"I'm so scared..."
"Waaaaah..."
The closer you get to the trash can, the louder the crying becomes.
Su Deng walked around and discovered that there was a person squatting on the other side of the trash can.
It was a small ball, and it looked like a child.
Huddled in a corner next to a smelly garbage can in the pouring rain, he kept crying out something.
Su Deng subconsciously thought of someone, "Su Muye?"
The child heard someone and suddenly looked up. He was startled to see two people in front of him and hugged himself, shrinking back as much as he could.
It's not Su Muye.
Su Deng raised an eyebrow. "If you keep shrinking, you'll end up in the trash can."
The child's eyes were red. "Who...who are you?"
"Just a passerby." Su Deng held a string of skewers in one hand and took the umbrella from Yan Sizhan with the other, holding it over his head. "Why are you here?"
"I..." The child hugged his soaking wet body, ignoring the trash flying around him, "I'll wait for my mom here."
"Mother?"
"My mom said she went to buy me some food and told me to wait here for her to come back..."
Su Deng: "..."
What kind of mother goes to buy food and leaves her child squatting next to the garbage can while waiting?
What if your mother doesn't come back?
"No!!" the child said. "I believe in my mom. Mom will definitely come back. I'll wait for Mom... How could Mom abandon me... She wouldn't..."
His voice grew weaker and lower as he spoke.
Another child looking for his mother, around five or six years old, made Su Deng involuntarily think of Su Muye.
Su Muye should also be in this world, searching for her, his mother.
It's the middle of the night, and the rain is pouring down, and we're still in a garbage dump...
In the past, Su Deng would never have cared; she was afraid of causing someone else's death.
But now, she can't stop thinking about Su Muye.
More importantly, Su Deng did not forget that this was a game world under the control of the Divine Court, and all non-players were NPCs, who knew what kind of plot might be triggered.
Su Deng paused, then squatted down. "What's your name?"
The child looked at her warily.
Su Deng tried her best to keep her expression gentle and approachable. "We're not bad people. Maybe I can help you find your mother."
"I...I..." the child stammered softly, "My name is Qin Xian..."
Su Deng: "? What's your name?"
Child: "Qin Xian".
Su Deng: "???"
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