Because of last night's dream, Qi Si had been somewhat distracted all day.
That afternoon, after lunch, Qi Si grabbed his phone and left home.
Following the navigation, he made his way to Morning Light Orphanage in the northern suburbs.
The northern suburbs were already sparsely populated, and the orphanage was even more secluded.
Qi Si drove all the way in. The road outside the orphanage was gravel, and the car jolted badly as it passed over it.
Qi Si's driving skills were not that great to begin with. By the time he got here, he had nearly sent himself to his grave.
The car stopped outside the orphanage.
Qi Si got out and looked at the orphanage sign. It was rotten and peeling, while the main gate was dilapidated, as though it might collapse at any moment.
Looking at the rusty iron gate before him, Qi Si felt a sense of foreboding rise in his heart.
No matter how he looked at it, the orphanage did not seem like a place where anyone was still living.
Qi Si hesitated before raising his hand to knock on the gate. No one answered from inside.
Rather than no one answering, there was simply no movement at all.
It was as quiet as an abandoned house.
"Is anyone there?" Qi Si raised his hand and knocked on the gate again.
There was still no response.
This was very strange. For an orphanage that was operating normally, it should not have been this quiet at this hour.
So quiet that it seemed as if no one lived there at all.
Qi Si put some force into his hand. To his surprise, the gate, which had appeared tightly shut, opened easily at his push.
Qi Si froze, his hand suspended in midair as he