The sound of the piano echoed in the music classroom without any sign of weakening. Zhang Shun clenched his fists and walked into the door and said loudly: "Come on, stop playing it, it's not like a horror movie, is it necessary?"

Without any response, the sound of the piano was still there, as if it was about to last until the end of the world. Zhang Shun stood at the door and waited for a while, and walked into a big circle against the wall to the side of the piano. When he saw the person playing the piano, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The music teacher in the orphanage played the piano was a short and thin man wearing glasses. His face was already very blurry, like a special effect made with software. His right middle finger was pressed on a key.

Zhang Shun walked over and picked up his fingers from the piano keys. The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the drizzling rain outside became clear again, soothing Zhang Shun's heartbeat.

The clue was broken. Zhang Shun began to search in the orphanage and met many teachers again. Most of them could not remember their names. Looking at the clear or blurry faces, he felt very moved.

What I should be most grateful for is the Chinese teacher who taught him to read. What I should hate most is the history teacher, the class teacher who slapped him many times. However, the Chinese teacher's face is the blurry, but the class teacher's face is the clearest - people's memories are really interesting.

Walking into the classroom where he had been in the classroom for a long time, Zhang Shun quickly found the desk that he had carved a deep groove with small stones. He had no purpose at the time, and was just bored and fun in class. Unexpectedly, he would feel infinite emotion after seeing it again.

Just as I was recalling the scene when I scraped the table with stones, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor and was approaching here.

He quickly walked behind the door and stood against the wall. Zhang Shun tightly clamped the fist gloves in his hand. Just as he was about to go out and knock the fist gloves as hidden weapons hit the other party, the person who came suddenly turned a corner and walked in the other direction.

Zhang Shun frowned. What's going on? If the other party wants to attack, there is no reason to leave so loudly. If he wants to hide from him, there is no reason to walk out. If he wants to fight, there is no reason to leave... Could it be that he has set up a trap as a bait to lure him into a trap?

Even if it is bait, it has been delayed for a few hours in the illusion. Zhang Shun is not sure how long it has passed in reality. If the other party’s purpose is to trap him in the illusion and then attack Xiao Yao, it will only take a few minutes.

After rushing out of the door, Zhang Shun raised his boxing gloves and was about to smash it, but after raising his hand, he stopped in the air and did not make a throwing move.

In front is a little girl who is only four or five years old. She looks cute but has pale skin. The ponytail behind her head is obviously woven by herself. Not only is it crooked, but a lot of her hair is not tied in, and she is dancing in strands.

She was wearing a normal-style, dirty and old yellow-backed white-flowered dress, barefoot, and was carrying a dirtier teddy bear in her right hand. The right foot of the teddy bear was probably often dragged to the ground, and the hair was almost worn out.

The little girl heard the movement behind her, stopped and turned around to see it. She was so scared that she screamed by Zhang Shun's appearance holding the gloves, and ran away.

He scared a child who was only about one meter so much that Zhang Shun blushed and quickly took his boxing gloves back into the demon card and chased after him.

The little girl's steps were small, but she was very fast and flexible, just like a little monkey, turning around and throwing Zhang Zhongmeng behind her.

Zhang Shun is anxious! If nothing unexpected happens, this little girl should be the creator of the illusion. Although she doesn't know what's going on, Zhang Shun must rely on her to leave here. The option of killing superpowers must be eliminated.

Looking for the room where the little girl disappeared, Zhang Shun searched for each classroom, and finally heard her whisper after opening the door to the fourth classroom.

The little girl sat in the innermost corner of the classroom, shrank into a ball, her upper body swung back and forth, holding the teddy bear with her tightly closed eyes, tears kept overflowing from the corners of her eyes, obviously she was extremely scared, and her mouth kept repeating in a low voice: "Wake up... wake up..."

Zhang Shun walked over naturally, pulled a chair and sat two meters away in front of her, and asked softly: "Do you think... is this dream?"

The little girl's body shook, her body swung faster, tears fell down, and her voice had turned into a vague cry.

Zhang Shun couldn't sit still and continued, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. This is not a dream, but a place that is very real for both of us. If I'm not wrong, you often come to such strange places, right?"

The little girl's voice gradually stopped, and the frequency of her body swing slowed down a lot. She opened her big tears and looked at Zhang Shun, and asked timidly: "You...how did you know?" The voice was very sweet.

Zhang Shun tilted his head and began to think. He really didn't know how to explain superpowers to a little girl of four or five years old. After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized a problem and asked quickly: "Are you saying that this kind of strange place is not what you want to come from?"

The little girl nodded obediently and continued to look at Zhang Shun.

Zhang Shun was surprised. This is a typical manifestation of the superpower that has not yet been fully formed. It is uncontrollable and cannot predict the consequences. It is the same principle as his past limb atomization. But the problem is that the illusion ability that has not yet matured can transform into such a real, complete world and a whole city. So how powerful can the perfect illusion be?

"I have met people in such strange places before, have you tried to hurt you?" Zhang Shun began to ask the little girl why she was so scared.

The little girl nodded, and tears that had just stopped flowed out again.

"Don't cry, don't cry...what's your name?" Zhang Shun quickly changed the subject.

"My name is Xiaoyu." The little girl raised her arm and wiped her tears.

"Xiaoyu, don't be afraid. My name is Zhang Shun, so I will never hurt you. I ask you, have you heard of the word superpower?" Zhang Shun decided to go straight to the topic. The "heart" superpowers have the most direct relationship with the brain. People with this type of superpower are usually very smart.

"No." Xiaoyu shook her head gently and her expression became focused. She was indeed smart and knew that what Zhang Shun wanted to say next was very important, at least she could understand her "nightmare".

Zhang Shun followed the definition and types of superpowers, and the characteristics of "heart" superpowers have been talking about the control of superpowers, and they are very detailed and systematic. These words were said to him by role models before, and now they have been passed on to Xiaoyu. The big man with a "metal head" should be happy.

Xiaoyu listened attentively, her mouth kept gnawing at the ears of the teddy bear. Her concentrating look made Zhang Shun laugh: "Your name is Xiaoyu, but the back door of your illusion should be the heavy rain outside. Can you tell me what the meaning of heavy rain has to you? Let's look for the back door together so that we can go out. You no longer have to be afraid of having such nightmare in the future, and you can leave immediately as soon as you come in."

Xiaoyu's expression became dimmed, and she didn't look like a carefree little girl at all. She buried her mouth and nose into the teddy bear's head and began to tell her whimperingly.

Xiaoyu was afraid of rain. Since she was taken away from her doorstep by a middle-aged woman, she was locked up in a basement place. People brought food every noon and afternoon. At the beginning, Xiaoyu was most afraid of the darkness there. Every time she was so scared that she would be beaten and scolded, and the only one who accompanied her was the teddy bear.

After getting used to the darkness, the rain became her most terrifying nightmare. The basement was not sealed well. Every time it rained heavily, there would be serious leakage problems. When there was too much water, it could even flood her waist. It would take at least two or three days to dissipate. For a period of time, she could only stay on the stairs leading to the ground.

Many adults can't stand this kind of fear that slowly extends from the soles of their feet, let alone a little girl.

"How long have you been there?" Zhang Shun frowned and asked after listening to Xiaoyu's story.

"I don't know, it's been a long time." This memory reminds Xiaoyu's body began to shake back and forth again.

"It's been a long time? That shouldn't be a human trafficker or a kidnapping... It's strange." Zhang Shun said to himself.

"Big brother... can you save me?" Xiaoyu asked carefully.

Zhang Shun nodded: "Since the rain is the back door, we only need to find clues in this rain and we should be able to go out."

"I mean... save me from that dark room." Xiaoyu blinked her big eyes and looked at Zhang Shun with hope.

Looking at Xiaoyu's pitiful appearance, Zhang Shun sighed and said slowly: "Sorry, Xiaoyu, after we leave the illusion, I will forget all the things happening here. If I promise to save you, it will give you a false hope. This will harm you. You are very smart. I think I should be able to understand this. What I can guarantee is that I will do my best to remember you and this illusion." After thinking about it, he said again: "I just said that your illusion is very powerful, maybe this trick can be used."

After saying that, Zhang Shun stood up and signaled Xiaoyu to protect her eyes. He raised a chair and smashed it hard on the ground, smashing the legs of the chair into wood chips. Then he picked up the sharpest wooden thorn on the ground and began to engrave words on his hands.

If you want to recall this dream and want to remember Xiaoyu, Zhang Shun must leave enough information. What he wrote in his hands is keywords rather than paragraphs, which can leave more room for imagination and will be of greater help to memories.

Blood flowed out from the carved words and soon dyed his whole arm red. Xiaoyu was so scared that she shrank into the corner of the wall, but not long after, she stood up firmly and walked to Zhang Shun's side.

When his arms were flooded with blood, it became extremely difficult to engrave. Xiaoyu pulled up the corner of her skirt and wiped Zhang Shun's arm. Tears fell on Zhang Shun's arm.

Mobile phone users please read.
Chapter completed!