Cheng Shuang naturally wouldn't let her doll be unhappy. She grabbed the water pipe, walked to the living room, and gave a command. The faucet made a gurgling sound as the iron pipe dried up, and then a large amount of rust-colored water gushed out.
An attack and a roadblock finally hit their target before flooding the living room.
The dusty afterimage was hit by the water flow and slammed against the ceiling before crashing heavily into the floor, where the water was ankle-deep.
The bear cub even lifted the bucket and pounced, slamming the wet, gray shadow back into the water.
Cheng Shuang quickly called for a halt.
After confirming that the water pipe was dry, she casually tossed it aside, excitedly ran over, changed into a pair of thicker rubber gloves, opened a small gap connecting the bucket to the ground, reached in with her arm, and pulled out something wet and heavy that didn't resist being squeezed for a long time.
The main problem is that it feels squishy and clunky when you squeeze it, which isn't a very pleasant experience.
The little girl pursed her lips in disgust, gesturing for the bear cub to lift the bucket.
When the bucket was turned over, Cheng Shuang subconsciously let out a soft "Huh?"
So ugly!
It's so ugly!
She simply couldn't believe that this tattered rag doll, leaking cotton, had been running around the room so wildly, not afraid that it would drop all the cotton as it ran, until it was all gone, turning from a doll into nothing but rags...
But from the joy of revenge that the freak revealed, she knew it was this dusty rag doll.
Perhaps it had met its nemesis. The round buttonholes sewn onto the flat, round face of the rag doll were lifeless, like a real old toy. The buttonhole on the other eyeball was about to fall off, allowing the enemy to examine it over and over.
Water droplets kept dripping down.
The smell of dust was finally replaced by the humid air.
The little girl could tell from the bear cub that it still wouldn't return to its original shape that water was equally unfriendly to plush toys and cloth toys.
She handed the tattered doll to the freak, grabbed the bear cub's hand, pushed open the balcony door, and let the water flow out. The bear cub happily basked in the sun, shook its fur, dried itself off, and then neatly returned to its original form.
Afraid of getting the teddy bear wet again, Cheng Shuang put it away, picked up the tattered doll, and squeezed out the water little by little.
The monstrous creature automatically returned to Cheng Shuang's head, listening to the little girl holding the doll and softly questioning, "What are you? Are you a monster that has come to life?"
"What happened here? Where are the original owners? Did they move? And what about those children? Aren't they all from an orphanage?"
The plush toy didn't react at all, and Cheng Shuang didn't expect the little prisoner she had just captured to surrender willingly.
She handed it over to the zombie monster to look after, watching it swallow it whole with a vengeful look, and then returned to the master bedroom to continue looking at the photos.
However, since she had other plans, she didn't intend to spend too much time in the room.
She hung a series of framed photos on her arm and walked out of the house while looking at them.
The corridor of the hotel-style apartment was not much different from the high-rise buildings she remembered, and it also had an elevator.
However, considering that the building was in disrepair, Cheng Shuang gave up taking the elevator. She pushed open the door of the emergency exit and prepared to go downstairs to visit the orphanage.
These ten photos, taken between 1957 and 1959, are spaced about two or three months apart.
The little girl didn't think too deeply about it. She hadn't experienced enough darkness. She just thought that Fei Si Shi had a quirk: he liked raising children, but he wasn't a good foster father. He would beat them if they misbehaved, and if they still didn't meet his expectations, he would go to the orphanage to get a new child.
Since they're not my own children, I have no feelings for them and don't care about them.
She walked around, stopping occasionally, but finding no new clues in the photo frames, she prepared to put them back in the storage compartment. Then, she casually flipped the frames and discovered writing on the back.
The date is in red.
The date on Ferrona's red card is December 1959.
What's the meaning?
The little girl scratched her head. She had thought the previous dates were the children's birthdays, since they were all around the same age and their birthdays wouldn't be more than two years apart. But now it seemed... the red dates were the days they were abandoned?
Cheng Shuang glanced at her surroundings and realized she was parked at the corner of the stairwell. There was a potted plant in the corner meant to beautify the environment, but unfortunately, it had long since withered and died due to lack of water.
She hid herself in the side shadow of the potted plant and flipped open the photo frame, comparing the dates one by one.
Sure enough, the red date corresponded to the adoption date of the second child (?).
Why bother writing it down?
This kind of thing doesn't matter to adults, but for orphans who don't have parents, isn't it another blow?
Cheng Shuang instinctively disliked this method of recording.
She put away the photo frame, reached down and pulled off the zombie, then pulled the rag doll wrapped in it out of the cloak. She took out a simple sewing kit, clumsily sewed the buttons back on, and asked again, unwilling to give up, "Where is your little master? Why didn't you leave here with them?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl looked down sharply at the ugly and shabby rag doll. She realized something, her face turned deathly pale, and she asked anxiously, "Are they... all dead?!"
Having experienced the horrific night at the girls' school, she would be incredibly foolish if she couldn't decipher the theme of this cycle of reincarnation.
This land of death is occupied by wanderers in the form of ghosts, or rather, ghosts are 'resurrected'. Although she doesn't understand why the wanderers look different, even though they are not human, they still follow the culture or legends left behind by humans, there must be a cause and an effect.
Either the children died with resentment, or it was Faith...
Cheng Shuang felt a bit confused, her head aching from overthinking. She stared blankly at the unresponsive doll, hoping for the first time that the doll would speak up and deny her answer.
Until a shadow fell over them, and the mournful sighs of the freak grew heavier with each passing moment.
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