Who Could Judge Me?

"It's time to pay the price..."

When Lu Xin slowly turned around and looked at the law enforcers filling the courtyard, a soft voice rang out.

The voice was gentle, yet crowded, because countless people had spoken at the same time, their words delivered in a rhythm so precise it seemed measured by a ruler. It was not a real-world voice, but more like a sudden sensation heard on the mental level, akin to auditory hallucination.

Like a tide, it surged toward the school building from all directions, trembling in unison with Teacher Lu's mental power.

"Once, because of your selfishness and vanity, you caused the children in the orphanage to die."

"They fell into pools of blood and died with helpless eyes wide open."

"Now, you can only pay the price to grant them peace, and to restore peace to your own heart..."

"Did you hear their calls?"

"..."

As waves of similar voices echoed through the small school building, Teacher Lu's body began to convulse uncontrollably. It was a reaction caused by mental pressure reaching its limit and affecting her nervous system.

Her pupils dilated slightly, and distant scenes were reflected in her eyes.

The entire office—or rather, the entire orphanage—was filled with one hazy, bizarre figure after another.

They clapped their hands and danced happily through the corridors on every floor of the school building and through the air, passing through walls and windows.

"Little doll, let's play house."

"You set the table, and I'll arrange the flowers."

"Look, look, he's here! Everyone, cry out together..."

"..."

"Little doll, run away!"

"Bring that monster with you."

"Oh no, oh no, he's angry! Everyone, laugh together..."

"..."

The nightmare seemed both real and unreal, as if it had spread across reality.

It filled everyone with intense oppression, along