Chen Mo held his daughter's hand and stood in front of the Hope School for the Deaf. He only heard an unsettling silence inside the door.
The principal handed over a sky-high "job security deposit" contract, and he signed it silently, his knuckles turning white.
The patterns Zhang Hui carved on the desk began to become regular. He tried to unlock the password, but a black shadow kept flashing outside the window.
The food in the cafeteria was getting less and less. When Xu Na passed out from hunger, she still clung to her schoolbag. He quietly stuffed the bread into it and found that it was all rotten raw meat.
On that humid rainy night, muffled sounds and sobbing came from the women's locker room. He rushed over but was stopped by the school worker's iron-like hands: "The pipe is broken, it's slippery."
The moment the dean's ruler fell and then rose, he stood in front of Zheng Tai, and the eyes of the entire corridor suddenly froze.
When the dormitory manager pinched the back of Zhang Hui's neck and pushed her into the cold water of the bathtub, he finally saw clearly the number pattern carved by the girl - it was his daughter's medical record code.
The principal thrust the thick envelope into the hands of the police chief, smiled and whispered: "Those sick children in the orphanage... Live is more valuable."
He raised his trembling right hand and made a gesture he had never done before in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the principal's office. The fog in the entire city suddenly began to flow.
