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After a long time, Yakumoji opened his eyes again.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was not the scene that a fainting person could see when he woke up, such as "unfamiliar ceiling" and "clear blue sky" that Yakumoji had expected.

What caught the eye of Yakumoji Temple was a very crowded crowd of people, and everyone was carrying large and small sacks.

In the distance, there was a roar of 'woo-woo'.

It looks like this is supposed to be a train station, and it was a train station in the eighties and nineties. Some of them were still wearing patched clothes.

'Where is this?'

Puzzled, Yakumoji turned his head slightly.

'Is that possible?!......

Turning his head, his gaze does not shift with the rotation of his head.

If a normal person turns his head to the right, his gaze will also turn to the right.

However, what is now imprinted in the eyes of Yayun Temple is still the scene that Yayun Temple saw before.

Apart from the constant flow of people, there is no change.

Moreover, Yakumoji still feels ...... His gaze seems to be a little low.

The angle from which I see things now seems to be the perspective of a child who has just learned to walk.

This feeling makes Yakumoji very nostalgic, he was held by Yakumo Blue in the first place and learned to walk! And when he first learned to walk, he saw things from this angle.

But in addition to this, Yakumoji also understood one more thing.

I haven't actually woken up. What comes to mind should be the same as the image of Pangu Kaitian seen when he was sleeping at Hakurei Shrine for ten years, and it should be a special kind of [memory]. When watching, I can only be an audience...... Perhaps, this is the memory of my last life. ’

Thinking about it, Yakumo Temple suddenly opened.

Memory is like a first-person movie! If I'm not mistaken, I'm probably just learning to walk at this time. ’

My thoughts fell, and the scene in front of me finally changed.

Yakumoji in the previous life raised his head diagonally and looked at the person who was holding his left hand at this time.

The man was a lady who was about to run for the third year, holding a brick mobile phone from the eighties and nineties in her hand, big brother!

But at this time, she was constantly spitting and talking to someone on the phone with her big brother.

If nothing else, it's not hard to conclude from the big brother alone. The woman in front of me is definitely a rich man! I just don't know her identity for the time being.

Although the words spoken by the woman sounded like a wordless heavenly book to a child, Yakumo Temple heard every word in that passage clearly.

"I tell you! My family has died for you! I just want to guard my son now, and spend my life with him in peace! Watch him marry and have children!

I don't want anything else! Even if you, or any country in the United Nations, offer any kind of conditions, I will not step into the world of scientific research!

I'm a person who has survived the time of Atlantis, and since I can build rockets to land Xihe and Chang'e on the moon in ancient times, I can get Hitler off the earth during World War II.

That means I can scrap all the electricity-related stuff in the world in an hour, whether it's a computer or a nuclear bomb! You'd better not mess with me!"

The woman yelled and shut down Big Brother.

Then he took the child to the outside of the women's bathroom, and the woman wanted to go to the toilet, but after all, the child was a boy, so the woman left him outside the women's bathroom. And instructed.

"Don't run around, Mom will be right back. ”

The child nodded and watched as the woman walked into the toilet.

But the moment the woman walked into the toilet, the child was covered by a very rough hand!

'Child trafficking!'

Yakumoji was shocked. And the result was exactly what Yakumoji expected!

The child was indeed abducted!

The man covered the child's mouth, clamped the child hard, and carried him away from the train station. Then he ran into a van.

The child didn't cry or scream all the way, just stared blankly at the window and looked in the direction of the train station.

…………

I don't know how long it took, but it was about three days.

The group of child abductors finally sold the children! The children did not close their eyes for three days and three nights.

…… Sold to an orphanage.

'Orphanages don't buy or sell children......, do they?'

Yakumoji was even more puzzled.

The food in the orphanage is very good, every day is four dishes and one soup. The meat and vegetables are well-balanced and nutritious! Sometimes, you will see one or two seafood.

There are also a lot of fruits and snacks after the meal, and there are countless sweets.

And whether it is inside or outside the hospital, there are a lot of toys and slides for children to play freely.

And almost every day, the adults in the orphanage teach the children to read.

Over here...... In the eighties and nineties, there were absolutely no more than 10 such high orphanages!

But after coming here, the Hakumo Temple in the previous life would only do one thing except eat......

That is, holding a small bench, sitting outside the orphanage, staring blankly at the orphanage's walls and big iron gates!

No matter the wind and rain, or lightning and thunder, he still sits outside the courtyard every day.

When I was tired and sleepy, I slept directly outside the hospital, and finally ...... The adults in the orphanage carried him back to bed.

One day, two days, three days...... About six months later, Yakumoji finally discovered the difference of this orphanage in this memory.

That is, every once in a while, almost every once in a while, there are almost 26 children who go missing!

There are 52 weeks in a year, six months or half a year, that is, 26 weeks, and a child is missing every week.

No one adopted them, although this orphanage could adopt children. But it is true that no one has seen anyone come to adopt the missing children, and no one has seen the children run out of the orphanage alone.

When the missing children's playmates ask where they have gone, the adults tend to be vague and perfunctory.

Another point is that for more than six months, almost every other week, a van would leave the orphanage in the middle of the night.

I won't be back until noon the next day.

And the day after they returned, a child was guaranteed to go missing!

Last but not least, the ingredients in this orphanage, such as rice, wheat and other coarse grains, are always consumed very quickly!

Today, I bought enough rice for the orphanage to eat for a week, but after three days, the rice was gone! )