System [I am in a horror dungeon]

Xiaoyan's mother turned on the gas, hurriedly brought her some food and put it on the table, gave her a few instructions, and left again.

Xiaoyan went to take a nap after eating. In her dream, she seemed to smell a strange smell. After waking up, she found that the smell seemed to come from the kitchen.

When she opened the bedroom door, the smell became even stronger. Her eyes also felt a little uncomfortable and she kept crying.

She slowly walked to the kitchen door and saw that it was filled with foul-smelling gas. She hurriedly called the fire department. Fortunately, the kindergarten teacher had told them this, and it came in handy.

But the doors were locked and she couldn't get out, so she ran to the balcony and tried to call for help.

Their house was on the 10th floor, so she could only huddle in the corner of the balcony, shivering and praying in her heart that the rescuers would come quickly.

The surrounding neighbors also smelled the odor and moved to a safe place downstairs. Xiaoyan's father was also outside, helping to evacuate the crowd.

Xiaoyan felt that the air around her was becoming thinner and thinner, her eyes became red and swollen, and she could not see clearly what was around her.

She heard a knock on the door. It was her father's voice. When she moved closer to the door, she actually heard her father tell the people around him that he had gone out, was not at home, and there was no one at home.

Xiaoyan stared at the door blankly, but when she opened her mouth, her throat tasted bloody and her hoarse voice made it impossible for anyone to hear her cry for help.

Finally, she watched the fire set the things in the house on fire and the flames quickly approaching her. She was unusually calm. She accepted the fact that her parents did not love her. But, why? Did they not care about her life at all?

Xiaoyan's eyes had long been blinded by the smoke. She was surrounded by the scorching heat of the flames and could hear the crackling sound of the flames devouring various objects.

Finally, when the rescuers carried the little girl out, everyone was silent.

The people around who knew their family were pointing at her father and whispering.

But her father didn't care. He pretended to cry for a while and then left with an excuse.

Later, when everyone saw Xiaoyan's parents coming back holding a baby, they knew what had happened.

The story ends here. All the children in this orphanage are children who died in their own world due to various cruel reasons.

When Zheng Jie told them the story he had received, they were all surprised. No, how could there be such parents?

Because they didn't find out which child in the orphanage was the protagonist of the story, they only knew from the story that it was a little girl, ten years old, covered with wounds, with no intact skin on her body.

The little girl in the story was not expected when she was born. Because of her birth, her mother lost her job, and because of her birth, the burden on the family became heavier.

She grew up stumbling and falling until she was two years old. She didn't have much flesh on her body and was extremely thin. She had two big round eyes and her arms were so thin and small that it seemed as if her bones would be broken if you grabbed her wrists and applied electricity lightly.

She has an older brother who is three years older than her, but he is white and plump and looks very healthy. When he stands next to her, it is hard to imagine that they are children raised in the same family.

The little girl had always lived cautiously at home, fearing that she would make some mistakes and be beaten. Sometimes, even when her brother made a mistake, her parents would blame her for leading her brother astray and beat her again.

When her parents faced her, they acted as if she was not their daughter but their enemy. They vented their anger on her every day and beat her to a pulp.

The little girl was hungry every day, watching her father, mother and brother picking up food from each other at the dinner table and eating the delicious meals; then she looked at herself, squatting in the corner, holding a cracked bowl, eating food that had gone bad from the previous few days, which smelled bad and made her stomach uncomfortable.

One day, her mother was boiling lard and asked her to watch the fire. She looked at the meat residue in the pot with her mouth full of saliva. Seeing that her mother was not paying attention, she carefully took out a piece of meat residue the size of her little finger from the pot and put it into her mouth immediately without caring about the heat.

smell good!

She didn't care whether her mother noticed this or not. She picked up a slightly larger piece of meat and was about to put it in her mouth when her mother rushed in and kicked her into the corner. Her mother looked at her angrily and yelled at her: "I didn't give you food, but you still eat it secretly! Haven't you seen meat before, you little bitch? Why are you so greedy? Eat it secretly! I told you to eat it secretly, why don't you starve to death?..."

With a stick in his hand, he hit her again and again, leaving purple marks one after another, as well as various other marks, from being hit with clothes hangers, burned by cigarette butts, punched and kicked...

Because of this incident, her mother was very angry. She scooped a few spoonfuls of boiling oil directly into her mouth. Then she took needle and thread, tied her hands and feet, and sewed her mouth shut with needle and thread. No matter how she struggled, it was of no use.

In the following days, her mouth became inflamed, swollen, and pus kept oozing out. Her body was in an even more horrible state. The hot oil that had been poured on her skin had burned her skin into large blisters, which were rubbed by her clothes and stuck to the clothes. Due to multiple infections, she not only oozed pus but also bled.

But her parents still didn't let her go. Not only did she have as much work to do, she had even more. She had to sweep and mop the floor, but she also had to wash clothes for everyone in the family. She didn't have enough food to eat and fainted from hunger in the corner.

The little girl was awakened by a beating. Her body was in so much pain that it felt like all the bones in her body were broken. She curled up into a ball and whimpered, but she couldn't open her mouth and could only make humming sounds.

Finally, under constant beatings, she closed her eyes forever and bid farewell to this world.

After hearing the other stories they just remained silent, but they were angry about this one. How could there be such parents? If this was the case, they should not have given birth to the child.

It was my own fault that I got pregnant and lost my job. Why should I blame the child?

I really don't know what's going on in their brains.

We know the stories around them, but there are 25 children volunteering at the welfare home, what kind of stories do the others have?

Several people searched the house but found no relevant text, so they had to gather in front of the door to see how to open the door lock.

Lu Nanyin grasped the door handle, and unexpectedly, the door opened when she turned it downwards.

They had not expected it to be like this, and were somewhat surprised when they saw the door slightly opened.

Several people looked at each other, mustered their courage, took the first step, and walked towards the unknown dark corridor.