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The closed iron door exuded bursts of cold air.

The space behind the door is dark and silent.

From the outside, it is impossible to see what is going on inside.

This is it!

As I approached the door, the cold became more and more pressing, as if it could invade my bones.

Li Xiaohei's eyes shone with alertness.

There is nothing to hesitate about.

I put my hand on the door.

The biting cold air wrapped around my fingers in strands and snaked its way up my wrist.

I endured the cold and pushed the door hard.

The iron gate was motionless.

His fingers gradually became numb, as if they were frozen, and this cold feeling continued to spread.

I frowned slightly and withdrew my hand in fear.

The iron door automatically opened a gap.

The Gate of Fear.

The more afraid you are, the faster you open it.

It seems that the "figure in the painting" is quite honest.

I approached the iron gate again.

Through the small gap that was opened, I looked inside.

It was pitch black and foggy, with some vague outlines of buildings undulating in the gloom.

It is basically the same as the scene in Yunze's painting.

It's just that the atmosphere in the painting is more eerie and weird.

I sighed.

Most people can't stand this scene.

I don’t know how this kid Yunze has managed to survive until now.

Crunch——

The iron door opened a little further.

But I didn't show too much fear. I only felt the coldness at my feet. When I lowered my head, I saw Li Xiaohei leaning against me tightly.

He stared at the crack in the door with fear in his eyes.

"You know you're scared."

I squatted down, picked up Li Xiaohei, and put him on my shoulders.

"What do you see?"

Of course Li Xiaohei couldn't answer. I asked him this on purpose. Sure enough, his eyes became more frightened.

He even shrank his neck for the first time.

Crunch——

The iron door is almost halfway open.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

I rubbed Li Xiaohei's little head and stepped into the door.

The cold air enveloped me instantly.

I stood in a thick black fog.

Looking back, I saw that the iron gate had disappeared.

Not far in front of me was a very old house.

I walked cautiously toward the house.

The black fog gradually faded.

The whole view of the house appeared before my eyes.

It seems to be a very small school.

An empty playground, a three-story teaching building, and a dormitory-like building at the end.

The school's door was tightly closed, and a wooden sign with peeling paint hung beside it.

Orphanage.

The first two words can't be seen clearly, and only the three words "orphanage" can be vaguely made out.

I paused slightly.

Could it be the predecessor of the welfare home?

The gate is an old-fashioned fence style, and you can see what is going on in the playground from the door.

It was empty, not a soul in sight.

The wind stirred up some dust, making it look very desolate.

I looked back twice and walked to the guard room.

Looking in through the dusty window, there was only a set of old tables and chairs inside, with no one on duty.

On the faded table were pens and paper.

I pushed open the window, picked up the rolled-edge book, and read it.

On it are dates and names.

It seems that the children's admission records.

The date is blurry, as if it has been deliberately erased, and only the name can be seen clearly.

On the latest page, the names Yunya and Yunze were written clearly.

The word Yunya is crooked.

The word "Yunze" is written very neatly.

I recognized it, it was their own handwriting!

Sure enough, it's here!

My hand tightened on the book, and then slowly loosened it.

I scrolled up to see the other names.

In addition to Yunze and Yunya, there are 11 children.

I won’t go into details about the names one by one, depending on whether the handwriting is large or small.

Putting my notebook and pen in my pocket, I climbed into the guard room through the window, then opened the desk drawer to see if I could find anything else.

A foul smell wafted out.

In the drawer was a ball of cotton wool full of blood-stained dregs.

Other than that, it's just a swing stick.

This is good.

It can also be used as a weapon in case of danger.

I took the stick into my own hands without hesitation.

With no other clues or anything available, I opened the door and walked into the orphanage.

The environment in the orphanage is really bad.

The ground of the playground is mud, and there are some weeds growing unevenly under the shabby walls.

The teaching building stands under the dim sky, surrounded by gray, silent and very depressing.

Where will the children be?

"Xiaohei, do you know where they are?" I tilted my head and asked Li Xiaohei on my shoulder.

But he shook his head and looked around warily.

It seems that once you get here, you can only find it step by step.

After looking around, I quickly ran to the teaching building.

There are four rooms on the first floor.

At this time, three doors were closed and one door was ajar.

A faded sign hangs above the ajar door.

office.

I carefully peeked in through the crack in the door.

The simple desk was piled with lesson plans and materials, but no one was inside.

I walked into the office and found that everything here was covered with dust. No one had been here for an unknown period of time.

"There is no teacher, or is it for some other reason?"

I rummaged through my desk.

I found a stack of composition books, shook the dust off, and opened a notebook.

The title is my wish.

"My wish is to be a good child, not to make mistakes, not to be scolded or beaten."

Open the second book.

“My wish is to become a confectioner and make lots of candies every day, so I don’t have to worry about running out of candies anymore.”

The third book.

"My wish is to be a teacher, punish every disobedient classmate, tell them to sit still, and not to cause trouble, and all listen to me."

The fourth book.

"I don't know what I should wish for, but the teacher said that everyone must have a wish, so my wish is that there is no teacher."

"I want to be the most powerful person, not afraid of the dark, not afraid of being beaten, and able to protect my classmates."

Children's ideas are really strange.

But there seems to be a message hidden in them: getting beaten.

Judging from the architectural features here, it looks like a house from about twenty years ago.

At that time, there were indeed many teachers who punished children corporally.

Not to mention a place like an orphanage.

Children have no parents, which means they are isolated and helpless. The teacher has no conscience and can punish them however they want.

I put down the composition book and continued to rummage on my desk, hoping to find some more useful information.

At this time.

There was a slight whooshing sound next to him.

Under a desk inside, a shadow seemed to flash past.

Li Xiaohei noticed it immediately, jumped off my shoulder and ran towards the table.

"who?"

I took the swing stick and followed behind Li Xiaohei.

The space under the desk is very narrow, and it is impossible for a slightly taller person to fit in.

Could it be a child?

Li Xiaohei stopped in front of the table, grinned as he looked into the dark room, and let out a threatening growl.

"Who's there?"

I squatted down, hoping it was Yunya or Yunze.