Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

“Necrozma…”

Lin Guochang stood in a corner of the camp, his brows furrowed, and he kept muttering the name, as if he was chanting a mysterious spell, or as if he had something unspeakable on his mind.

Not far away, Tang Chen was busy shuttling back and forth with Bulbasaur, and beside him were a few enthusiastic people who had come from other camps to help. They worked together to distribute much-needed supplies to this camp in deep trouble.

The worn cloth bag contained a small amount of precious food, clean drinking water and warm clothes.

Venusaur's huge and broad body stood firmly in the center of the camp, the thick tumor on its back slightly undulating, exuding an innate aura of majesty.

Its large flowers, like cattail leaf fans, wave gently, emitting a charming fragrance, as if soothing the restless hearts of the people around it.

Although the people in the camp were all haggard and emaciated, and were in a desperate situation of not having enough food to eat and on the verge of starvation, they maintained order in this atmosphere of kindness and majesty, and the chaos of looting for supplies that Lin Guochang had worried about did not occur.

"Uncle Lin!"

Ruan Yaoyao's voice, as clear as a silver bell, filled with urgency and anxiety, suddenly sounded amid the noisy background noise of the camp.

She came jogging with a nimble figure. Her ponytail, tied up for ease of movement, swung like a pendulum to the rhythm of her steps, and each beat seemed to strike at everyone's tense heartstrings.

Her pink face was now flushed red, just like a ripe apple. A few strands of hair on her forehead were firmly stuck to her smooth forehead by fine beads of sweat, sticking messily to her smooth forehead, like a simple sketch recording her hard work.

In the blink of an eye, she had already rushed in front of Lin Guochang, and her body suddenly stopped. Then she bent her waist slightly, supported her knees with both hands, her chest heaved violently, and she gasped for breath, blurting out those anxious words:

"We have inquired about it. Lin Yi has indeed been to this camp. It is absolutely true! My friends and I have carefully searched every corner of the camp and asked many people. Many people remember his appearance and described him exactly. There is no mistake!"

"Ah."

Lin Guochang seemed to be suddenly enveloped by frost, his expression solemn and almost cold, the wrinkles engraved on his face by the years seemed to have deepened and widened like ditches, each of which concealed a heavy worry.

His eyelids drooped, and his eyes were as deep as an endless black hole. Lin Yi's past voice, smile, and every move seemed like a ghost, flashing rapidly in that black hole.

His lips seemed to be bound by an invisible thread, and the slightest movement made no sound, and he just nodded mechanically.

His mind was full of speculations about his rebellious son's mysterious behavior, but his thoughts were like a tangled mess of hemp ropes, the more he tried to untangle them, the more tangled they became, and in the end he could not find a clue.

Mi Yu was extremely anxious. He took a step forward, shortening the distance between him and the crowd. He leaned forward unconsciously, as if he wanted to convey his inner confidence to everyone.

She opened her eyes wide, full of burning seriousness, like two small flames burning brightly. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides, her knuckles turning white from the force, and said solemnly and resoundingly:

"Moreover, Lin Yi seems to have been conducting extremely secret investigations in secret, without leaving any clues. We don't know what his purpose is."

Ye Feng's brows seemed to be twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川" by a pair of invisible hands. The deep wrinkles between his brows were like several cracked riverbeds, revealing a sense of vicissitudes and confusion.

He bit his thumb tightly with his lips, and his teeth left shallow marks on his skin. His eyes were sometimes blurred and squinted, as if he was recalling and catching subtle clues, and sometimes he opened his eyes wide, as if a flash of inspiration appeared and disappeared in a flash.

He kept mumbling to himself, whispering:

"What on earth are you investigating? It's so mysterious..."

"As for the object of the inquiry,"

Lin Guochang seemed to want to confront the sky that was shrouded in gloom and seemed to be soaked in suffering. He tilted his neck back, raised his head high, and his eyes were like sharp steel needles, piercing straight into the thick clouds in the sky, as if to penetrate the layers of gloom and dig out the truth hidden behind them.

His eyebrows raised slightly, causing the fine lines at the corners of his eyes to tremble like frightened earthworms. In a moment, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice, deep and resolute, slowly flowed out from between his teeth:

"It is Necrozma who caused the fall of this world.

Lin Yi has been trying to find out where Necrozma is hiding and where he's been going during this period of time."

Lin Guochang's deep and resolute words were like a stone thrown into stagnant water.

With a "plop" sound, the originally stagnant and dull atmosphere was instantly broken, and layers of ripples spread out slowly, one circle after another, striking the heartstrings of everyone present.

For a moment, everyone fell silent. The only sound was the biting wind, which, like a mournful hum, wandered through the simple tents and narrow passages in the camp, as if it was also responding to the heavy pressure and adding a solemn tone to the worry about the unknown future.

Ruan Yaoyao slowly straightened up, raised her arms, and wiped the still dense beads of sweat on her forehead with her sleeves. The excitement that had flickered in her eyes just now completely faded away, replaced by a look of worry as thick and deep as ink.

She frowned, bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and said with a trembling voice, full of anxiety and anxiety:

"Lin Yi is risking everything. He is going to fight Necrozma alone. He is just walking into a tiger's mouth. It's too dangerous! He is the culprit who turned our world upside down and dragged it into the endless abyss, causing the world to fall."

As she spoke, she subconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands. Her knuckles turned pale from excessive force, just like dead branches covered with frost and snow in winter. Her tense posture showed her inner panic.

Mi Yu stood aside, his lower lip bitten by his pearly teeth, leaving a shallow mark. His eyes wandered among everyone's faces like a frightened deer, thoughts surging in his eyes, as if he was trying hard to sort out a clue from the complicated thoughts in his mind.

After a moment, she opened her lips slightly. Although her voice was somewhat self-consoling and confident, the worry between her brows was still weighing heavily on her like a thick dark cloud:

"But Lin Yi has always been meticulous and decisive. Since he dared to take such a risk and take the initiative to provoke Necrozma, he must have figured out some tricks in advance and was confident. We have to believe him."

Having said that, the worry on his face was like a thorn in his flesh that he couldn't shake off. The wrinkles between his brows became deeper and deeper, revealing the inner struggle.

Ye Feng also loosened his mouth that was biting his thumb at this time, and his palm subconsciously rubbed his chin. His brows seemed to be tightly bound by invisible ropes, still tightly locked into the shape of the Chinese character "川", and his face was full of contemplation.

He said in a muffled voice: "No matter what, we can't just sit here and wait anxiously. We have to do something. We can't just watch Lin Yi shoulder this heavy burden alone."

Lin Guochang was originally immersed in deep thought and worry about Lin Yi's matter. When he heard what they said, he suddenly came back to his senses. With a bit of surprise in his eyes, he looked around at them, frowned slightly, and said:

"It's freezing cold in this underground camp, with drafts coming in from all sides. The cold is penetrating into our bones. Everyone else is shivering with cold, wrapped in tattered quilts and still saying they can't stand it. Why are you guys sweating?"