He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

"Waaaaah~ Ahhh~" The girl wailed, her cries echoing throughout the small warehouse.

Shirakawa covered his ears, the shrill crying piercing them painfully.

The male students outside the door took even more photos after hearing the noise.

The door remained as sturdy as ever; it was impossible for them to break in.

But we need to calm her down quickly. If we attract more people, it could easily expose Jackie and Ayako's location behind the warehouse, making it much more difficult to leave.

Helpless, Shirakawa could only half-squat down and hug her again. The girl stopped crying and sobbed softly, burying her face in his arms and wiping her tears with Shirakawa's shirt.

Dust and tears were smeared all over Jackie's skull clothes.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Shirakawa gently patted the girl's back to soothe her.

An infant left alone in such a space would certainly feel frightened.

But Shirakawa also had reasons to leave; he couldn't possibly put her to sleep before leaving.

"What happened, Shirakawa? Why is there a girl crying?" Jackie asked, standing on tiptoe towards the window.

Did Shirakawa do something bad inside?

"No, there's a strange girl who won't let me leave. Don't worry, I'll take care of it right away."

"Why won't she let you leave? I'll argue with her!" Jackie shouted angrily.

"I'll be done soon, don't worry," Shirakawa replied.

Whether she understands it or not is another matter entirely...

Shirakawa wiped away the tears from her eyes.

She's really beautiful, with silver-white hair, arched willow-leaf eyebrows, and cherry lips. If she washed her face, she would definitely be one in a million, a school beauty.

It's a pity he's not mentally sound.

How can we get her out of here without her crying?

Shirakawa has a good idea.

He took a basketball from under the shelf and patted it a few times.

The girl moved closer, clearly showing interest in the basketball.

Shirakawa gently pushed the basketball, causing it to roll towards her.

The girl sat cross-legged, placed her hands on the basketball, and pushed it back and forth, just like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn, having a great time.

Taking advantage of the current break, Shirakawa quickly went to move and lay out the soft cushions.

"Hey!" The girl held the ball with both hands and threw it hard. The basketball bounced to Shirakawa's feet, and the girl smiled innocently.

She probably wanted Shirakawa to play with her.

Seeing Shirakawa lay out the mat, and then looking at the open window.

"Waaah~" the girl whimpered, about to start crying again.

......

Difficult to handle!

Shirakawa pushed the basketball at his feet over, and the ball rolled to the girl's side. She stopped crying, stroked the ball with her little hands, rolled it a few times, and then gently pushed it back.

The girl was well-behaved and adorable, with clear tear tracks on her cheeks and her face, covered in dust, streaked with tears. But she was playing happily with Shirakawa, her face beaming with joy.

Shirakawa, meanwhile, was trying to come up with a solution.

Without realizing it, he pushed the basketball behind the girl with a little force.

The girl turned and crawled over, her knees hitting the ground with a soft thud. Her once tight and elegant white stockings were torn, but after touching the ball, she gently carried it back to her previous position and tossed the ball to Shirakawa.

Should we take this opportunity to leave?

With a determined heart, Shirakawa forcefully rolled the basketball a long way, past the bottom of the shelf, and onto the other side of the room.

The girl giggled as she crawled over to retrieve the ball, and Shirakawa took advantage of the moment to quickly lay out a soft mat.

After two rounds, the soft mat was laid out.

Shirakawa pressed down with his hand to make sure the stack was stable, then stepped onto it, his head just above the window.

Now we'll definitely be able to get out.

At that moment, crying sounds came again from behind Shirakawa.

Shirakawa was determined to leave, but his conscience wouldn't allow this "child" to wail and cry here.

The banging outside the door became much louder, indicating that someone had been drawn over by the crying.

But we can't waste any more time here.

How to do?

Shirakawa came up with a last resort.

He took his phone out of his pocket.

Swipe open the lock screen, and the "Save Fallen Girls" app will appear on the screen.

Shirakawa glanced at the girl who was crying loudly, then looked at his phone with reluctance.

Anyway, this crappy app couldn't help much. After being beaten up by Akaza, the hypnosis incident started, and the app was completely silent, like it was dead the whole time.

The warehouse was also completely empty.

So be it.

Shirakawa long-pressed the app, hid it, checked Line, but Akaza didn't reply. Then he found some early education videos and children's cartoons on a video website and played them on a loop. The rich content could keep playing until the evening.

Shirakawa got off the cushion, handed the phone to the girl, and gestured for her to look at the content on the screen.

The girl was quickly drawn to the colorful little figures and nursery rhyme videos on the phone.

Then she put the phone in her mouth and started chewing on it like an ice cream.

"Don't eat it! Don't eat it!"

Shirakawa quickly pulled out his phone, drawing out a glistening "thread".

The screen was covered in her fragrance, and Shirakawa quickly wiped it off with the hem of his shirt.

Go home, wash it thoroughly, and then return it to Jackie.

"Watch the video carefully. You can't eat this," Bai Chuan instructed her, holding up his phone.

The girl seemed to understand, nodding repeatedly, and took the phone. This time, she sat obediently cross-legged on the ground and started reading.

“1+1=2。1+2=3。”视频里面的可爱女老师拍着手唱着数字歌。

The girl held her phone awkwardly, engrossed in it. Shirakawa moved a few steps toward the window, and seeing that the girl didn't react, he stepped onto the mat and left.

"Shirakawa, what's wrong...?"

"Shh." Shirakawa quickly made a shushing gesture to tell them to be quiet.

The two women each grabbed one of Bai Chuan's arms and pulled him out. Jieqi even raised her forearm to block Bai Chuan's chest, preventing him from falling to the ground and getting covered in dirt.

After landing smoothly, Shirakawa held his breath and listened intently; no sound came from inside the warehouse.

Even if there were sounds coming from inside, he couldn't care less; Shirakawa had done all he could.

Jackie pointed to her clothes, which were mixed with an unknown liquid and dust, and was about to ask a question.

"There's no time to explain, we'll talk about it on the way." Shirakawa quickly told the two women to leave.

This is not a safe place to stay; the crying just now has already attracted quite a few people.

Meanwhile, the girl in the warehouse was watching on her phone, mouth agape, repeating after the girl in the video:

“Serie A, Yi Deng Yu Er”

In the video, the young woman read it again, and the girl repeated it after her:

"1...＋1＝....2"

55. If we meet again, don't come any closer!

"That's probably what happened."

The three of them returned home, passing by the playground.

Shirakawa quietly recounted everything that had just happened.

"You didn't encounter any female ghosts, vengeful spirits, or ghost babies, did you...?" Ako said uneasily.

"Um, she should be a person, and she's quite pretty."

"Describe what she looks like, maybe we know her," Jackie said, also wanting to know who the girl Xiaobai thought was pretty was.

"Uh, white stockings, beautiful legs, big eyes, rosy cheeks, small mouth, slim figure, um..." Shirakawa was a little at a loss for words.

Shirakawa is not good at describing other people's appearance, which is one of his weaknesses.

In the original world, ordinary people were generally described using simple descriptive terms such as handsome, beautiful, ugly, sleazy, fat, thin, tall, and short.