Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet

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The picture in front of me is no longer the crimson wooden door panel, but a slightly dilapidated house, and the railings at the entrance are torn.

I saw a board hanging above the main entrance.

Write a few big characters on it.

"Love Orphanage."

Orphanage, this is actually an orphanage.

The surrounding scenery is white and hazy, and it is impossible to see the real situation around it, so it is not clear. In the process of contacting the memory of the soul, I am not able to judge where the orphanage is located.

At the moment, the loving orphanage was in a depression, and there was a layer of dust on the play facilities.

The red slide was covered with yellow leaves, and some rainwater accumulated at the bottom of the slide. The yard, which was supposed to be green, was bare at the moment.

A cold wind blew through, and I felt as though my hairs were standing up with the swaying yellow leaves.

The gate of the orphanage looked like a seal.

On the worn swing, something caught my attention.

The familiar figure, a small, piece of cloth made of floral cloth was worn on his body, and a long black hair that should have been supple was scattered behind him.

This ... is that doll!

No, I narrowed my eyes. She was a lot bigger than the doll I saw at Ye Yao's house. It ’s better to be a girl than a doll!

She was sitting on the swing so quietly, her two legs not wearing shoes or socks were shaking.

I stared back at that back. She turned her back on me and sat on the swing, swinging around.

Suddenly, she seemed to have found something, stopped her movements, her body was stiffened slightly, her head turned slowly towards me.

It made me feel creepy, and her legs were weak. When she turned her head, she didn't follow her body.

So from the back I looked like her head was twisted by an invisible hand, turning strongly, and wanted to turn 180 degrees!

This behavior flashed a picture in my mind.

It was the doll that was treated so by other people, cruel and inhuman.

When the girl's face was about to be exposed to my eyes, a violent white light from somewhere came into my eyes, and the dazzling eyes closed me quickly.

I quickly covered my hands and wanted to wait for the light to disappear and look up to see what was going on.

But before I put my hand down, a lot of laughter and laughter came from my ears.

"Xiaoru! Come after me, I won't let you catch it!"

"Obviously you bad guy, you like snow dolls, and give it back to her!"

"Well ... can I play on the swing for a while, soon."

I heard a word in my ear, and lowered my hand slowly.

There is no longer a depression, no vitality and shabby, no people, but a thriving scene directly.

The sunlight above his head was warm and bright, shining on the orphanage.

The children just now were all orphans inside.

Through the fence constructed by metal poles, I saw them playing in the yard.

Every child is so young and very simple to wear.

When I saw them, I couldn't help thinking.

These innocent and lovely children are all orphans, have no parents, or are abandoned.

Just then, my eyes noticed the figure of Huahua. At this moment, she was facing me, standing in front of the swing, and discussing with the boy who was sitting on it.

Her voice was small, thin, and soft, with a look of fear, a little timid, looking at the boy on the swing.

The boy was unwilling at first and even pushed her with her hands. Her delicate young body fell down and fell directly to the ground.

"I won't play for you!"

Because the girl fell off guard unexpectedly, her palms touched the ground first. In order to support her body, her tender palms were bloodshot by the gravel on the ground.

This is her action, I can see clearly, the face of this girl in floral commoner.

To my surprise, she was cute and exquisite.

Really, like a doll, it may be because she wears some earthy floral clothes, which has suppressed her delicate atmosphere a lot.

I saw her being pushed to the ground, remembering that when I walked over to blame the boy on the swing, the actions of the children next to me surprised me.

None of them came out to help the girl in floral rags to get justice, but the girl who helped the other girl to regain the doll was not looking at her.

Several of them gathered around, whispering, and then, like an innocent person, spread out and played.

I can see that this girl is isolated.

Although I don't know the specific reason, but the girl in floral commoner was isolated and treated with indifference, I all see it.

Just then, a tall and thin man came over.

He was very ordinary, and his face was so unrecognizable that it was placed in a vast crowd.

He stepped on his long legs and came to the slide with a sloppy expression on his face. He yelled and yelled, "Who was wetting yesterday ?!"

I saw all the children's eyes turned to the girl in floral rags, and the alarm bell rang loudly in my heart. I wanted to run immediately, but found that my legs could not be moved at all.

What I can do, it seems that I can only be a third party, a bystander, to use eyes to record this memory, this history is recorded.

But I cannot change.

Indeed, this is, after all, something that has entered the historical traces of the past. I am just a human. How can I change the past in this way?

The fierce-looking man instantly glanced at the floral-clothed girl.

"Smelly girl! It's you again! I think you're looking for death!"

The girl had tears in her eyes because of a palm injury. Now seeing this ferocious man approaching herself, the tears that had been in her eyes burst out instantly.

"Not me, not me ... I don't have a wet bed, Dean Xu, I really don't."

Dean Xu?

Could it be this man, the director of this orphanage?

It is said that Xiangyou was born in the heart. This Xu Yuan grew into this picture. At first glance, I felt that he was not a good person, nor was it a good stubble.

Sure enough, I saw Dean Xu pulling the girl directly from the ground, and the other hand did not know where he pulled out a small, coarse and thin stick, and pulled it against the girl's ass!

"Let you wet the bed! Let you wet the bed! How old are you to wet the bed? Is it mentally handicapped or mentally handicapped?"

Every sentence was terribly dying, and I frowned fiercely. To be honest, his stick fell, but the stick was strong, and the children in the entire yard shrank, silent, watching the girl beating .

No one helped her, no.

I saw that the back of the original clean floral pants was spreading red color. I saw this scene, it was really heartache and anger!

This is child abuse! How does this man deserve to be the director of an orphanage?

Suddenly, a flash of scenes in the orphanage just flashed in my head. I didn't ignore the seal on the gate.

It seems that I already knew the result of the matter.

The orphanage must have been closed for something, and the seal must be the police station.

As for what ...

I held my breath, resisting the pain in my heart, and watching the girl's buttocks gradually spread toward the bright red liquid around me, my vision blurred instantly.

She was screaming there and kept crying, telling Dean Xu that she didn't have a wet bed.

However, it is useless.

At this time, I heard the cry of the girl from the room just outside the room, which overlaps with her cry now.

Deep despair, it is almost going to break through the sky, and even leave a thick layer of dark clouds in the sky, covering all the light.

It wasn't until the girl in Floral Cloth couldn't cry that she fainted and passed out. This furious President Xu let her go, and threw her to the ground, like throwing garbage.

"I dare you dare to wet the bed in the future!"

Talking with her feet and pounding her body twice, she left angrily.

The stick in his hand was still stained with the girl's live blood, which turned the yellow stick directly into blood red.

Everything that followed gave me the urge to strangle the children for the first time.

However, I feel that my initial thinking about them was completely biased.

They saw the girl who was lying motionless and covered in blood. No one went to help her, no one called the ambulance, but stood beside and surrounded them.

Among them, the girl who was robbed of the doll said scaredly: "The hospital ... the director won't know it's my bed?"

"Xue Xue, don't worry, the dean won't blame you."

"Yeah, yeah, the dean thinks it's her peeing. After all, she often wets the bed, and it doesn't matter if she lets you block it once."

"But ... why is she motionless, is she okay?"

The boy who was shaking on the swing did not care: "She must be pretending to be dead, so that she can escape the dean's punishment, let's go and have dinner soon!"

"Then ..." said the girl Xue Xue still worried.

"Oh, don't worry, she'll be there on time after dinner."

I feel like my heart is frozen and hard.

Even breathing is like being blocked by a foreign body. I do not hesitate to believe that my face must be very ugly.

Is this ... is this the end of that girl?

A group of gangster bear children isolated her without saying that she knew that Dean Xu was a violent person and gave her the trouble of wetting the bed.

Obviously she was already covered with blood, why could they still say that she was pretending to be dead?

Naive and innocent? Cute and kind orphans?