Teresa won't starve

Scrolling down, as expected, the children were sent away one by one, but the hostess was left behind unexpectedly.As for the reason, even the hostess does not know.

What is revealed between the lines is a kind of confusion and fear of the future.

Especially when I wrote the next few pages, even the director of the orphanage gave up the orphanage because the subsidies given by the state were so small that I couldn't support myself at all, not to mention the extra oil bottle around me.

So the dean ran away by himself.

Of course, the dean didn't say this clearly, but just told the hostess that he had something to go out and asked the hostess to wait for her to come back in the orphanage, but the hostess just kept waiting like this.

Waiting and waiting, day by day passed, but the dean did not come back.

Until the hostess ate almost all that could be eaten, in order to save the last bit of rations, she almost fainted from starvation, and the dean of unknown gender had no intention of coming back at all.

So on the last page, the hostess didn't write anything, just drew a picture.

It was a very scribbled children's stick figure similar to graffiti:

There is a door in the painting, and there are walls and windows on both sides of the door. There are several smiling faces on the window looking at this side, and one of them is pointing at the door, signaling for those who see the door to open the door.

As for whether to go in after the door is opened, or let the people inside come out, it is completely unknown.

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I don't know if it's an illusion.

After watching it for a while, Teresa suddenly had a strange idea that 'this door can be opened'.

But she quickly denied it again, because it was just a painting.

How can a painting become real?

While shaking his head, he closed the notebook, and stuffed it into the gap where it was originally stored, stuffed, stuffed... halfway through, and then suddenly stopped.

A look of confusion appeared on her face.

"Why do I always instinctively deny that this is a dream?"

Obviously she has encountered strange things more than once, and even knows in her heart that these things are impossible to happen in reality, but she still instinctively treats them as reality time and time again.

Use the common sense you are used to in reality to deny the abnormalities you have seen with your own eyes.

This in itself is something even stranger than anomalies.

"The so-called science is a theory that summarizes things that can be understood, and don't forcefully explain things that cannot be understood." Teresa whispered to herself almost irrelevant things, and then said Then he suddenly laughed: "Speaking of which, who said that? Einstein?" (Lissel: It's not me! I don't!)

"Well, that kind of thing doesn't really matter."

Teresa opened the notebook again, and turned to the last page; when she stretched her hand towards the door, she even had the thought of 'I must be crazy for doing this'.

But the more this happened, the more Teresa felt that there was something wrong with it.

"Let me see what the 'truth' is that 'you' are trying to hide."

......

Resisting the awkward feeling of resisting self-contradiction, Teresa almost exhausted all her strength, and finally touched the door in the painting, and then felt a suction pulling herself over.

Thinking also stopped for a while.

When she woke up again, Teresa had come to a strange room.

The only lighting in the whole room is the oil lamp above the head, which makes the color of the room look a little yellow.

But this kind of dimness makes people feel inexplicably comfortable and at ease.

What she glimpsed in the corner of her eyes caused Teresa to turn her head to the right, and what she saw was a square glass window, and outside the window was the evening scene of snow drifting.

This just right time period makes the scenery outside the window extraordinarily beautiful, making people want to stop and watch involuntarily.

After looking at it like this for a while, suddenly a crisp rolling sound came from her right foot, which also attracted Teresa's attention back, allowing her to turn her eyes to look at the edge of her shoe.

And bent down to pick it up.

"crayon?"

It was a blue crayon with a slightly worn-out nib, symbolizing that this crayon, which was not new, had just been used by a child.

Looking in the direction from which the crayon came, what I saw was a half-opened bedroom door. Looking in through the door frame, I could vaguely see a figure shaking.

Out of curiosity, Teresa opened the door with a crayon and walked in, and then saw a young girl who looked a little like Coco, lying on the floor and trying hard to draw a picture.

Of course, in terms of Teresa's aesthetics, it is actually the eight paintings of Xia Ji.All kinds of messy lines make people unable to understand what she is drawing.

Maybe it was too focused, the little girl didn't notice Theresa at all.

It wasn't until Theresa got closer and squatted down that she raised her head to look at Theresa.

I just watched it silently for a while, and finally popped out: "Sister, are you here to take Ke Ke away?"

Well, there's no need for Teresa to ask, she just knew the name of the little girl.

Although even if the young girl doesn't say it, she can guess it...

And what caught her attention was——

"Take it away?"

"Eh? Didn't you come to adopt Keke?" Hearing Teresa's question, Little Keke realized that things were not what she thought, and her mood suddenly became depressed: "Everyone is gone, and the dean is also gone. , only Ke Ke is left alone, so lonely.”

"How can you be lonely? Don't you have me now?" As she said, Teresa handed the blue crayon to Little Keke.

Little Keke looked at Teresa, then at the blue crayon, shook her head and did not accept it.

"what happened?"

Teresa didn't understand why little Keke didn't want to go back.

However, what Little Keke said next surprised Teresa——

"This crayon belongs to my sister, not the one Coco wanted."

"mine?"

Teresa looked at the blue-white crayon in confusion, wondering how it became her own.

But Little Coco didn't explain, but hesitantly asked Theresa one thing.

"Can my sister get back Coco's crayons?"

"Yes, yes." Teresa agreed without thinking too much. After all, she was just looking for crayons, not valuables.All she needs to know is: "Then where should I find it?"

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"Eh? Agreed?"

Little Keke showed a surprised look, as if she was already prepared to be rejected, but Teresa agreed instead.

This made Theresa find it particularly interesting: "Yes! I promised!"

"..."

Little Keke was silent for a while, then counted out three with her fingers, put them in front of Teresa and said, "Coco has lost three crayons in total. The green one is in the next room, but the dean doesn't let Keke go out. Coco can't go."

"It's pretty close! What about the remaining two?"

"One was cheese-colored, and it was taken by a nasty mouse. It was a greedy mouse, and my sister would return the crayon to Coco only if she exchanged it with something edible."

"she?"

Teresa was sure that what she heard was the female third person 'she'.

But Little Coco did not explain this problem, but told the whereabouts of the third crayon: "The third crayon is black, and can only be found in the fields when it is dark. My sister must first find the jack-o-lantern, otherwise my sister will not be able to find it even if I keep searching in the dark until tomorrow morning."

"It sounds quite difficult."

"So sister, are you sure you want to help Keke?" Little Keke didn't wait for Teresa's answer, but said what she thinks: "It doesn't matter, Keke can wait, there will always be someone willing to help Keke .”

"Who said I didn't want to?"

"Eh?"

"Wait here for me!"

After that, Teresa left Little Coco and went straight out of the room, turned around and walked to the other door next to her, trying to turn the doorknob and push the door in—but she didn't.

Because the door seems to be locked from the inside.

Of course, it is also possible that someone locked it with a key.

In this case, excluding the possibility that Teresa's current body could knock the door open, the only thing she can do is - knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom...

After knocking on her face for seven or eight rounds, her fingers were a little numb, which made her suspect that there might be no one inside, or she pretended not to hear it, so she wanted to turn around and look for something like the holy sword of physics to open the door pry open.

Then the door suddenly opened with a click.

This made Teresa who turned around dryly, and immediately straightened her body, facing the person who opened the door.

"What's the matter with you?"

The person who opened the door was a giant blonde with a single ponytail who was much taller than Teresa.

If Teresa hadn't miscalculated, this person should be the grown-up Coco.

And the clothes he was wearing were also green uniforms like military uniforms.

This color scheme made Teresa start to think:

"The green crayon needs to be obtained from Koko, who is wearing a green military uniform... Is there something to do with it?"

"Hey! I'm asking you something!"

The woman in military uniform waited for a while, but before Teresa answered, Yang shook her shoulder impatiently, waking Teresa who was addicted to thinking.

"Huh? What?"

"I mean—forget it!"

The elder Big Coco originally wanted to repeat a sentence, but then he suddenly lost interest and closed the door all at once.

"..."

Teresa looked at the door that was suddenly closed inexplicably, raised her hand and knocked on the door a few more times to call someone out.Just considering that most of the people inside would not care about me, I put this thought aside for the time being.

"I'd better go and see something else first."

There is still a short time before dark, and Teresa decided to go to the mouse hole first.

As a result, I found it.

After she found the mouse hole, she understood why Little Coco used 'she' when talking about mice.

"I should have thought of that..."

Seeing the hole in front of her that was bigger than the normal door and shaped like the outline of Mickey Mouse's head, Teresa immediately knew that this was the so-called 'mouse hole'.

This is really vivid enough.

Theresa lifted her foot and walked in, this 'mouse hole' without even a door.

And as soon as he entered the door, he saw a girl with a mouse ear headband, short black hair, red eyes, and a strange dress with red background and white spots. She was lying on the sofa and eating peanuts without a bite.

Looks like he's just waiting to die.

Seeing it, Teresa really wanted to go over and beat her up—just considering her small body, it might not be whoever did it, so she refrained from doing it.

Of course, Teresa didn't do this, but there was one more person in the room, and the mouse girl couldn't possibly miss it.

So the mouse girl sat up and looked at Teresa in surprise:

"Who are you? How did you come to this world?"

"Boundary?"

Although she cared about this term very much, Teresa knew that now was not the time to ask this question, and the other party might not be willing to answer her question.

So he directly stated the purpose at the beginning.

"Am I here to get the crayons back for Coco?"

"Hey, crayon... Do you really know what that is?" The mouse girl suddenly smiled strangely, it felt like—