage.
[Clent Winter]: Oh, good night.
With the explosive information from Evelyn, Clent Winter’s mood was unable to calm down for a long ti. Rembering the marvelous chanical Puppet he had seen, his fatigue, sleepiness, and drowsiness were all swept away. He quickly pulled out his headphones, put them on, and then started to play the video, rewatching them one by one.
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