007 guessed, Those children were most likely already dead. She only hoped, Gu Mian can hide their bodies well enough to avoid attracting attention and causing an uproar.
At this point, she didn't know that Gu Mian had created an artistic arrangent on the ground outside the building.
"By the way, apart from the children we just saw, did any other kids bring Lower Class People here to play?" Since they were talking about children, 007 was curious about who the little girl in the red dress was, so she started to fish for information.
The snakehead mask didn't notice 007's intentions as he responded, "There used to be quite a few. Because no adults usually co here, it beca a playground for the children nearby.
"But after the collapse of the Forbidden Zone, monsters were released from inside. These monsters road the streets, so the number of children coming here decreased significantly."
"Hmm." 007 nodded slightly. She knew that the collapse of the Forbidden Zone was Gu Mian's doing.
The snakehead mask, oblivious to the fact that he had just t the 'Destroyer of Forbidden Zone,' continued, "The children who still frequented here after the destruction of the Forbidden Zone were just those few you saw."
He didn't ntion the little girl in the red dress.
It wouldn't be right to directly ask, 'Do you know a little girl in red clothes who likes to lean against your back?' 007 thought.
She pursed her lips, suddenly recalling the little girl calling Gu Mian 'Daddy'.
Maybe she wasn't calling Gu Mian 'Daddy'.
007 rembered Lu Yi glancing towards Gu Mian earlier. Perhaps the little girl was calling Lu Yi 'Daddy', she thought.
Considering Lu Yi's age, he should have children by now.
Thinking this, she looked towards the snakehead mask. "The Team Leader of your Circus must have a son or daughter, right?"
Upon hearing this, the snakehead mask imdiately stiffened.
007 keenly caught his body language. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"Nothing..." The snakehead mask paused for two seconds before continuing, "Our Team Leader does have a daughter, but... but she died three years ago."
As expected.
So the little girl really is Lu Yi's daughter.
007 studied the man in front of her through her mask.
She noticed that when he ntioned the little girl, his tone beca distinctly unnatural, his body movents grew rigid, and he stamred as if hiding sothing.
"Have you ever seen her?" 007 continued in a casual tone.
The snakehead mask's voice carried a hint of fear. "Of course, I've seen her. Although Team Leader Lu Yi is a good man, his daughter is nothing like him."
Saying this, he paused, seeming to recall. "Team Leader Lu Yi's daughter is nad Sha Lun. She was a devil from childhood, just like the other Upper Class children.
"She used to put people in dog cages and throw them into places with the most mosquitoes during sumr. One of my friends was imprisoned by her like that. The constant buzzing of insects made it impossible for him to sleep. After staying there for a few days, his entire body was covered in welts. Luckily, Team Leader Lu Yi found him and let him out. When he was released, there wasn't an inch of good skin left on him, and he was barely alive.
"When she was in a bad mood, she would charge into a crowd waving a barbed stick. Each ti, many unlucky people would be hit.
"She would drive her steel toy car around while we were sleeping, running over and breaking the legs of sleeping people.
"Every ti we saw her, we would hide, afraid she might co up with so new wicked idea."
Hearing this, 007 exclaid inwardly, Good heavens!
I didn't expect Sha Lun to be such a terror, but the atmosphere between her and Gu Mian just now seed surprisingly harmonious.
007 was sowhat worried that Sha Lun might, in a mont of carelessness, put Gu Mian in a dog cage.
She wanted to check on Gu Mian's situation, but with the snakehead mask right in front of her, she couldn't make any large movents.
Gu Mian, unaware of 007's concerns about the dog cage, was holding the red shoe and looking at the pale-faced little girl beside him.
Considering Lu Yi's earlier behavior, he was probably coming up to find .
And the 'Daddy' the little girl shouted earlier probably wasn't directed at .
Gu Mian guessed she was Lu Yi's daughter, though he didn't know how she had died.
The death of an Upper Class child, Gu Mian stroked his chin. How did she die?
He still rembered this world's background setting—"primitive dical technology."
Could she have died of illness? Gu Mian wondered, glancing at the girl beside him.
She was still scowling, clearly unhappy.
At least she didn't try to run away again.
Gu Mian reached out and poked her head, making her two skyward pigtails sway. "How did you die?"
Poked twice, the girl got agitated.
She raised her hand, looking like she wanted to hit Gu Mian back a couple of tis, but then, as if rembering sothing, she lowered her hand and just shot Gu Mian a huge eye-roll.
Maybe she's thinking about those five children stuck to the ground, Gu Mian thought.
What's taking Lu Yi so long to co up?
After poking the little girl's head, Gu Mian leaned against the wall out of boredom, thinking, Instances with ghosts are still more exciting.
While yearning for the thrill of ghosts, he turned his head to look at the audience again, only to find Teacher Slaughter's seat empty.
He left as well?
Gu Mian had noticed earlier that Teacher Slaughter hadn't been looking at the stage much, not because he couldn't bear to watch the performance.
Teacher Slaughter always had a disdainful expression, as if his face read, 'Who would watch your crappy show if the Slaughter Ga hadn't collapsed?'
Gu Mian stared at the empty seat in the audience and said, "Wandering around isn't a good idea. What if you see sothing you're not supposed to?"
In fact, Teacher Slaughter had indeed seen sothing he wasn't supposed to.
At this mont, he was standing by the outer wall of the building, staring dumbfounded at the five children arranged neatly on the ground.
He found the host on stage an eyesore, so he simply got up and left.
He had originally planned to leave this shabby place and go ho to rest, but as soon as he stepped outside, he saw five people lined up perfectly on the ground in front of the building.
Teacher Slaughter imdiately recognized them as the five children who had gone backstage.
At first, he stood near the main entrance, a short distance from them, and asked suspiciously, "What are you all doing lying prone here? By the way, where's that Lower Class Person you took away?"
They were already dead, but Teacher Slaughter hadn't considered that possibility at all.
Receiving no response, Teacher Slaughter finally moved closer to observe them carefully.
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