Chapter 3

Su Mian's hand paused slightly. Looking at the text that suddenly appeared, she was actually a bit unsure whether 4399 was an enemy or a friend.

【Of course I'm a friend, woooo, Mian Mian, I'm so sad. Which assistant could be as intelligent as 4399! You actually questioned whether 4399 is an enemy or a friend!】

Sure enough, it can hear my inner voice, Su Mian thought.

That sentence just now was just to test it. Her fingers moved slightly, and she ignored the long-winded speech 4399 sent again.

【You are a child of a wealthy merchant family. Your mother is a florist, and your father is a venture capitalist who just went bankrupt a few months ago.】

【Mother says you are her "only daughter," but you have never truly felt favored. She always says to you: Girls should be sensible, beautiful, and gentle. But no matter how hard you try, you can't compare to the little girls of other families.】

【Mother always likes to praise the neighbor's daughter for being "so sensible" and "looking like a flower," and gives bouquets to them right in front of you.】

【She even returns the flowers you picked yourself: "Mi Guo, you didn't pick them delicately enough. Girls should be careful."】

【At that moment, you felt "shame" and "unwillingness" surge up. You learned to secretly "put this emotion into a jar."】

【Only Lin Xiaofan truly cares about you. Since then, you and he have become good friends.】

【After your father went bankrupt, his temper became irritable, and he vented his anger on your mother and you. The phrase he scolds most often is: Women are just trouble.】

【Your young heart was deeply engraved with these words: Being a girl is useless; you will be disliked and abandoned. You began to hate all girls, and even hate yourself in the mirror.】

【Once, when your parents were arguing, your mother pushed you out the door: Mi Guo, be good, go play outside, don't disturb the adults.】

【You saw the little girl next door sitting in the living room, and your mother was teasing her with snacks to make her laugh.】

【You are clearly her biological daughter, yet you were pushed out the door.】

【At that moment, you felt the "anger" surging in your heart was brighter than anything else. You fiercely imagined it as a ball of black smoke and put it into a jar.】

【Since then, you firmly believe: Girls are all stealing things that belong to you.】

Su Mian rubbed her eyes and quickly memorized all the information.

Hate girls, father went bankrupt, sensitive to emotions.

Childhood sweetheart... tsk, crappy script, crappy luck. He shouldn't have gone out at 12 o'clock.

Go to your @×&》*#

4399 silently listened to the girl's inner voice and broke out in a cold sweat.

My god, how can she be so heroic when she swears while looking so quiet.

Su Mian lowered her eyes and began to think about serious matters.

But according to previous script murder games, there would be a timeline in the script, and people would die in the plot.

But nothing had happened yet, which couldn't help but make Su Mian feel a little uneasy.

Her fingertips rubbed the paper and flipped to the last page.

【You are an abandoned orphan, and today is your first day at the Sunshine Orphanage.】

Seeing this, Su Mian's heart tightened.

【Your quirk: Like to collect emotions】

【Childhood sweetheart's quirk: Like to collect bodily fluids】

【Task One: Please maintain your character setting and collect five types of emotions: "happy," "sad," "angry," "regretful," and "disgusted." Each emotion corresponds to a different person.】

【Collection method: Just say to your partners: I want your emotion, can I? If the other party agrees, you can collect it.】

【Task Two: Find out who among the remaining four is the real orphan.】

Why is there a Task Two?

Abandoned by parents, isn't she the real orphan?

Shouldn't her Task Two be to hide her true identity?

No, there is another possibility.

Concept swapping; this is the most common trap in script murder games.

Perhaps the definition of the real orphan refers to something else.

Su Mian was full of doubts, but she didn't show it on her face. She put down the script with a calm expression and secretly observed everyone's expressions.

But after what just happened, everyone's facial muscles were tense, their eyes were flustered, and their breathing was rapid; it was impossible to distinguish any useful clues from these broken expressions.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

What sound is that?

Su Mian followed the sound and raised her eyes, her gaze fixed on the top of the blackboard.

An electronic clock had appeared there, she didn't know when.

In this children's activity room full of old-fashioned warm atmosphere, it looked particularly glaring and out of place.

15 minutes.

Her gaze slid down and landed on the large characters "Self-introduction."

"Have you finished reading?"

"What's the rush? Maomao hasn't finished reading yet."

Zhou Yichen threw the script aside and leaned back in his chair.

Su Mian ignored him and closed the script.

"Then I'll go first, let's introduce ourselves clockwise in this order."

"Why should we listen to you?"

Zhou Yichen interrupted Su Mian, his body leaning forward slightly, "You're the only stranger here."

Su Mian sneered, "I've played more script murder games than you've had girlfriends."

Ignoring Zhou Yichen, whose face was ashen, Su Mian stood up, hands in her overall pockets, and tilted her chin toward the clock.

"There are 10 minutes left. Do you guess we will turn into dolls when the countdown ends?"

As soon as dolls were mentioned, everyone remembered the scene just now, and their faces became even uglier. Zhou Yichen's neck felt phantom pain for no reason, and he stopped arguing.

"My name is Mi Guo."

Su Mian said softly.

"Five years old this year, from a wealthy merchant family. My mother is a florist, and my father is a venture capitalist."

"My quirk is that I like to collect emotions."

Regarding the quirk, Su Mian didn't intend to hide it. One reason was to make the task easier, and the second was that she wasn't a real orphan and didn't need to deliberately hide it.

But if most people hid it, it would be very difficult to handle.

"My name is Si Han, six and a half years old this year. I have a lonely personality and don't like to socialize, and... and I love eating chili peppers."

"My quirk is, uh... I like to predict the future. I don't like to carry an umbrella on rainy days. I used to, uh... I used to come to the orphanage before, was picked up once, and then sent back later..."

"Wait, why don't you have a surname?"

The boy who had been silent all along finally spoke. As soon as this was said, everyone's eyes fell on Yu Maomao.

Yu Maomao was about to cry, and at this moment, she finally couldn't hold it back, tears streaming down.

"I... I'm not, woooo."

"Alright, next."

Su Mian had a headache from Yu Maomao's sharp crying, so she interrupted.

"My name is Lin Xiaofan, six years old this year. I like sports. My parents work abroad. My quirk is... I like to talk to the wall."

He lied.

Su Mian spun the pen in her hand and looked at Zhou Yichen thoughtfully.

She lowered her eyelids, hiding the faint coldness.

Zhou Yichen was very good at lying; he was the person she had met so far who could tell lies most easily.

Su Mian was usually good at judging people, but when she was young and ignorant, she still fell for his relentless pursuit.

They met in high school. According to Zhou Yichen, he fell in love with her at first sight, so he started writing love letters, sending flowers, buying meals, and even picking her up and dropping her off at class on a bicycle every day.

He knew she was in poor health and covered all her medical expenses. This pursuit lasted for two years.