Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

“Miss Torres, this mirror is beautiful, but…it’s useless. You want to use the mirror to break open the door? Then I might as well use my feet to kick it open.”

Lauren glanced at Ben with some disdain.

“Of course not, Mr. Carson. Violence can’t solve all problems. It has to depend on this.”

She pointed at her own head.

Ben was even more confused. Asking him to hit it with his head?

Before he could figure out what Lauren meant, something happened on the mirror in the next second and Ben threw the mirror away in shock.

The wooden butterfly carving on the mirror actually left the frame and flew straight up into the air, turning into real butterflies.

These butterflies flew through the gaps in the factory gate.

Ben was dumbfounded, and so was George.

Lauren let out a gasp.

“Mr. Carson, why did you throw the mirror away? If it breaks, it’s over!”

Lauren hurriedly ran to pick up the mirror. Fortunately, the mirror fell into weeds and did not break.

The butterflies flew away, and now the frame was flat.

“This thing is too magical!” Ben moved closer to take a look, but the thing in the mirror unexpectedly gave Ben a great shock.

This mirror was actually something like a video recorder. What was shown in the mirror was not their faces, but the environment inside the factory!

“These little butterflies are like cameras! What they see is what we see in the mirror.”

Lauren used her spiritual sense to command the butterflies to fly around the factory.

There was nothing special about this factory, nor were there any signs of life.

Another wasted effort? Lauren let the butterflies fly around again, but she still did not find anything special.

She had no choice but to let the butterflies fly out again.

The butterflies that flew back landed steadily on the frames. The moment they landed on the frames, the living butterflies turned into wood-carved butterflies again.

“What’s that smell? It smells so good.”

Lauren also smelled the fragrance. She felt that she had smelled it somewhere before.

She sniffed the butterflies on the frames.

“The fragrance was brought out by these butterflies. It should be the smell from the factory.” The two of them followed the way back home in disappointment.

[System Divine Nine: What do you intend to do next?]

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lauren was also at a loss.

“George, do you know of any way to contact this ghost called Miles Parker?”

On the way back, George indicated that he had not been in a car for a long time, so Lauren invited him to take the car home together.

George, who was sitting in the back seat, shook his head. “I can’t contact him. They have always only contacted us. Whenever they need children, they will leave a message at the place where we rest. We will then take the children to that warehouse.”

So…

She initially thought that she would be able to find the missing children after catching these little devils!

Ben looked at Lauren who was at a loss, sighed and continued driving.

Lauren did not return to the Torres family. Instead, she asked Ben to drive her to an ice cream shop to eat ice cream.

“Hmm…I am in a bad mood today, so I want to eat two ice cream scoops! Mr. Carson, don’t tell my brother.”

“Okay, I won’t tell Master Franklin this time.”

Lauren bought three servings of ice cream. One was for herself, one was for Ben, and the other was for George.

“But I can’t eat it.”

As a ghost, he did not have to eat or sleep, so in a way he had lost a lot of fun.

“Even if you can’t eat it, you can take a look. George, you must have missed these foods in the human world.”

Lauren happily ate her ice-cream. Her earlier disappointment had been driven away by the sweet food.

Another customer pushed the door open and entered. The wind chime at the door rang, and what caught Lauren’s attention was the familiar fragrance.

Lauren suddenly raised her head and saw that the person standing in front of the ordering table was actually the principal of the kindergarten, Irene Pulver.

She was not alone. There was a little girl with two ponytails beside her.

She should be Irene Pulver’s daughter. Was this scent a coincidence?

Lauren waved at Ben. “Mr. Carson, smell this. is this the same scent that we smelled at the warehouse?”

Ben sniffed. “It seems like it.”

Before the two of them could finish whispering, Irene walked over in her high heels.

“Lauren?”

Lauren had no choice but to raise her head and greet Irene with a smile.

“Hello, Auntie Irene!”

“It really is you. I didn’t expect that we would be so fated to meet each other here.” She pointed at the empty seat beside Lauren. “Can we sit here?”