Orphanage's Accuser

As Lu Xin's suppressed and furious roar rang out, the twisted force field around him was violently activated along with it.

The air around him instantly twisted layer by layer.

Like ripples from an impact, it surged toward the surrounding walls, then rebounded.

In the process, the twisted force field filled the entire office and submerged all the black threads. In an instant, every black thread snapped apart, fell to the floor, struggled in agony, and gradually vanished. The disorderly, overlapping laughter and eerie figures were also washed away in an instant. They let out shrill screams before being erased by his mental power.

Even Teacher Lu suddenly stopped struggling. Looking at her again, one would find that everything from before seemed to have been an illusion. There were no black threads on her body; she was simply lying quietly on the sofa, with only the bandage around her wrist standing out starkly.

The office trembled as if it were in the midst of an earthquake.

In the security booth by the main gate, the old guard abruptly raised his head and took the shotgun he had prepared long ago into his hands.

But as he watched the only office in the teaching building with a dim light on, he hesitated, unsure whether he should go up.

"Number Nine..."

A while after Lu Xin's roar, once the office had stopped trembling, a voice softly rang out.

Lu Xin turned coldly toward the washroom door behind him.

The washroom door was already battered and broken, half open and half closed. Through the shattered holes, he could see the mirror.

Lu Xin saw someone slowly emerging from inside the mirror.

He was dressed in a black suit and carried a silver briefcase.

As if squeezing through a window, he crawled