The dream shifted again, and Mo Xiaoling returned home. Her grandparents lay on the floor before her, dead with their eyes still open.
Mo Xiaoling stared indifferently at the two old people's bodies, then turned and picked up the phone to call the police.
The police arrived soon after. The bodies were taken away, and she was brought to the station, but she was released before long.
No one was willing to take Mo Xiaoling in.
The police contacted Mo Xiaoling's biological aunt. She answered the call and talked only about the inheritance, not about Mo Xiaoling. Even though she cared about the property, she still refused to take Mo Xiaoling home.
Her father had transferred her to a boarding school earlier, so she simply moved into the school and rarely went home.
Most of the teachers and students at school kept their distance from her.
People's words could be frightening.
Even though Mo Xiaoling hadn't done anything, a child whose close relatives had all died was either someone to pity or someone to suspect. Mo Xiaoling's personality made her the latter.
She only smiled when she went out with Wan Jisheng.
"Lingling, you should smile more."
"Lingling, don't think so much."
"Xiaoling, have you picked a middle school yet?"
"Xiaoling, happy birthday."
Wan Jisheng's health was always poor. He never said anything about it, and he hid it in front of Mo Xiaoling, too.
For the first two or three years, Mo Xiaoling barely understood her own abilities.
The dream slowed down a little, letting me see the first "odd person" Mo Xiaoling encountered.
His surname was Sun. He liked horror movies and haunted houses. He rented a supposedly haunted house because he wanted to find a ghost and see one with his own eyes. Better yet, he hoped