Chapter 5

Su Mian was not interested in the information that followed. She continued to pursue, "Did you come together? But he doesn't look like someone who wants to play a script murder game."

Speaking of this, Wang Zhe sighed.

"We didn't intend to call him either, but for some reason, Wen Zirui has been under too much pressure lately, and he doesn't look mentally normal, so we wanted to take him out to play."

"Just... didn't expect this kind of thing to happen."

Wang Zhe's tone was still a bit unbelievable.

Maybe he was still dreaming.

Su Mian realized that Wang Zhe was in a low mood and didn't want to talk anymore, so she tidied up the tray and picked up the milk she hadn't drunk.

The moment she stood up, all the children's heads rotated like dolls with a "click," and their gazes locked onto Su Mian in unison.

Su Mian froze, adrenaline surged, and her San value dropped wildly in an instant.

Calm.

Calm.

The girl with braided hair's mouth twitched, splitting open bit by bit until the arc was eerily unlike a human's.

The sound overflowing from her mouth was light and hollow, as if it didn't come from her throat, but from her stomach.

Same as the nursery rhyme just now.

"Mi Guo, don't waste food."

Su Mian's eyelashes trembled, forcing herself to calm down, and she said softly, "Okay."

Then she drank the milk in one gulp.

Twilight fell, and the sand dunes piled up by the children stood quietly, like the silhouettes of graves.

The wind blew through the old swing, the chains crying thinly, the echoes circling in the empty courtyard.

Who is singing.

A tragic nursery rhyme?

The Sunshine Orphanage dormitory was a multi-person room, as large as a classroom, enough to accommodate 16 children.

Su Mian and Yu Maomao were assigned to a bunk bed, while the remaining three were in another room.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a conspicuous sign:

Close your little mouth, sleep quietly.

Shoes in a long line, clothes folded into a quilt.

At twelve midnight, evil ghosts will crawl onto the bed.

The little bed in the corner, better not touch it.

Su Mian, lying on the upper bunk, was pale. She covered her face with the pillow, her already thin body curled up slightly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"... Mi Guo, are you not feeling well?"

Yu Maomao looked up, a bit worried.

Su Mian propped up her body, wiped the dampness from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, and her lips were bitten until they bled a seductive color.

She didn't drink that glass of milk because she was lactose intolerant, but there was no way; she couldn't bear the consequences of "wasting food."

Now that it was taking effect, Su Mian felt so uncomfortable she wanted to vomit.

"Where are you going?"

"Restroom."

Yu Maomao's eyes widened, "But... but it's already nine o'clock."

So annoying.

None of your business.

Su Mian didn't reply and insisted on walking out.

The lights were still on in the corridor, which was the only thing Su Mian could be glad about, but soon she couldn't be happy anymore.

【Bad, ghost wall.】

Su Mian covered her stomach, no longer able to feel the fear brought by the environment.

So uncomfortable, so want to vomit...

"Aren't you very powerful? How to solve this?"

【But then again】

"Stop talking."

Su Mian had no time to bicker with it, covered her stomach and squatted on the ground, then stood up after a while.

Fuck the game, fuck the script murder, fuck wasting food.

She didn't show it on her face, but she scolded everything she could scold in her heart.

Su Mian walked faster and faster, suddenly stepping on something.

It was a foot.

Su Mian's heart jumped, and looking closely, it was a barefoot little boy in pajamas.

He slowly raised his head, revealing eyes without whites, the corners of his mouth hooking into a stiff arc.

"Sister, I can't find where my dormitory is."

"Can you take me there..."

The little boy was expecting to hear a scream, but the expected sound didn't appear.

He looked up in confusion, finding that the detective in front of him was paler than him, looking more like a ghost.

"Can you take me to the restroom first?"

Su Mian squatted down again in pain, not noticing the boy's surprise. The boy tilted his head.

Not afraid of ghosts?

And so, one person and one ghost came to the restroom. The little boy leaned against the door frame, his gaze falling on the miserable person not far away, his expression unclear.

On the first night, it was hard for anyone to trigger clues related to him.

He really didn't expect a detective to dare to come out at night.

And for such an unspeakable reason.

Su Mian's thin body knelt half-way in front of the toilet, her slender white fingers hooked onto the porcelain edge, her fingertips trembling slightly from the force.

Dark hair scattered down, covering half of her face, revealing only a pale lip color.

The vomiting sound was extremely light, as if she was trying her best to suppress it, leaving only the weak breathing when her chest rose and fell.

The little boy sighed.

Sending him back to the dormitory, there were only two possibilities.

Thirty percent chance of life, seventy percent chance of death.

Forget it, for the sake of Grandma liking her, let her go.

The little boy quietly retreated into the darkness, and the corridor immediately returned to normal.

Su Mian, who had vomited for a while, felt much better. She walked to the washbasin, covered her mouth with water, and suppressed the sour feeling in her mouth.

After tossing for a while, her physical strength was a bit exhausted, her stomach empty. Su Mian walked out of the restroom with pursed lips, her mind full of thoughts.

If she doesn't eat, can she open her eyes tomorrow morning?

If she just dies in the game like this, she's so unwilling...

Su Mian thought, suddenly bumping into a wall.

Oh, not a wall, it was a person. Su Mian struggled to look up; it was that DM.

The Director who left a deep impression on five people during the day.

Su Mian was still afraid instinctively, but thought she hadn't violated any rules; maybe he was just out for a walk at night?

Anyway, it had nothing to do with her.

Su Mian pursed her lips and said "Hello, Director" very formally, wanting to bypass him.

A stomach growl broke the silence.

Su Mian paused, frowned in embarrassment, and couldn't help but feel irritable in her heart again.

The Director let out a chuckle.

"Little Mi Guo, not sleeping so late."

"So it was the greedy bug in your stomach making trouble."

That large hand fell on the top of her head, stroking gently.

Slow, casual, at ease.

Su Mian's hair stood on end.

The dangerous sixth sense gradually approached. Su Mian's throat tightened, and the sweat on her palms instantly soaked her sleeves.

That hand, would it want to pierce her neck at any time?

"Does the little greedy bug want the Director to take you to eat something?"

The man asked softly.

Should she answer, yes? Or, no?

Maybe if she answered wrong, she would die here.

No.

No way.

Su Mian forced herself to calm down.

First, neither the dormitory nor the script stipulated that you couldn't eat at night, as long as you returned to the dormitory by twelve o'clock, there was a ninety percent chance of being safe.

Second, judging from the afternoon's behavior, for any child who did something wrong, he would give a first warning, second punishment principle.

As long as... follow his wishes.

"Want."

The hand was taken off the top of her head. Su Mian let out a sigh of relief, her legs feeling a bit weak.

"Follow me, Mi Guo."