Su Binglan asked, "Father, do you think others won't recognize you when you wear the mask? Do you feel you can do anything with it on?"
Su Fengmao considered how he felt when he wore the mask just now. A while later, he said, "I do feel that way."
Su Binglan raised a brow, asking again, "Do you remember what the mask you wore looked like?"
Su Fengmao nodded. "Yes, I have some impression of it."
"Tell me, and I'll draw it for you."
Su Fengmao was obedient and did everything his daughter said. He described the mask to her, and she drew it according to his description. When she finished, she asked him, "Did it look like this?"
"Yes, that's it." Su Fengmao felt a sense of familiarity when he looked at the drawing.
Then, Su Binglan passed her drawing to Luo Jin'an and said, "Can you look into this?"
"I'll get someone to investigate." Luo Jin'an had his information network and could find the mask's origins.
