A little girl at a magic school, she's a goofy troublemaker who can do anything.

"Where...am I?"

Li Wenyin and Yuchi Quan followed the little puppets for a while and arrived at a brand new palace. It was magnificent and dazzling, with a semi-transparent carved ceiling that reflected colorful light.

A palace sculpted and piled up from countless kinds of sugar, including rainbow-colored sugar, glass sugar, and star-shaped sugar.

It's dreamy, like a fairy tale world, or rather, the entire food processing plant is like a giant fairy tale world.

"The Palace of Dolls' Hearts, at the very center of this place," Yu Chi Quan looked around and replied, "and many of the secrets of this place are also located here."

Hearing this, Li Wenyin felt a little sorry for them: "President, you haven't been here for two years, and they still brought you here. They really don't treat you like an outsider, they really don't stand on ceremony with you."

Judging from this, it seems that Yuchi Quan, the bad guy, is bullying the innocent and kind little dolls.

The villainous chief of staff glanced at her and said, "You don't seem to be treating me any differently, do you, the 'Plastic Bag Mother'?"

"No, no, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just expressing my feelings."

Li Wenyin reluctantly withdrew her gaze and looked at the door that the little doll leading the way had opened for her.

What's behind that door?

"A gallery, and what's on it... is something I saw two years ago," Yu Chi Quan replied slowly.

"Two years ago... wait," Li Wenyin suddenly stopped, "wasn't that the secret here?"

No, she came here to help Senior Qin, so why is she suddenly going to go see classified information with this evil chief of staff?

No, no, this isn't right! Yuchi Quan, don't even think about setting a trap for her!

"I guess so."

In that short time, Yu Chiquan had already reached the entrance of the gallery and turned back to look at Li Wenyin, who was standing still.

Li Wenyin said, "President, after careful consideration, I think it's best if I don't know."

Yu Chi Quan smiled and asked, "Don't you want to become my accomplice?"

"Well... that's not what I meant, Chairman. I can pretend I don't know you're the Chief of Staff!" Li Wenyin glanced at him and the door, then nodded firmly.

There was a moment of silence.

Yu Chi Quan slowly asked, "Aren't you curious about what's inside?"

what.

That's a truly deadly temptation.

Li Wenyin was speechless.

She looked at Yuchi Quan and the door next to him.

I don't know what the price will be, but right now... it seems that as long as I go through this door, I can know the secret here, and knowing the secret here... should be able to help Senior Qin better, right?

...Forget it, Li Wenyin didn't want to brainwash herself and make excuses about how everything was for Senior Qin.

She was just curious, very curious about what that secret was.

Yuchi Quan... really knows her too well.

Perhaps it's because he himself is that kind of person.

Without much hesitation, Li Wenyin stepped forward, met Yu Chiquan's meaningful smile, and returned a "Heh heh, you can't escape either" smile before they went inside together.

They both disappeared into the light emanating from the gallery.

-

"Screaming Slaughterhouse"

Pei Yuanshu almost never left the fence.

After being pushed into this slaughterhouse cage, he didn't go any further inside, and didn't leave the cage fence for even a moment, staying as far away from the tied-up giant cockroach as possible.

He is not afraid of cockroaches.

But when it comes to being a human being, there isn't much fear.

Now, the cockroach was about the same size as him, staring at him with deadly eyes, which made him quite intimidated.

The little guard also gave him a strange prop and told him to kill cockroaches and extract their protein.

Pei Yuanshu was almost forced to choose between killing him and killing the guard.

He glanced at the little doll guarding him outside, wondering what kind of nonsense Li Wenyin would spout if it were her.

"Report, I can't bring myself to do it," Pei Yuanshu said.

"Can't bring yourself to do it?" The guard scoffed. "Didn't you say you could definitely do it before you came?"

"That's because I didn't know what I was supposed to kill. Now that I do," Pei Yuanshu said matter-of-factly. "Then I'm afraid I can't comply. I'm a rat with a moral bottom line."

The guard, puzzled, asked, "Why?"

"It's a cockroach, I'm a rat, we're both pests," Pei Yuanshu continued. "Rounding up, we're the same kind. Sorry, it's too cruel to harm one's own kind, I can't do it."

The little guard said, "Aren't you a hamster?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am a rat." Pei Yuanshu said without changing his expression.

"real?"

"Absolutely true."

"You're not lying to me?"

"If I lie to you, I'll never be a mouse again."

"What a vicious oath! Then you certainly didn't lie to me."

The wicked guard believed it.

Pei Yuanshu nodded.

"What you say makes a lot of sense. It really is too cruel. We can't bring ourselves to slaughter our own kind!" The guard believed him and felt a deep sorrow at the thought. "But the warden wants me to punish you... so we can't just let you out like this. Here's what we'll do: I'll play you our 'Supreme Voice.' Anyone who hears this music will become a kind and good person. After you hear it, we'll let you go!"

Pei Yuanshu narrowed his eyes slightly. Just like that? What's this "Supreme Voice"? Something feels off. Could this be a trap...?

But he agreed anyway, since it was probably better than killing cockroaches.

Seeing that Pei Yuanshu had agreed, the guard happily led him to another room, chattering incessantly:

"Heh heh. Let me tell you, anyone who hears this voice will turn into a good person... a good rat! You won't be able to do anything bad anymore!"

"Okay, go ahead and put it."

This is a pure white room.

Pei Yuanshu stood in the center and began to hear sounds of all sizes coming from all directions.

Yes......

Human voice.

It was the sound of children's laughter.

"Mom, they bullied me! They knocked my toy away with their toys! Especially Ao Song! She wouldn't let my toy be the head chef! She's so mean!"

"Hey, give way to Songsong, okay? Xiaobao's doll, instead of being a head chef, could be a police chief, or a sheriff, or a patrol officer? That would be really cool!"

"She even laughed at me! She said I just hold a toy and play with it! Waaah, Mom, I want my toy to move too, like Ao Song! —"

"Okay, okay, one day I will definitely build a big little world for you with your uncles and aunts, where all the toys can move and talk freely, okay?"

""good!--""

There were many sounds, countless children laughing happily or shouting in frustration. Judging from the key words, it seemed to be a group of children playing house together with small toys.

I can't tell the exact time, but it feels like it happened before this food processing plant was built.

Almost every time a child shouts, one or two adults will join in, laughing and playing along.

It seems... except for that most mischievous girl, "Ao Song".

-

Mu Fengmao thought he was incredibly smart.

No matter how much he pleaded and begged, the cold-blooded little guard refused to give him even a single drop of paint.

But this was no challenge for the exceptionally clever Mu Fengmao.

He still has himself, and his invincible mind.

When Mu Fengmao first arrived at the food processing plant, he was so engrossed in looking around that he accidentally stepped into the paste, which stuck to his foot and he couldn't get it off.

He never expected that the paste he accidentally stepped in would now be the only thing he could use as paint.

Mu Fengmao tiptoed, carefully collecting the remaining paste on her paws, and stealthily drew on the pure white candy wrappers on the ground.

It was really difficult for him to paint with his feet for the first time in a real sense.

The determined Mufeng Cat was not afraid of difficulties and worked hard to draw on it.

Then, with great difficulty, he used his feet and the little remaining paste to draw a picture of plum blossoms.

After finally finishing his painting, drenched in sweat, Mu Fengmao went to ask the cold-hearted little guard to give it a review.

The cold-blooded guard said, "Too ugly, unqualified."

"What?! This is so perfect! This is so amazing!"

Mu Fengmao was unconvinced. He pointed repeatedly at the guard and began to eloquently describe the brilliance of his masterpiece.

"Sir, look at these flowers, so lifelike! Look at these petals, so plump and juicy! Look at this branch... uh, it's a branch too!"

The guard looked disgusted.

"You're still not satisfied?" Mu Fengmao couldn't accept it. "Then what would it take to satisfy you?!"

"That won't do," the little guard retorted. "How about this, I'll show you our 'Supreme Painting,' and you'll understand."

Mu Fengmao was furious: "A masterpiece? Fine, let me see what kind of work it is that can be better than mine?"

Without saying a word, the guard led him to a room.

A carefully protected room, shrouded in stars, requires unlocking several locks to enter.

A painting covered the entire wall of the room, carefully pasted on it and well preserved.

That was a...

Hmm... can I call it a painting?

Mu Fengmao doesn't think that's quite possible.

On some crumpled paper, there were many handprints of different sizes, with colorful palms pressed crookedly on them.

Next to each small handprint, there will be one or two larger handprints.

They either protect it, layer it on top of it, or tease it by making a gun or a heart shape with their hands, standing guard beside the little handprints.

It's messy and disorderly. No matter how you look at it, it looks like adults playing with children, using their palms to apply paint and make handprints. At most, it can be called "handprint painting." I don't know how it could be rated as "the supreme painting."

Counting them, the handprints were probably made by about a dozen children, and each handprint was accompanied by a line of small, crookedly written names.

One small handprint is missing.

It stood alone in the lower right corner of the drawing, all by itself, without the large handprints that accompanied the other small handprints.

However, it was surrounded by a ring of other small handprints, and a few of them could be vaguely identified as belonging to the small handprints with signatures on the side.

And this is a small handprint surrounded by a pile of small handprints.

Its signature is:

"Proud Pine"

-

Yu Zhiyuan's plan to become friends with the doll is not going smoothly.

She didn't know exactly where things went wrong. But things just weren't going smoothly...

She simply smiled, said a few words, and nodded affirmatively. The little dolls' expressions changed from initial trepidation to complete terror.

There shouldn't be any fear between friends, right?

Thinking this way, Yu Zhiyuan felt that she should get along better with them and speed up the process of becoming friends, otherwise it might delay the other partners.

So she took the initiative to ask, "What kind of corporal punishment was used against me?"

A simple question sent the guard trembling with fear.

"You...you...you...the punishment we're giving you is...discipline...you have to obey...obey our orders..." the guard stammered.

"Okay, come on," Yu Zhiyuan said with a light hum, then, thinking she should be more amiable, continued, "Just say it."

The guard trembled even more violently after hearing her words, though he didn't know what was wrong with her tone.

But no matter what, the corporal punishment began.

The first command, the guard stammered, "First...you...you have to...kneel down..."

kneel down?

Yu Zhiyuan was stunned.

She's a tombstone now; she doesn't even have a body, let alone knees, so how can she kneel?

Even with mimicry magic, one isn't immune to kneeling, but it can cause bugs that make things look very strange to outsiders...

The caretaker thought she was a tombstone, so he shouldn't make a tombstone kneel.

Oh, she understands.

Yu Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then with lightning speed, bent down and swept her hand, tripping the guard.

Caught completely off guard, the guard's legs buckled and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel down in front of Yu Zhiyuan.

Yu Zhiyuan was satisfied.

Although she hadn't played with them much, she knew that these kinds of dolls and toys should be moved around frequently to keep their joints in good condition, prevent rust, and maintain their flexibility.

The instruction given to her by the little man was probably this: help it, make it kneel down.

Yu Zhiyuan thought she understood it very well, executed the instructions quickly, and did it without any problems. She was even thinking that she was one step closer to making friends with the little doll.

Yu Zhiyuan: "How is it?"

but......

The guard was bewildered for a moment, then knelt down and refused to get up; his back, which he had managed to straighten, was about to break.

It cried out in a heart-wrenching voice, "Ahhh, I'm so sorry! I was wrong! I shouldn't have been so rude to you! You're so amazing! I'll immediately make you the new king! Big sister! Please forgive me! I really know I was wrong!"

"?" Yu Zhiyuan didn't understand. Why?

If that's not the case, does it really mean it has to kneel before a tombstone?

Confused, Yu Zhiyuan wanted to help the guard up first: "The ground is cold."

The little guard knelt on the ground, refusing to get up, fearing that she was going to torture it in various ways.