A sharp scream escaped its lips.
"Tell me, didn't you steal my socks last time?!"
The sound was sharp and piercing, making my eardrums ache.
When did I ever steal her socks?
This is my first time here!
Before I could even speak, three other girls gathered around.
His eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.
"My underwear disappeared last week too, it must have been you who did it!"
"And my high heels, they're brand new, I only wore them for two days and they're gone! If you didn't steal them, who else could it be!"
"That's right, we've lost so many things these past few days, it must have been you, you thief, who did it!"
Now I understand. They were robbed, but the blame was inexplicably pinned on me.
I quickly explained that I hadn't done it.
"If you didn't do it, who did? What's in that bag you're holding!"
When did I get a bag in my hand?
I was stunned again when a little girl with a ponytail snatched the black plastic bag from my hand.
No, when did I get a bag?
It felt like when I was in room 201 before, and I inexplicably walked into the living room.
Could it be that...
A sudden inspiration flashed through my mind.
The owner of the sanitation worker's uniform I'm wearing really went into room 201 and room 403 before he died.
Oh, Yingniang, you've caused me so much suffering.
"You really did steal it!"
The little girl with her ponytail rummaged through the black trash bag in my "hand" and pulled out a pair of black stockings, several other pairs of socks, and a pair of white canvas shoes.
"You're not a cleaner! You're a thief!"
The little girl who was grabbing my arm screamed again.
She gripped my hand tightly, turned her head, and shouted loudly towards the outside, "Help! Catch this pervert!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the sound of doors opening with a bang echoed in the hallway, followed by hurried and chaotic footsteps, indicating that quite a few people were rushing towards them.
What if they get caught in the sea?
I instinctively flung my hand away, trying to break free from the girl's grip.
In my panic, my hand accidentally touched her face.
With a "splat," the little girl's eyeball popped out of its socket, rolled down her cheek, and fell to the ground, rolling a long way.
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