Chapter 12

The children who were called by name opened their mouths wide, those who were not called were stunned, and the next second they leaned forward, as if they had forgotten that they were ghosts.

"What about me, what about me? Sister, what is my name?"

"You are called Paopao, a very dreamy name, just like your personality, innocent and cute."

A pile of children surrounded her. Su Mian was forced to sit on the bed. They seemed to have forgotten their purpose, excitedly waiting to be "praised."

No way, these children have been dead for too long. Except for the Director, no one has remembered their names and personalities for a long time.

At this moment, Su Mian is simply a gentle and knowing angel.

Su Mian spoke until her mouth was dry. She raised her hand and sighed helplessly, and the children immediately sat back obediently.

"I want to know how you died."

The children looked at each other, and their expressions began to twist again.

"It's all the fault of that disaster star, that unlucky egg!"

"Yes, she is an annoying ghost!"

"She didn't have peace after she died herself, and she set fire to the orphanage!"

"Who is she?"

The children said without hesitation, "She is called Yu Tong."

A trace of surprise flashed in Su Mian's eyes. Isn't this the one who fell into the well and was burned to death? How could she be a disaster star?

"Why do you hate her so much?"

"She was the child with the weirdest personality among us. At that time, the Sunshine Orphanage was not an "abnormality shelter"."

The little boy sitting on the edge of the bed spoke, and he floated in front of Su Mian.

"All the little partners were normal children, but only she had a weird personality. Things around the children around her always disappeared for no reason, and came back two days later, but who dared to continue using them."

"But having a strange personality and quirks that are not understood, in the end, she was the first child in the orphanage to be picked up. We were very unwilling..."

"So you pushed her into the well."

Su Mian interrupted him, and all the children closed their mouths, silence explaining everything.

How pathetic.

Because she didn't fit in, she was isolated, rejected, and forced to grow up in cold eyes.

However, fate played a cruel joke, choosing her as the first "lucky one" in the orphanage to be picked up.

Before the gates of heaven were truly opened, she was ruthlessly pushed into the abyss by the flames of public anger. The raging fire swept through her body and burned the last ray of gentle wish in her heart.

Being burned alive by a big fire in a cold water well, it is ironic to the extreme, like a black psalm written by God himself.

She is the real orphan, no matter from which aspect, no one remembers her, everyone isolates her, and she has truly died, but she used some method to borrow a corpse to return to the soul, but they are among the five of them.

The soul and the body do not match, she cannot even settle her body, this is the so-called real "orphan."

The script in her pocket shook, Su Mian flipped it open, and Task Two had changed.

Please find out who among you is Yu Tong.

She was sent out of the door by the little boy. The two on the ground climbed up slowly, their faces pale.

Wang Zhe walked to the dormitory door before he came to his senses, "Mi Guo, how could you remember those children..."

His eyes revealed hidden worship.

"I have flipped through the files of all the children. Once I see it, I won't forget it."

Su Mian's expression was calm, and between her thin eyebrows was a leisurely composure.

"Photographic memory... so amazing."

Actually, this is all due to Su Mian's interest. When she played script murder games for the first time, she was attracted by the complex and brain-burning plots and the suspenseful plot twists.

Playing roles with different personalities and professions made her particularly addicted.

But playing for the first time, lacking experience, Su Mian always flipped through the script.

She couldn't tolerate this behavior of hers, so she practiced this skill hard, just to not jump out of character and not delay the plot when playing script murder games.

When she turned her head to look at those children, she only felt that they were very familiar, and she had seen them all in the files.

This also confirmed Su Mian's idea. Except for the children who came this year, the others were indeed dead.

It's just that she didn't know the little boy, his face was blurred, and Su Mian couldn't distinguish who he was.

【Script Murder Dream Girl】

4399 accurately complained.

The next day, just as Su Mian got up, a blue and white pleated skirt suit was placed by the bed. Wen Zirui on the lower bunk had already changed into it.

"There is a party tonight to celebrate Le Zhi being picked up."

Su Mian nodded, went to the restroom to change clothes, and when she came back, the four of them were already waiting in the corridor.

This was probably the most harmonious scene of the five players these days, but Yu Maomao and Zhou Yichen's eyes looking at her were not very good.

Wang Zhe's eyes were shining, scanning Su Mian quickly, and then moved his gaze away with a red face.

Although Su Mian was malnourished when she was young, her arms and legs were very slender, but she was still a wealthy daughter.

Su's father and mother loved her very much and gave her the best and most expensive things. After growing up, the places that should be developed were also developed, and the sailor suit outlined the arc of her chest and her thin waist.

"There is still an hour before the discussion time, I want to go to the backyard to see."

To be precise, it is the well in the backyard.

Wang Zhe and others nodded and followed Su Mian.

A few old locust trees stretched their branches, a mottled swing hung between the branches, swaying creakily, and beside the swing was an old well, the well edge had been polished smooth, and moss climbed all over the stone bricks.

Grandma was watering the potted plants not far away, and she greeted Su Mian. Su Mian hooked a faint smile.

The five people surrounded the well and looked inside. Without light, they couldn't see anything at all.

"My god... it's so deep."

Yu Maomao held Zhou Yichen's hand and took a few steps back.

This well was larger than Su Mian imagined, and it would be very difficult for an adult to climb up if they fell down.

The sound of wind came faintly from the well, and Su Mian felt a bit dizzy standing by the well.

She was a bit afraid of heights, and looking into the well would make her unconsciously imagine the scene of falling, so her legs began to go weak.

And the scene in the well was not very clear.

"Le Zhi! Are you leaving? When are you leaving?"

"Le Zhi, you must come back to see us in the future."

Su Mian turned her head when she heard the sound. A girl in a blue and white dress was sitting on the swing, and the children behind her were pushing her, full of longing for her future.

Su Mian walked over. Le Zhi raised a smiling face, she adjusted her glasses, "Mi Guo, do you want to swing?"

Su Mian nodded, Le Zhi jumped down immediately and went behind to push her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Ugh... a bit nervous, but more happy! My mother is a very beautiful woman, and my father is not bad, looking like he loves my mother very much."

Hearing this, Su Mian took out a glass tube, "Can I collect your emotion?"

Le Zhi nodded at her, Of course you can!

A pink mist condensed in the jar, it was "happy."

Su Mian let out a sigh of relief. She lowered her eyes, and her peripheral vision caught the girl's pants, "Why don't you wear a skirt?"

Le Zhi pushed the iron chain of the swing, "Ah, I don't like wearing this kind of thing."

Su Mian nodded and didn't ask any more.

"I went to my new home, I must let my mother buy me many books."

"She said I am very smart and must read more books."

"I also want to wash their feet, they will definitely be very happy..."

Su Mian grabbed the swing and drew an arc in the air, Le Zhi's voice was sometimes far and sometimes near.

She felt a dizziness, and instinctively gripped the iron chain of the swing tightly, the cold rust smell soaking into her palms.

"Mi Guo..."

The pushing force gradually became smaller, Su Mian heard Le Zhi calling her.

"I... am... going... to... leave."

She didn't know if the wind was scraping her ears, causing Le Zhi's voice to be intermittent, but the voice at this moment was too strange.

Stuttering, distorted, like the last drop of wax burning out, gently, silently disappearing quickly.

Why don't you talk?

Su Mian stepped on the ground abruptly.

The swing carried the remaining inertia and swayed slightly twice, finally stopping completely.

The children's playing sounds around had also subsided at some point.

The wind stopped, and even the rustling of leaves couldn't be heard.

A burnt smell drilled into her nose. Su Mian turned her head stiffly, her pupils reflecting the girl's charred corpse.

A pair of bloody and blurry hands still maintained the pushing action, maintaining a human-shaped, barely recognizable outline.

Only a pair of eyes remained, still carrying the temperature of joy.

Le Zhi is dead.