Chapter 083 Chapter 83
She entered the mental picture.
The fog cleared and she opened her eyes.
When she looked up, she found herself standing at the gate of the orphanage.
The hollow iron door was closed.
Through the iron pillars, she could see dozens of children laughing, running and jumping in the yard.
It was a seemingly ordinary afternoon.
The afternoon sun shines down gently.
For a moment, Xia Meng couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
She couldn't help but wonder whether she had actually walked into the welfare home.
How come the mental picture is exactly the same as the reality?
Xia Meng looked around.
Even the streets looked exactly the same as the ones she had passed before.
But strangely, the buildings on both sides of the street looked much newer than the ones she had seen when she passed by them before.
It seems like it was built only a few years ago.
How could that be?
She remembered that the houses along the street were at least twenty years old.
Why does it suddenly seem like everything has been renovated?
Xia Meng was a little confused.
She tried to look as far as she could and found that the street outside was surrounded by smoke.
It's the border.
In other words, the spiritual picture this time is all within the scope of this welfare home.
At this time, the door of the welfare home opened.
A brown-haired woman in her forties appeared behind the door. She looked like a typical Caucasian.
The woman wore black-framed glasses and was slightly overweight. She was wearing a beige thick sweater with a white shirt underneath. She looked very friendly.
The woman came out, waved at Xia Meng with a smile, and said, "Xia Meng! How did you know you were standing outside alone? Where is the person who brought you here?"
It really is entering the spiritual picture.
The people inside seemed to know her name naturally.
Xia Meng was a little curious about what kind of identity she had obtained this time.
She walked towards the woman.
When she got closer, she realized that the woman was at least a head taller than her.
Xia Meng herself is not short, about 1.7 meters tall. When she stands in a crowd, she can at least look down on most of the female comrades.
I didn't expect that once I arrived in this foreign country, I would instantly feel the dependence of a little bird on my mother.
She looked up and blinked in surprise. This woman must be about 1.85 meters tall, right?
It’s almost catching up with Li Zhou.
But she couldn't help but feel strange.
Judging by her naked eye, the woman was about 1.723 meters tall.
He doesn't look like he is about 1.8 meters tall.
Xia Meng was puzzled and replied, "...I don't know."
The plot has to move forward.
The woman wasn't surprised. She continued to smile and waved at her, "Then come in first. You'll be living here from now on. I'll show you around, okay?"
Xia Meng was stunned.
So, her current identity is... a child sent to an orphanage?
……child?
Xia Meng subconsciously lowered her head and saw that she was dressed like a girl in her early teens, wearing a green knee-length dress.
He has thin arms and legs and seems to be a little malnourished.
At this moment, Xia Meng finally realized where that vague and strange feeling came from.
She is not an adult yet.
He hasn't grown up yet, no wonder he has to look up to see women.
Seeing that Xia Meng hadn't reacted, the woman assumed she was new and shy, so she walked over, gently took her hand, touched her face, and said gently, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rebecca, you can call me Aunt Rebecca. I'm the deputy director of this orphanage. Come, I'll take you in."
As she spoke, Rebecca exerted a little force with her hands and brought Xia Meng into the door.
Before entering the door, Xia Meng subconsciously glanced at the thick fog at the end of the street.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but this time, the feeling of being spied on and watched was even clearer.
Ever since Xia Meng first entered the mental image, she always had a similar feeling.
It was as if someone was watching her from within the thick fog.
Scrutinizing her.
When she turned her head, the gaze disappeared.
she:"……"
The next second, she was pulled into the welfare home.
The hollow iron door closed behind her.
She turned her gaze back.
There are several sycamore trees planted in the yard. They should not be very old, as their crowns barely reach the height of the second floor.
Xia Meng narrowed her eyes slightly.
There seems to be a problem with timing.
Because she remembered very clearly that when she climbed over the wall into the yard just now, the most conspicuous sycamore trees were already as tall as three stories.
At this time, the tree just reached the height of the second floor.
Could it be that time has gone backwards?
Was the mental picture she entered a scene from someone's memory from more than ten or twenty years ago?
Xia Meng thought it was very likely.
At present, it is still unknown whose spiritual picture this is. It is very likely that all the sentries in the welfare home have been trapped here.
For them, where is the place with the most profound memory and the most overlap?
Of course it’s the welfare home.
All right.
I can roughly determine the time and background.
The next priority is to find Li Zhou as soon as possible, while trying to avoid Hermann and his men.
The second step is to find the door here.
Xia Meng maintained a calm expression, looking past the sycamore trees to the playground and amusement park on the other side.
The welfare home has complete facilities. From children of a few years old to teenagers, there are basically suitable activity areas, and there is even a small football field.
Aunt Rebecca led her inside.
She introduced as she walked: "Look, this is the teaching building. Everyone's classrooms are here, from first grade to tenth grade, with one class for each grade. When you come in, I will arrange for you to go to sixth grade. The sixth grade classroom is on the third floor and is easy to find. Go up the stairs, turn left and it's the first classroom."
Xia Meng nodded.
She thought to herself: Grade 1 to Grade 10?
It seems that the school system in this welfare home is somewhat different from that in the outside world.
In her impression, the school system in the UK should be 13 years.
Xia Meng was having trouble figuring out her exact age.
She tentatively said, "I thought I was supposed to be in fifth grade."
Aunt Rebecca didn't think twice and responded directly, "Indeed, given your age, you could be in the fifth grade, but, you know, your situation is quite special."
special?
Xia Meng had no idea what was so special about her.
However, if this question was asked directly, it would definitely arouse Rebecca's suspicion.
She shut up and said nothing.
Rebecca led her further inside.
Behind the teaching building are two other buildings.
Rebecca introduced, "These two buildings are your dormitories. The one on the left is the sentry's dormitory, and the one on the right is yours, the guide's dormitory."
Xia Meng nodded.
It turns out that she is also a guide here.
Rebecca led her to her room.
The room is a single room and she lives alone.
This made Xia Meng even more puzzled.
Are the conditions in this welfare home so good?
Even an orphan living here can have a single room?
Thinking about the four-person and six-person rooms in domestic universities, Xia Meng almost cried.
Damn capitalism, so jealous.
The room was small but had everything you could need.
Bed, wardrobe, desk... everything is available.
There was even a set of textbooks placed on the desk in advance.
Rebecca walked her here and stopped. She said, "Rest for a while. When it's time for dinner, go straight to the cafeteria. I'll wait for you there."
Xia Meng nodded.
After watching Rebecca leave, Xia Meng turned around and continued to look around.
She walked to the window and looked downstairs.
Where will Li Zhou be?
What would his identity be?
Orphans? Orphan teachers? Social workers?
Basically, both are possible.
I don’t know if he is still holding his face.
Xia Meng recalled several previous experiences.
It seems that most of the time, those who come in are still in their own bodies.
But it is not absolute. For example, Luo Xunfei and Cui Yang have other images.
She raised her hand and pinched her face.
Sure enough, the feel was different from her own face.
Her face was small, her skin was a little softer than before, and her facial features... She touched her eyes, nose, and mouth, and it didn't feel like her own face.
There's nothing nearby that could reflect light.
It would be nice if I could confirm that.
Her searching eyes swept across the room.
As she scanned the desk, her gaze paused on the pile of textbooks.
Detailed Explanation of Sentinel Spiritual Power
The Complete Collection of Sentinel Superpowers
Guided Introductory Course
History of World Sentinel
Xia Meng was slightly stunned.
I didn't expect that these are the things taught here.
She thought that the most she would teach would be some routine courses like English, mathematics, and history.
Before entering the mental picture, the taxi driver's words flashed through her mind again.
Young soldier.
This orphanage trains young soldiers for the Dreiser family.
Her gaze turned to the window again.
The window of her room faces the playground.
At a glance, the playground was mostly filled with older children, as well as some adults who looked to be in their twenties or thirties.
Each of the adults was leading a child, seemingly providing one-on-one instruction.
Close combat, fighting, grappling, and even the use of various weapons and props.
Those people are obviously sentinels.
Xia Meng realized that the taxi driver was right.
This place is probably really a place to train young soldiers.
Xia Meng thought about it and decided to go out for a walk first.
Hurry up and collect clues and intelligence.
She walked to the door and was about to raise her hand to open it when she heard rustling sounds coming from outside.
"Hey! Did you guys see that just now? Aunt Rebecca really brought a girl over! And she's staying in the single room across the street!"
Xia Meng's hand holding the door handle paused slightly, and she quickly put her ear close to it.
"Wow! Is this true?"
"We're all living in single rooms, how could it be fake? Look at who Aunt Rebecca has let live in before? Those of us in A-level are all living in double rooms. The B-level guys next door are even worse off, living in quad rooms."
"So the rumors are true? They really found a living S-rank guide?"
Behind the door, Xia Meng slowly widened her eyes.
S-level wizard?
she?
What’s going on?
How come this spiritual picture assigned her such a good identity!
Xia Meng finally understood what Rebecca meant by "your situation is rather special".
She actually caught up with the number of S-level wizards in the world that could be counted on one hand.
Is this true or false?
There was actually an S-level guide in this welfare home?
She lowered her eyes and glanced at the door handle.
The door handle is made of metal, and the smooth surface is just enough to reflect things.
She half-knelt down and put her face right against the door handle.
A face was clearly reflected on the silvery-white metal surface.
Black hair, black eyes.
Typical Asian face.
Xia Meng's gaze straightened slightly, staring fixedly at the face inside.
This was—her own face.
Her teenage self.
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