This turn of events surprised Xiao Gui’an. He stood quietly, watching the silhouettes of those orphans being swallowed by the heavy door panels in silence.
The Writer’s eyes flickered, as if he had seen through sothing in an instant, yet at the sa ti as if he knew nothing at all.
Xiao Gui’an wasn’t sure what the best course of action was.
A sudden idea popped into his head: could this fragnted copy drifting within the Void Realm be moved into the Horror Ga World?
If, when not undergoing the copy’s trial, he could act more freely in the Writer persona, could he do more?
Take all these children away—
After death, many who beco ghosts are rely pitiful souls trapped by their obsessions in a corner of existence, unable to break free.
Ti does not wait—
And right now Xiao Gui’an didn’t have the energy to dig into deeper truths.
He withdrew his gaze and turned to walk in another direction.
Xiao Gui’an had a good mory; the path he’d walked almost twice last night posed no problem to traverse today.
Although there were a few small hiccups along the way, the Writer’s hierarchical status and identity attributes were solid. Despite taking so ti, he still reached the building topped with a cross without issue.
The Writer didn’t imdiately knock on the front door.
Instead, he slowly circled the building, and after spotting the traces he wanted to see on the outer windowsill, he made up his mind and returned to the main entrance.
This ti the front door looked normal; it did not have the eerie appearance it had taken on after eleven last night.
The Gentleman's Cane slowly materialized in the Writer’s hand, and he tapped it gently against the door.
He didn’t wait long before the door opened again—but this ti, it only opened halfway.
The Writer paid it no mind. Leaning on his Gentleman's Cane, he walked inside.
The corridor remained as lavish and ornate as before. The long carpet seed endless, and the walls were still hung with varied portraits.
This ti, when he reached the end, he no longer saw the crayon drawing with the sudden shift in style.
Hanging there was a landscape painting in the sa style as the earlier portraits, frad with an exquisite, ornate border.
Why had the painting disappeared?
Had it truly gone?
Or was the painting he had seen that day intentionally revealed by sothing hidden behind it?
In fact, the landscape painting now on display was the real portrait ant for this corridor.
He was about to knock on the office door at the corridor’s end, but the door opened before the Writer could.
The Acting Director walked out and casually closed the door behind her.
In her other hand she held a large bunch of keys, and on her wrist she wore a silver, valuable watch that he hadn’t seen yesterday.
She appeared surprised to see the Writer there, greeting him naturally and expressing her astonishnt and delight at the coincidence. “Teacher Yan, what brings you here?”
“Is sothing wrong? Oh my, I was just about to call a eting for the teachers and children. Let’s walk and talk!”
Noticing that the Writer’s gaze seed to sweep past her and land on the shut office door behind them, the Acting Director continued to smile without missing a beat. “Co on, Teacher Yan. The Director has only just rested. Going back in now might disturb her, poor thing.”
“If there’s anything you need to tell , just say it.” The Middle-aged Woman smiled kindly, but there was an unmistakable tone of authority beneath it.
Everything she said made sense. Xiao Gui’an had already obtained the information he wanted from this visit; this wasn’t the ti to rip off the mask and start a confrontation.
He followed her lead. “There are indeed so things I want to discuss with you. Let’s talk as we walk.”
The dark-haired young man didn’t seem curious at all, nor did he intend to pry into whatever secrets that closed door might hide.
The Acting Director was a little surprised at how easily he had been put at ease, a flicker that flashed across the depths of her eyes before she quickly covered it. She rubbed her hands together. “All right, let’s go. I’ll tell you everything I know!”
Both of them remained outwardly polite while privately plotting different agendas.
They chatted back and forth as casually as if discussing the weather, walking farther and farther away from the tightly shut office door.
After lunch, Xu Zisheng finally found an opportunity to briefly interact with Cheng He and the others.
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