Xiao Yi looked up at them, a look of struggle appeared in his eyes, but after a moment he calmed down again. He made a choice and nodded.
"Now, tell us everything you know?" Minghui smiled at him and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry."
Xiao Yi moved his lips and then began to whisper everything he had seen.
"During the New Year, several people came to visit Mom..."
Xiao Yi remembers that night very clearly.
At the time, there were only two children in the orphanage: him and Xiaorong. That New Year, the director's mother was with them, in this small living room. They received a red envelope, and even though it only contained one dollar, they were very happy.
Xiaorong was his best and only friend, sitting next to him at the time, and Xiaoyi gave her his own dollar. He always remembered the last time Xiaorong went shopping with the director's mother, and when she came back, she told him she saw a beautiful hair tie for two dollars...
Just as Xiaorong carefully put away the dollar he gave her, the doorbell rang.
They all fell silent immediately. It was dark outside. Who could be coming at this time?
The director's mother stood up, motioned for them to go back to their room, and went to open the door by herself.
Because of his strong curiosity, he did not follow Xiaorong back, but hid behind the wall at the living room door and eavesdropped on the movements outside.
The people who came didn't seem to be bad people. Xiao Yi heard them claiming to be from some research institute. Although he didn't know what the institute was or where it was, he knew that the director's mother's son worked in the institute.
The brother only came back once a year. Every time he chatted with the dean's mother, the clever little Yi could always remember one or two words in their conversation. That's how he remembered the word "research institute".
But later, all he could hear was the sad crying of the dean's mother.
It seemed that the good brother died while doing research outside, and those people brought his belongings to the dean's mother.
After that night, the director's mother became absent-minded, and Xiao Yi always saw her crying alone in the room.
Two days later, the director's mother went out and bought Xiaorong the hairband she wanted, and there was a smile on her face.
The next day, several people wearing yellow hats and gray-green clothes came. The director's mother demolished her room, and there were banging sounds coming from it every day.
Until the noises disappeared, the director's mother's room was never opened again, and they were not allowed to enter the kitchen again.
After that, the orphanage adopted several children one after another, and he and Xiaorong were six years old.
As the days passed, everything seemed to be getting better, and this calmness lasted until the day Xiaorong died.
She lay in her bed, so cold that no one noticed until Xiao Yi saw that she was taking a long time to get up to eat and went to push her.
No one knew how Xiaorong died. It was the first time the children had come into contact with death and they had nightmares for several days. The director's mother also looked very haggard.
Xiao Yi didn't remember it until several days later. He didn't know how the dean's mother dealt with Xiao Rong's body.
Xiaorong's death seemed to open Pandora's box. In the days that followed, there would always be children who would die quietly one day.
Xiao Yi never thought of doubting the director's mother, because she cried so sadly every time a child left, just as he heard her crying for the death of her own child that night.
"But I saw it." There was no expression on Xiao Yi's face. He seemed to have gotten used to recalling the past.
He didn't know which night it was, but he had a nightmare. In the dream, Xiaorong had her back to him and kept crying, but no matter how he walked or how he went around, he couldn't see Xiaorong's face.
Amid her crying, Xiao Yi struggled to open his eyes and found that his face was covered with tears.
That night, he opened the door to wash his face, but he accidentally saw the director's mother kneeling in front of the door. A pair of black hands took away something from her hand...
He hid behind the door and watched the scene, trying to figure out what the dean's mother was doing, but soon he fell asleep unknowingly.
From that night on, Xiao Yi always tried hard to stay awake until midnight.
Therefore, he knew that the dean's mother repeated this strange behavior every night, but he didn't know what happened next because he could not find out why he suddenly fell asleep.
He never had the chance to see what was in the room, and he still didn't know who the black hands belonged to, just as he didn't know where the bodies of the dead children went.
Because the director's mother would always send the children away, as the eldest child, Xiao Yi had to take care of his younger siblings, so every time he came back with the children, the body had disappeared.
"What about today? Still didn't see anything?" Nan Peng asked in a low voice.
Xiao Yi shook his head. Although he had been careful today, when he carefully opened the door from outside and came in again, Xiaoxue's body had disappeared.
but,
"Mom was already in that room at that time." Xiao Yi looked at the closed door with a dim gaze, and Zi Bai quickly moved his body to block his gaze.
Xiao Yi was stunned for a moment, his vision blocked, and then he lowered his head. Nan Peng sighed, looked at Zi Bai, and briefly recounted what he had seen last night, proving that Xiao Yi had not lied or fabricated anything.
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