"There are indeed some true and some false." Ren Ming admitted.

For example, there was an error in the data collected previously about the age of the mullah.

This also made him realize that this place was really messy.

You know.

Although Ren Ming has always disliked the system, thinking it seems unintelligent and is indeed of little use most of the time.

But when it comes to searching for information on the Internet, the system has basically made no mistakes.

This time, I made a low-level mistake such as age when screening the list, which I had done many times.

You can imagine the level of information confusion here.

Actually, it’s not the system’s fault.

Because this erroneous information can be completely justified on the Internet!

The mullah has provided updated information every year for the past eighteen years.

This is getting off topic.

Ren Ming pulled himself back to his thoughts and spoke calmly.

"However, whether this information is true or false, you can ask your sister yourself."

The system has just made a mistake, so it will naturally not make the same mistake again.

After discovering that the mullah's age was wrong.

She specifically re-screened information about Maura, including his sister Angie.

I even went to Ren Ming to verify it.

Ren Ming also used his omniscience to confirm that An Ji was indeed responsible for four deaths.

There is no error in the system data.

Although there were reasons for the incident, the other party's means were extremely extreme.

Ten years old is the stage when one’s values, outlook on life and values ​​have not yet been formed.

It is said that children's malice is often purer, more direct and more unreasonable than that of adults.

Just based on the case against the other party, there will be no day for him to join the Hermit Society.

He didn't want to cultivate a chaotic neutral demon.

After Ren Ming finished speaking, the room was very quiet for a long time.

The mullah stood there like a statue, without moving.

I don’t know if it’s because I don’t want to admit the reality.

Or like a turtle, I think that as long as I don't ask, the truth does not exist.

Instead, it was Angie who, seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly unsettled, raised his head from behind the mullah.

The clarity and innocence in her eyes disappeared completely, replaced by the same maturity as Mullah's.

In fact, her eyes became even colder.

Neither of them, the siblings, look like real children.

Angie loosened her grip on Maura's arm and managed a tight twitch of her lips.

"That's right, this sister did a thorough investigation. I have no excuses."

Then.

The smile on her face grew wider, and her eyes curved into crescent shapes.

It was a smile that was genuine and contagious.

"It seems that my brothers and sisters come from a powerful and remarkable faction, and they are indeed good people."

“We are honored to communicate with you.”

She was very happy that her brother received an invitation from such a powerful force.

For herself, she really doesn't care about any opportunities.

Ren Ming accepted everything he said.

"Well, thanks for the compliment. I actually like kids too." Probably.

Actually, the little girl is pretty good, and it would be even better if she could be a little harmless.

Having successfully satisfied his own evil taste, there was no need for him to linger any longer.

Ren Ming looked at the mullah who was still playing the ostrich, and offered his last bit of kindness:

"Don't take the assessment too seriously."

"I can guarantee that no one will force you and your sister to separate, regardless of whether you pass the test or not."

I believe the two of them have a lot to say to each other alone.

They are outsiders, so don't bother them anymore.

"It's getting late, kids. See you later."

The iron gate opened.

There were no street lights on the dark street, and Ren Ming and the system's figures quickly disappeared into the night.

A long time passed.

The lights upstairs lit up one by one, and voices gradually became audible.

People in the residential buildings seemed to have just "come alive" and were going about their daily lives.

In the brother and sister's room.

Maura finally moved. He walked past Angie and came to the gate without saying a word.

Without Ren Ming, the door leaned crookedly against the wall again.

Mullah tried several times but failed to close the door and had to give up.

Use the chair next to it to prop up the door so that it is half closed.

It will take a long time before the gossipy and cautious "neighbors" come to find out.

Before that, he had to deal with the things in the room and make new plans for his future life.

Angie followed closely behind him and took something out of her canvas bag.

"Brother, don't worry about the door for now. Sit down and let me help you treat your wound."

The injuries on Mullah's body are no small matter and must not be delayed.

Fortunately, I'm on the way back.

She asked the simple sister who looked like she grew up in a wealthy family for ointment and bandages.

Now it finally works.

Maura sidled away from Angie's touch and took a step back, her eyes fixed on her.

"Did you really kill someone?"

Angie paused, and after two seconds she muttered, "Hmm."

Just one short word ignited the mullah's anger again.

But I'm not angry at her for doing such a thing.

"Who was it? When? Did they do something? Why didn't they tell me?"

Maura is the product of some unknown patron.

When she was pregnant with Mullah, it was an ectopic pregnancy and having an abortion rashly would have been life-threatening.

So there were mullahs.

But the other party was obsessed with the illusory prosperity and the sweet words of the guests, and had no awareness of being a mother at all.

At first, the baby was able to survive by relying on relief funds.

When he grew up, he lost this benefit and was left to roam free.

If I think of him, I will leave him a meal. If I don’t think of him, I will just pretend that I don’t have this son.

Most customers like excitement and will let him stay aside while the other party is doing the work.

It was Grandma Anji who lived nearby and met the starving Maula.

At that time, his mother had not been home for several days, and he didn't know which man was on the list.

He was too young at that time and didn't even know how to go out and beg.

Anji's grandmother softened her heart and took him home.

And send him some things from time to time so that he can continue to grow.

He also took the initiative to fight with his mother so that Maula could go to school like other children.

Although the elderly live here, the situation is not optimistic and it is difficult to support two children.

The three of them always had one meal hungry and one meal full.

But that was when Maula was happiest.

Before Anji's grandmother died, he promised her that he would take good care of Anji.

For this reason, when Angie was sent to an orphanage by people with bad intentions, he tried his best to keep her.

He forged an identity and sent Angie back to school.

In the past, it was Grandma Anji who took care of him, and now he has to take care of Anji.

That's what he originally thought.

No matter what Angie does, he will stand by him.

But after getting to know Angie for a long time, he found that Angie was very obedient.

In real life, it is Angie, who is six years younger than him, who takes care of him more.

They eat and live together, and worry about dinner every day and next month's tuition together.

We were both bullied by older kids, and we secretly fought back...

They are each other's closest relatives, why should even he be kept in the dark?