novelaction Chapter 135 Soul Resting House 8
Chapter 135 Soul Resting House 8
Wu Yue looked at Yang Guang, who was pursing his lips a little embarrassedly, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Yang Guang was lost in thought as he looked at Wu Yue's bright smile.
He had never seen Wu Yue smile in this copy. At most, he slightly curled the corners of his mouth. But isn't it the time for teenagers to laugh wildly like this?
Yang Guang retracted his mouth and pout again.
Wu Yue looked at the little dumpling that she had just coaxed, not knowing what she was thinking, and she was unhappy again, so she coaxed him with some headache: "What's wrong? Can you tell me what you want?"
Yang Guang: "Do you agree with everything I say?"
Wu Yue: “Yeah.”
Yang Guang: "Then come over here."
Wu Yue released her hands that were holding Yang Guang's face, leaned on the edge of the table, and leaned forward to move her face closer.
Wu Yue: "How..."
Before he could ask, he was shocked by Yang Guang's actions.
Yang Guang used his little hands to hold Wu Yue's face, imitating Wu Yue's behavior, and then gave her a kiss.
"mua~"
Soft and warm feeling.
Yang Guang: "Brother, no matter what happens in the future, I will be with you!"
Wu Yue came back to her senses, looked at Yang Guang, whose eyes were sparkling and cheeks were rosy, and once again smiled a smile that Yang Guang liked.
"it is good."
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On the player side, the male player who was missing a sleeve was using a substitute doll before being locked up in the small dark room, so any damage he received could be diluted by the substitute doll.
The male player pretended to struggle as he was pushed into the room by the nurse. When the door was closed, the room was dark. However, the male player had experienced many dungeons and had props in his hands, so he was not scared.
A wooden table with missing legs, a rusty iron frame, and some scattered papers.
The male player felt around and found that they were indeed junk. He waved the flashlight he bought from the system and found that they were all children's books. They were already tattered and useless, so he threw the things away.
"Click, click, click."
The footsteps came from far away and were approaching the small dark room at a steady speed.
The male player quickly turned off the flashlight, stuffed it into the middle of the debris, and covered it with other things to ensure that it would not be discovered. Then he quickly groped his way to a corner along the wall, curled up, and a frightened expression appeared on his face.
The door was opened, and a woman stood at the door, holding something like a wooden stick in her hand. The flashlight shone directly into the male player's eyes, making it impossible for the male player to see the identity of the person in front of him.
"You made a mistake."
A familiar female voice came from the dean.
The door of the small dark room was closed, and the dean swung it hard with a wooden stick.
The pointer waved quickly in the air, making a frightening sound.
The next second, the slender pointer was swung towards the male player's back.
"what!!!"
The male player screamed in fear, but the sound was blocked by the door of the small dark room.
The dean became even more excited when he heard the screams. He hit the male player with the blackboard stick again and again, and the screams never stopped.
But soon, the male player felt a little tired of shouting.
Yes, that's right, he was pretending.
The substitute doll can transfer the wound but it cannot avoid the pain in the body. However, he is wealthy and chose to buy a prop to block the pain, which is almost like an anesthetic and temporarily relieves himself from the pain.
The screams stopped and the dean's expression became ferocious. She felt very unhappy. She could express her emotions freely by doing this in the past.
The dean finally whipped the boy a few times with all his strength, panted heavily, kicked open the door, and left the small dark room.
She thought the male player was too weak and was about to faint from her beating, so she stopped to avoid beating him to death.
But in fact, it wouldn't be a big deal if he was beaten to death, it would just be a little troublesome. The dean's eyes were full of coldness and he looked like a snake living in the mud, with sticky and cold eyes.
The male player waited for the footsteps to fade away, then slowly got up and dusted himself off.
“That’s really cruel.”
He couldn't believe how they treated the children. He couldn't even imagine what kind of horrific harm the children in the welfare home had suffered.
No wonder the children in the welfare home are so obedient. No one will disobey the words of the caregivers and the director. They are not as lively as ordinary children.
It turned out that he was abused.
The male player pulled out the flashlight he had hidden away, looked at the marks on his body, and clicked his tongue.
The scars are slowly fading away and don't look terrible, but the pain is definitely considerable.
The male player was not worried at all that the nurse would notice something was wrong if the wound disappeared. There was no third person at the scene except him and the dean, and the dean was not the kind of person who would come back after an injection to see if his wound was healed.
Being a child is inconvenient.
The male player turned off the flashlight and hid it on the iron rack.
He didn't use much battery of the flashlight. If there were other children locked in the dark room during this period, they might be able to find the flashlight out.
Because of the noise they made, all the insects and mice hid themselves and did not come out to nibble here and there as usual.
It was almost dinner time when the male player was taken out by the nurse. As expected, no one cared whether he was injured or not.
He found the girl with pigtails sitting among a group of NPC kids and walked over to her.
"How about it?"
The girl with pigtails stuffed the doll in her hand, which had changed back into a doll without facial features or clothes, back into the male player's arms.
The male player casually put the doll into his pocket, then piled up his braids and said, "The dean abused the child, but I don't think it's that simple."
These two sentences summed up the afternoon he spent in the small dark room.
Pigtailed Girl thought about it for a while and agreed with the male player's point of view. If it was just child abuse, the copy would not be so intense.
"Let's see it tonight."
The male player felt that he was at a disadvantage in this line of work, so he came to this bland conclusion: it was a bit of a disadvantage.
The girl with pigtails didn't say anything, but just moved her fingers.
"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"
A childish scream was heard, and the male player turned around and found that it was a player close to him who was screaming.
As for the reason...
The male player lowered his head and saw two needles stuck in the player's hand.
The male player quickly pulled out the needle and returned the pigtail to her.
"Don't waste your needles on this kind of stuff."
The player who was stabbed was the one who tried to steal the substitute doll first, but after being discovered, he did not feel ashamed at all. Instead, he thought that the pigtail was too much and wanted to argue with her. But just as he stood up, he heard an angry shout.
"What are you doing?!"
It was a caregiver who discovered the situation here because the noise made by the stabbed player was too loud.
The player who was stabbed gritted his teeth in hatred and ran over.
He doesn't have a substitute doll, so if he is locked in a dark room, he won't have anywhere to cry.
The farce was over. Pigtails ignored the accusing look of the male player and wiped the blood on the needle on the male player's body with a bit of disgust.