“Boom!”
The midnight bell rang, startling the crows that gathered on the roof of the orphanage. The tall giant pendulum swung tickingly, and time passed by little by little.
The towering high walls gradually revealed their outlines under the early sun. Large pieces of leaves fell off the walls due to wind and sun exposure. The front and back yards between the buildings of the orphanage were filled with withered yellow leaves.
At that time, the early autumn wind had just blown into the yard, and the red maple leaves swayed in the wind.
The floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor were outlined by dilapidated fences and simple gardens with faded paint. The old nuns were dressed in neat black nun uniforms with serious and indifferent expressions on their faces.
"Children who are favored by the Lord, the morning dew is the eyes of the Lord, please follow my steps, I will lift you up with my hands..."
There were nuns with side jobs in the four corners of the orphanage. Lu Zhi closed her eyes and slept quietly all night. She suddenly opened her eyes when she heard a sound in the corridor outside the door.
"You are so lazy and depraved! Even mice behave better than you!"
The old nun holding a stick glared at the sleepy children fiercely, shouting at them and driving them away as she spoke.
Lu Zhi pretended to be sleepy. He rubbed his eyes with his hands and lowered his head to follow the group outside.
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The orphanage appears to be built within the forest.
The fog was thick and my clothes had many holes. The patched clothes did not keep me warm and the fabric was rough, which made my skin uncomfortable and itchy, as if lice were crawling all over my body.
Following the old nun, there were dozens of rooms in the corridor, with about fifty people in each room.
The East Courtyard where Lu Zhi was located was gathered in the lobby on the first floor.
Walking down the creaking old wooden stairs, almost everyone looked up and saw the glaring bloodstains on the carpet and floor.
The bloodstains left by the dragging disappeared all the way to the gate. The gaps between the wet stone bricks outside the door were covered with moss, and the traces disappeared out of thin air.
Noticing their gaze, the old nun walking in front seemed to have eyes on her back. She sneered in her hoarse voice: "Dirty rats don't deserve to stay here."
Today's breakfast is very simple.
Yellow stains clung to the broken porcelain plate, hard slices of rye bread were placed haphazardly, and the milk in the cup barely reached a quarter of its height.
Two slices of rye bread for girls and three slices of rye bread for boys.
There are no cutlery.
They couldn't delay any longer, or the nun who was watching them eagerly would raise her stick and hit them on the back mercilessly.
Her brutal and bloody atrocities last night left an indelible scar in everyone's heart, so the only sound at the long dining table was the quiet swallowing.
The restaurant has two long tables.
They were quite particular about it, with a long dark-colored cloth strip placed horizontally in the middle of the wooden table, with equal lengths of cloth hanging down on both sides.
The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling was not turned on. In the dim light, some people looked at the people around them calmly.
Lu Zhi swallowed the dry and hard bread slices like chewing wax with an expressionless face, allowing the unfriendly eyes to pass over her.
I opened the game backpack, and when I saw the red warning words that suddenly appeared on the transparent light screen in front of me, the corners of my mouth twitched:
[This instance extracts the player's real-world force value * 0.63, so player Lu Zhi can only use [Golden Butterfly Knife * Item]]
What a rip off game!
Many players at the table also discovered the item constraint mechanism, and there was a hint of resentment in their eyes.
The old nun was counting the hours. When the time came, she immediately raised her stick and said emphatically, "It's time for morning prayers. Grab your things and follow me."
When passing by the kitchen, Lu Zhi paused after looking around and looked deeply at the two clothes hanging on the wall next to the kitchen door - Morning Wear and Evening Wear.
There are very few things to pay attention to in morning practice, but there is a line of small words under the large words, and the dark blue wavy font appears and disappears in the field of vision.
[Please help me pick the black four-leaf clover. I'll be waiting for you in the attic.]
She lowered her eyes and followed the team silently.
I don’t know how many players noticed that line of small words, but at least when Lu Zhi looked around, everyone had no unusual expression.
Walking through the straight corridor and standing in the courtyard filled with the chilly autumn wind, the thinly dressed children shivered constantly.
Lu Zhi saw many familiar faces in this game. Hao Shuai and Chen Ting were in the same building, and the affectionate Lu Yao was still standing behind Li Haoyu, but Lu Zhi had a faint smile.
She didn't see Yuan Shuo.
Putting aside the strange feeling in her heart, Lu Zhi thought about the sentence she had seen - there was something that required her to find the black four-leaf clover.
Black Clover...
She looked around calmly.
There is rarely any green in the orphanage in late autumn. The thumb-sized flowers and plants on the lawn have withered early, leaving only a green-brown to brown color.
The furnishings in the yard were old, and a red-painted bench stood alone on the side of the road, with large patches of paint fading.
A tattered broom was forced into his hand and Lu Zhi met the old nun's vicious gaze, so he naturally looked away.
"Be good and do your job. I don't think you would like being locked up in the confessional for a night," said the fat nun in charge of Hao Shuai and the others with a smile on her face. Her words made many people shudder.
No one wants to be locked in a confessional, with blood mixed with heavy, excited breathing. Every time I think about it, the blood in my body seems to freeze.
The fallen leaves on the ground are huge, and the thin autumn frost mist wets the layers of fallen leaves, making the cleaning work more difficult.
Lu Zhi waved the broom and moved closer to the lawn and flower bed.
No, she frowned and lowered her eyes, wondering if the so-called black four-leaf clover really existed. It must be another trap set by a strange boss to make things difficult for the players.
Hao Shuai and Chen Ting had slipped up to her side at some point, and seeing her absentmindedly shaking her wrist, they leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Yuan Shuo isn't here this time?"
When the two saw Lu Zhi, Chen Ting subconsciously looked around her, but did not see the expected man.
Lu Zhi shook her head. She thought for a few seconds and finally decided not to tell anyone about the blue words.
Judging from Hao Shuai’s appearance, he probably hasn’t met him.
The three of them together are not very conspicuous.
The originally spacious and lonely yard was now surrounded by young boys and girls, but Lu Zhi felt that something was wrong with the number of people.
All in all, there are only a handful of NPCs and players together.
The number of characters reported by the system is frightening.
Either, the orphanage copy was divided into countless sections by space cutting, and all the sums were counted together;
Or, like the copy of Haiyingzhou, the copy of the orphanage exists in two time periods.
Lu Zhi thought of Black Clover's commission and felt that the second guess was more likely.
She was obviously hiding something in her heart, and the coldness and alienation between her brows became heavier. Hao Shuai wanted to chatter away something but was stopped silently by Chen Ting.
Suddenly, the sound of fighting was heard not far ahead, waking up Lu Zhi who was immersed in his own world.
The wet dead leaves were also affected and scattered all over the sky.
Those who had gathered around to watch the excitement were shouted at and forced back by the nuns who rushed over after hearing the noise. The dead leaves on the ground were beaten to pieces with fierce sticks, making a sound of breaking wind.
"You are unrepentant! How can our Lord tolerate your existence!" Behind the old nun stood two nuns, one as thin as a pole and the other as fat as a ball. She had a sinister face and a sharp voice.
The two boys who were still fighting froze their raised fists in mid-air after hearing this. They trembled all over like frightened birds, and the fear in their eyes solidified into reality.
The old nun sneered, and the stick hit the two men with a dull sound, mixed with the crisp sound of bones breaking.
She waved her hand and signaled the two boys, one fat and one thin, who were foaming at the mouth, to "lock him up in the bell tower!"
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