The old hairpin belonging to Xiaoxue was found by the child on the wall edge near the kitchen door.
Qian Xingxing let the child go back to play, while she held the hairpin in her hand, staring at the wall for a long time without saying a word.
Because this wall is strategically located between the kitchen and the mysterious room.
Therefore, Qian Xingxing's mind was filled with many speculations. Perhaps Xiaoxue was placed in that mysterious room, but there was another possibility -
Xiaoxue is in the kitchen.
If it's the latter...
Standing here, Qian Xingxing could smell the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen, but he inexplicably felt like vomiting.
It would be strange to stand here all the time, he told himself. You should leave with a normal expression, return to the sofa, and continue playing with the children, perhaps playing chess or telling stories...
But his feet seemed to be nailed down and he couldn't move a step.
At this moment, a hand pressed on his shoulder. Qian Xingxing was stunned and turned around to find that the person behind him was Zi Bai, who patted his shoulder twice.
"Brother, are you sure you don't have anything to say?"
The tip of the hairpin pricked the flesh in the palm of his hand, causing slight pain. Qian Xingxing knew that he couldn't just say nothing, because he still wanted to find out the truth about Xiaoxue's death.
Even though he had just met this child yesterday.
Zi Bai called everyone over. Three big men stood in front of the chairs and surrounded Qian Xingxing. Qian Xingxing, who was sitting in the middle, looked at the hairpin in her hand and sighed deeply.
After listening to his dream, the other three were silent for a while, but the scene of being condemned by thousands of people that Qian Xingxing imagined did not appear. The silence of the other three was just because they were carefully thinking about what this dream might be about.
Zi Bai probably figured out why Qian Xingxing hadn't confessed his dream before, so he took the initiative to speak:
"Let's not talk about it being just a dream. Just the Xiaoxue in your dream, no matter how you think about it, can't be the real Xiaoxue. Besides, you killed someone in the kitchen in your dream, so the body should be in the kitchen."
Nan Peng nodded as he listened to his words, and then continued, "But why are you the only one among the four of us who had such a strange dream?"
If it was influenced by the smell of the incense that night, then he and Zibai, who were sleeping outside, were the ones who should have been dreaming.
"I always feel that the dream is too real." Qian Xingxing shook his head, even though there were many very bizarre things in the dream, such as the head on the ceiling and the moving shadows...
But isn't the reality they're in now just as strange?
Therefore, he always tends to believe that the dream actually has a certain degree of reality.
"Didn't you try to open the door of the other room at that time?" Minghui asked this question while stroking his chin.
Qian Xingxing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said hesitantly, "Come to think of it, I actually noticed that room at the time, but afterwards... I seemed to have naturally overlooked it?"
The two doors are clearly separated by only a wall.
As soon as he said this, everyone's suspicion about the things in the room deepened.
Fortunately, they don’t have to be troubled by this doubt for too long. Tonight, Zi Bai thought, they will definitely find some results tonight.
At the same time, he said to Qian Xingxing, "If there is indeed some truth in your dream, then I think it must be the part about that room and those black heads."
black.
Everyone present should be very sensitive to this color.
Qian Xingxing nodded, carefully put the hairpin into her pocket, and then said, "Don't get together anymore, she should be coming out soon."
It's obvious who this "she" refers to.
Although he said this to several people, Qian Xingxing's main attention was still on the kitchen. Therefore, he was the first person to notice that the noise in the kitchen was gradually subsiding.
The other three people quickly walked away at his reminder, and everyone kept a normal look. This was the scene that the director's mother saw when she came out of the kitchen.
She squinted her eyes and smiled, the sadness of losing a child no longer existing on her face.
The meal was quite plentiful, no longer just a simple bowl of porridge. Each child had a small bowl of rice, accompanied by stir-fried vegetables and meat with onions.
Qian Xingxing couldn't eat much. When the director's mother showed concern for him, he just shook his head and said he was fine, saying that he couldn't eat because it was too hot.
The lunch was very quiet and the children didn't talk much. After all, the departure of their friends still had some impact on them.
After dinner, the children took a nap after digesting their food. The director's mother was washing dishes in the kitchen. The door was closed and there was a lot of clanging inside.
Qian Xingxing bravely tried to open the door of the room with his hands, but the door handle was unexpectedly cold and he couldn't turn it at all.
He shook his head at everyone and left the door helplessly.
Sunlight streamed in through the window. The orphanage was so empty that they couldn't even think of searching for any clues, so they simply went into the children's room.
After all, they had played a lot in the morning, so even if it wasn’t intense, the children were still sleepy and soon fell into a sound sleep.
Xiao Yi slowly climbed down from the bed, took out the handkerchief he had hidden in his clothes and stuffed it into the hands of several adults. He didn't know what else he could do, because he knew he was too young, but as long as he could do something, he was willing to help.
As long as I can give Xiaorong and those dead children the truth, and save those living children, that would be enough.
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