System [I am in a horror dungeon]

"Okay. Then, should we look for something first, or should we look for someone first?"

"Let's find something first. If we want to find someone, we have to make a mistake."

"That's right, let's find something first. But, besides the potion, what else does Xiaoji need?"

Lu Nanyin didn’t know either.

"How much do you remember about Xiaoji?"

Zheng Jie thought about it and felt that Xiao Ji’s story was so tragic and impressive that he could basically remember most of it.

The same goes for Zhu An. Xiao Ji was not expected since she was born. In the few years she lived in this world, she was tortured by her biological parents. She suffered serious physical and psychological damage...wait, physical and psychological. The potion can eliminate her physical pain, but what about psychological pain? The psychological damage is more serious than the physical.

"Lu Ying, Zheng Jie, little Jiken still needs psychological treatment."

"Psychotherapy? That makes sense, but what does it stand for? Find a psychiatrist?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Not all doctors are good. What if you run into a bad one?"

Lu Nanyin was looking at the children playing in the hall, and a child in the corner caught her attention. She remembered that this child ate a lot of food on the first day. She thought the child was starved to death. Now looking closely, there were scars on her arms and ankles that were occasionally exposed, and even her mouth had marks, which must be the marks from when her mouth was sewn shut before.

Zhu An and Zheng Jie saw Lu Nanyin staring at the little kid, so they looked over too. She didn't fit in with the other kids around her. She just squatted in the corner and stared at the kids playing. She had never been out of the house and didn't know how to play these games. She could only be a spectator, and when someone won, she would smile and look at them with envy.

"That kid is Xiaoji, right?"

"That should be the case. Xiaoji has never left home, so he doesn't communicate with others. This also fits the situation."

The three of them gathered the children together. When Xiaoji saw this, he slowly walked over, stood at the outermost edge and listened to them talking.

"Let's play a group game, shall we?"

"it is good!"

The children were very interested and gathered around to ask what kind of game it was.

Zhu An said in the center: "Does everyone like the dean?"

"I like it, I like it very much."

Talking about the dean, the children had endless things to say. Xiao Ji also smiled. The dean was a very gentle person. As long as the dean was there, nothing would be a problem.

"This game is called Pass the Flower." Zhu An took out a red flower that three people had tied together with a silk ribbon from behind him like a magician.

"This is our flower. Does it look good?"

"Well, it's beautiful."

Zhu An pointed to the drum he had brought from the music classroom and said, "This is our drum."

Watching the children talking in groups of three or four, guessing what the game was, Zhu An clapped his hands, drawing the children's attention to himself, and then said, "Now let's form a circle and get ready. We are going to play a game."

The child ran and laughed, and after a while, he finally made a circle that was not quite round.

"Listen carefully, I'm going to tell you the rules of the game."

Zhu An stood in the middle of the circle, glanced at everyone and memorized Xiao Ji's position.

"The rules of the game are, I will randomly give this red flower to any child, and then this child will pass the red flower to the children on both sides of you. At the same time, I will beat the drum. When the drum stops, the child who gets the red flower can no longer give the red flower to other children. Finally, the child who gets the red flower will stand here and tell everyone the story of you and the dean, okay?"

When they heard that they were going to tell a story related to the dean, the children clapped and cheered, looking at the red flower, eager to try.

Looking at the two people standing outside the circle, Zhu An communicated with them through eye contact and paid attention to Xiaoji's position.

Lu Nanyin secretly made an "OK" gesture.

At the beginning of the first round, Zhu An stuffed the red flower into the hands of a little boy beside him and started beating the drum. The little boy told him to pass the red flower to the left hand. After the drum stopped beating, the red flower fell into the hands of a little girl. She smiled shyly, walked slowly to Zhu An's side, and told him about the dean coaxing her to sleep. Then she returned to her seat amid the children's discussion.

After the little girl sat down, Lu Nanyin put a small crocheted flower on her chest. When the little girl saw it, she became even happier and kept thanking her.

The second round started with the little girl in the previous round and continued to pass the ball to the left. This time the red flower passed Xiaoji and fell into Xiaoyan's hands. The story she told was that when they found her before, Xiaoyan said that the dean gave her a special paintbrush. But what she didn't know was that the dean told a white lie. The paintbrush given to Xiaoyan was not only black, white and gray, but colorful, and the pens used by other children were even more colorful.

After Xiao Yan finished telling the story of the dean, she looked at Lu Nanyin, smiled and said, "But this sister also told me that the colors of nature and various things are determined by the painter. For my paintings, the colors are what I think they are, and I shouldn't follow the crowd."

When Xiaoyan returned to her seat, Lu Nanyin also gave her a small criss-crossed flower and stuck it on her right cuff so that she could see it as soon as she raised her hand.

"Xiao Yan, you said it very well. This is your reward. I won't tell you what color it is for now. It is whatever color you think it is." Lu Nanyin touched Xiao Yan's head and walked aside to stand.

She noticed that when she was drawing the little flowers for Xiaoyan, Xiaoji looked over here with envy and desire in his eyes, but her personality made her afraid to speak in front of everyone, so she was very conflicted.

When he accidentally made eye contact with Lu Nanyin, he immediately shifted his gaze and didn't dare to say anything.

The game continued. After the children in the third and fourth rounds went up to tell their stories, they each received a small crocheted flower. Two of the children would show off to the children next to them, tilting their heads and listening to the praises from the children around them.

Xiaoji looked at the small flower woven by the child next to him and listened to the words of the children around him, and his desire in his heart deepened.

In the fifth round, when the flower was passed to Xiaoji, the drumbeat just stopped and everyone's attention was focused on Xiaoji.

Xiaoji looked at the red flower in his hand, a little stunned. He couldn't believe that the red flower was in his hand.

Xiao Ji raised her head slightly and looked at Zhu An, who was smiling at her. His eyes encouraged Xiao Ji, hoping that she could overcome her psychological barriers, step forward and tell her story.