I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Upon hearing this explanation, March 7th turned to look at Qiye.

He was looking down at the pile of broken ice on the ground, a faint sadness in his eyes.

"...My trash."

That's not your trash!

"It used to be."

"It never was!!"

Xing patted Qiye on the shoulder, her tone serious:

"Brother, don't be sad. Your trash may be broken, but your spirit remains."

"Thank you."

Qi Ye looked at her earnestly, "You're a good person."

"I know."

Clara, who hadn't run away because she was worried about the patient, saw this scene and had only one thought in her mind!

"How come they're all sick!"

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Chapter 56 Misunderstanding

Clara stood there, looking at the group of people in front of her.

An adult man tied to a pipe, muttering "my garbage".

A gray-haired girl was squatting next to him, comforting him with the words, "The spirit of trash will live on forever."

A pink-haired girl is kicking broken ice on the ground with her toes, muttering "What a sin".

There was also a cold-faced young man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

In those few short minutes, she received far more information than a normal child could process in a day.

She took half a step back, then another half step back.

The sentence Dr. Natasha wrote on the blackboard kept replaying in my mind.

"Patients with delusions need patient guidance."

But now she feels that it's not just Mr. Trash Can who needs guidance.

Just as Clara was debating whether to run away too, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from the alley entrance.

Hook was at the forefront, a smug smile on his little face.

Three people followed closely behind her.

"It's right ahead!"

Hook ran while shouting back.

"They tied up Mr. Trash Can and scared us with a mop covered in poop!"

Sister Seele, come and be the judge!

They say Mr. Trash Can is crazy, but I think he just really wants to be a trash can, which isn't illegal, is it?

After dealing with the situation at the medical station, Seele had...

I want to rush back and tell my dad all about what I've done over the years.

How did she transform the lower-level areas, and how did she convince Schwarzro?

How did I get in touch with Bronya and get supplies?

She wanted her father to know that the little brat she picked up from the garbage dump had grown up and was now capable of standing on his own.

She even mentally rehearsed countless times.

She wondered if her father would pat her on the shoulder and say, "My good son has made something of himself," after hearing her story.

She even planned in advance how to roll her eyes and say, "Don't call me by my nickname."

Then Hook complained to them, and from his description, it seemed to be Old Man and his group!

So she came with Natasha.

But the first thing she saw when she stepped into the alley was her father tied up to a pipe.

His arms were wrapped several times with hemp rope, and his eyes were unfocused.

His expression was serene, and he exuded an air of innocence as if he had been abused.

In that instant, Seele's mind immediately conjured up images of horrific bullying.

She immediately rushed over, grabbed the rope binding Qi Ye, and pulled hard, breaking the rope in two.

Qi Ye lost her support and her body swayed forward.

Seele quickly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him against her.

"Dad!"

Xi'er supported Qi Ye's back with one hand and waved the other in front of his eyes.

Qi Ye's gaze remained unfocused for a while before slowly refocusing on hope Er's face.

He only said one sentence.

"I'm a trash can, do you have trash?"

Seele's expression instantly changed from worry to confusion.

Then, as if remembering something, he immediately turned his head, his eyes burning with anger.

"Bastards! I thought you guys were good people!"

I used to think of you as my mom!

Is this how you treated my father? You beat him up like this?

Even I can't recognize them!

Do you guys think my dad is easy to bully?

I'm telling you, nobody's leaving until we get to the bottom of this!

March 7th was so shocked by this sudden accusation that she stumbled back several steps, waving her hands frantically in front of her:

"Wait, wait, wait—you've misunderstood! Nobody hit him! We didn't do this to him!"

It's the light cone! He caused the side effects himself! It has nothing to do with us!

Her voice grew weaker and weaker as she spoke, because even she herself thought what she was saying was too outrageous.

"He did it himself? He turned himself into an idiot?"

Seele clenched her fists.

Do you think I'm a three-year-old?

Xing poked her head out from the side and interjected:

"Why not?"

He even swapped bodies with March 7th before; he's capable of doing something like that.

Why can't I turn myself into a dumping ground for trash?

Ask your own father if he could do it.

Seele was stunned.

She looked down at Qi Ye's peaceful yet listless face.

The latter's gaze was fixed on the few pieces of ice that hadn't completely melted at her feet.

A thought involuntarily flashed through her mind.

Based on her understanding of her father, it seemed he was really capable of doing it.

Natasha quickly stepped forward and squatted down in front of Qiye.

He lifted his eyelids to check his pupil response, then felt his pulse, his brow furrowing.

"The pupils react normally to light, the pulse is stable, and there are no signs of external injury."

Seele, what they're saying might be true.

The symptoms of this cognitive bias do indeed resemble the side effects of certain medications, rather than external injury.

If someone had been beaten like that, their pupils and pulse wouldn't be so normal.

Bronya stood beside Seele, one hand gently resting on her shoulder:

"Seele, calm down."

Dan Heng also spoke up to explain:

“Xier, the things from Qiye are all kinds of strange and wonderful, so it’s normal for them to have such side effects.”

But most of them are not long-term; they may get better after a while.

Seele closed her eyes briefly and raised her hand to rub her temples.

It took immense willpower to forcefully shift my emotions from anger back to reason.

When she opened her eyes again, she was much calmer than before.

"Since you say the side effects are temporary, then I'll wait."

Before my father recovered, he lived with me and I took care of him.

I will arrange for you to stay at the Goethe Hotel!

Hook peeked half his head out from behind Seele, and Chaoxing made a face:

"Hmph! Your poop-stained mop is gone!"

Now that the Mole Party has Seele backing them up, let's see if you still dare to scare us!

Xing looked down at Hook's smug little face.

He glanced down at his empty right hand and said confidently:

"If you lose your mop, you can pick it up again!"

There are still plenty of trash cans in the lower level; next time I'll find a thicker one.

"Sister Seele threatened me!!!"

Hook shrank behind Seele.

Ignoring the complaints behind her, Xi'er simply put her arm around Qi Ye's shoulder and helped him stand up.

Qiye's legs dragged on the ground, as if she had completely forgotten how to walk.

Xi'er didn't rush him, but slowly carried him towards the alley entrance, half-carrying and half-supporting him.

Clara, who witnessed this scene, was still in a daze, but she still chose to leave with Seele.

March 7th stood there, watching Xiye's retreating figure being dragged away by Xier, and said helplessly:

"Once he recovers, I'm going to give him a good talking to about all the embarrassing things he's done."

Danheng glanced at her, shook his head, and said...

"He might not care!"

He then strode toward the alley entrance.