Although the dead child had indeed come into contact with Qian Xingxing yesterday, it was only for a short while. Zi Bai didn't think that Qian Xingxing's feelings for the child were deep enough to make him feel like his soul had left his body.

There must be something else here that others don't know.

Thinking of this, Zi Bai stretched out a hand and patted the back of Qian Xingxing's hand on her thigh. It felt cold.

Qian Xingxing was awakened by his sudden movement. He looked like his soul had left his body and suddenly returned to his soul.

"What's wrong? What happened?" His questions were all confusing, and Zi Bai became more and more certain that something was wrong with him.

"You don't look well."

Qian Xingxing didn't expect that Zi Bai came to care about her, and then shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

He didn't know whether he should tell about his dream last night. One reason was that he was not sure whether it was a coincidence. In his dream last night, he killed "Xiaoxue", and today in reality, Xiaoxue died. This kind of thing was really ridiculous.

Secondly, if he really killed Xiaoxue... wouldn't he be a murderer now? How would other people treat a murderer?

So no matter whether it was the first or second option, Qian Xingxing was ultimately unable to bring himself to speak.

Zi Bai frowned and looked at him with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking. No one would believe what he had just said, but if Qian Xingxing himself was unwilling to speak, then there was nothing they could do.

In the end, he could only remind himself in his heart to observe Qian Xingxing more carefully in the future, and then changed the subject.

"It's okay. Play some games with the kids to distract them."

Qian Xingxing nodded, as he felt he needed to divert his attention.

Inside the house, as soon as Nan Peng and Minghui entered, they saw Xiao Yi lying by the door and eavesdropping. The young boy stood on tiptoe and did not stand directly outside the door. Instead, he chose to stand in front of the wall by the door, leaning his upper body out to eavesdrop.

Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, Xiao Yi quickly shrank back, looking at Nan Peng and Minghui who came in, at a loss.

Nan Peng glanced at the door. It was the door where he saw the pair of black hands last night. The director's mother was nowhere to be seen in the room... plus Xiao Yi's actions.

Could it be that the dean’s mother went into that room?

He glanced towards the living room, but Xiaoxue's body was gone.

Minghui waved to Xiaoyi to signal him to come over. Xiaoyi looked back at the door of the room, but finally chose to tiptoe back to Nanpeng and Minghui.

As soon as he stood still, the door was opened.

Xiao Yi's thin body suddenly stiffened for a moment.

"...You guys?" The director's mother walked out of the room. Although she closed the door quickly, Nan Peng could still see something inside through the crack.

Something that looked like an open box was nailed to the wall, with a red light coming from inside, but he didn't have time to look at it in more detail.

"The sun is a little strong today, so we want to come in and get some water for the children to drink." Minghui's expression was very natural, even though he also saw the strange thing in the house.

"Ah." The director's mother glanced out the window. The sun was indeed dazzling, so she simply said, "Then let the children come back. I'll go get the frozen popsicles. I made them the day before yesterday. They're perfect in this weather."

No one mentioned where Xiaoxue's body was placed, as if everyone had forgotten about it. Minghui just nodded calmly, then patted Xiaoyi on the shoulder and said, "Let's go and call the other children back. You don't need to help get water."

"...I understand." Xiao Yi was stunned, then nodded quickly and went outside.

"Is there anything we can help you with?" Minghui asked the director's mother with a smile. "You're welcome. I know this must be hard on you. You could use some more rest."

At this moment, he was completely an extremely caring and filial child who deeply loved his "mother" after returning to his former home. Nan Peng, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but sigh in his heart at Minghui's superb acting skills.

"Then please help me clean the tables and chairs." The director's mother nodded and sighed, "I'll go get some popsicles."

The two agreed immediately. Wiping the tables and chairs was not a difficult job and it was done in a short time. The director's mother also took out all the popsicles. As soon as the children returned to the house, they hurried to the toilet to line up to wash their hands, with joy on their faces as if they had eaten popsicles.

Qian Xingxing took over the job of distributing popsicles. He handed them to the children one by one. Soon, there were only six popsicles left.

"There's one more." He started to say, then realized something and immediately shut up.

"Yes, there's one more." The director's mother nodded and looked at them: "You can eat it too."

The popsicles were made with boiled water mixed with a little apple juice. The apple flavor was very light, but the children all enjoyed eating them.

Zibai was not afraid of his icy teeth. He bit the popsicle with a crackling sound. The mouthful of broken ice made his mind clearer.

The sun prevented the children from going out, so they played with toys, drew pictures, or read books in the living room and rooms. Time passed by little by little, and from time to time, there were sounds and smells coming from the kitchen.

The four adults were now the most "idle" people here. Minghui took this opportunity to call Xiaoyi over and let him sit on a chair.

"Xiao Yi, do you believe us?" Minghui did not avoid the other three people, but asked directly in front of them.

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