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Chapter 1621 Orphanage in the Rain (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month)
He Ao stopped in front of the license plate and looked at its location.

The wall space shared by the shops on both sides now revealed a narrow, deep alleyway, its destination unknown.

The trigger was successful.

It seems that this entry rule is not 'limited' torrential rain; any rain will do. However, torrential rain greatly increases the probability of triggering it, and the Spear of Vesta makes up for this.

He Ao turned his gaze to the other side of the alleyway entrance.

There, a simple line drawing was pasted.

The painting depicts a child opening a door and seeing his parents standing in front of it.

This painting is not well done; the figures are very simple, and the painter doesn't seem to have any talent for painting.

The painting's main colors are gray and black, which makes it appear somewhat oppressive.

He Ao lowered his head and looked at the lower right corner of the painting. The edges of the painting were charred, and the spreading sparks were faintly visible.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, opened his umbrella, and walked into the narrow alley.

The rain ahead gradually turned into a mist, completely swallowing his silhouette.

The dense raindrops pattered on the umbrella, flowing down the edge and forming a hazy curtain of water.

As the rain and fog ahead gradually thinned, He Ao's leather boots stepped across the uneven, old ground, splashing water from the edges of his shoes. An old double gate, towering in the mist, slowly emerged from the rain.

The door was slightly ajar, revealing a dim and silent darkness behind it, through which the outline of a small building could be vaguely seen.

The old iron chains hanging on the iron gate creaked and groaned with the rising and falling wind.

He looked back. Everything behind him was shrouded in the torrential rain and thick fog. Only the city lights, seemingly unreal, could be faintly seen, like the flickering light of fireflies about to go out in the mist.

He withdrew his gaze, slowly walked forward, and headed towards the door in front of him.

As he approached, the buildings, shrouded in mist, suddenly became clear, and lights began to appear faintly in the windows, gradually brightening the space.

As he stepped through the crack in the open gate, the surrounding rain seemed to fade away.

An old, low-rise building with flashing lights came into his view.

In front of the low building is an open space, where slides, swings and other outdoor facilities for children are placed.

Heavy raindrops poured down on these things, flowing continuously down the slides, steel pipes, ramps, and nets.

He watched all of this quietly; everything was exactly as Loren remembered.

It was as if he had returned to six years ago, to the time when Loren left.

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A slight sound came from behind.

He turned around and looked at the iron gate behind him.

The iron gate that was originally open was now tightly closed, the iron chain hanging on the gate was wrapped around it, and a large iron lock was fastened to the gate, locking the entire iron gate.

He Ao turned around, raised his hand, and picked up the iron lock hanging on the door.

This lock has no keyhole; it appears to be cast from a single piece.

Then He Ao's gaze slowly shifted to his hand gripping the iron lock.

The hand was slender with prominent knuckles, several sizes smaller than his own originally thick hand.

The lock on the door also seems to have been moved to a higher position.

He Ao lowered his head and looked at the puddles on the ground.

A soft glow shone on the ground, reflecting his figure.

It was a slender, thin figure holding an umbrella. His face was somewhat gaunt, and he wore an oversized, ill-fitting jacket. He carried a long gun on his back, and his eyes were deep and dim.

That's what Loren looked like, the way he looked when he left the orphanage six years ago.

He looked up and glanced at the umbrella above his head.

He has shrunk by nearly 50 centimeters.

The umbrella, the clothes, and even the Vestarah Spear on his back were all scaled down proportionally.

Of course, the biggest reduction was in his waistline and physique; all the muscle Loren had built up over the past six years had disappeared.

He has become the same thin, withdrawn boy he was six years ago.

Physical fitness: 256
He Ao glanced at his personal attribute panel. His physical attributes had not changed, but his power release was restricted by some inexplicable negative status, and he could only release about 60% to 70% of his original power.

"Hey kid over there, what are you doing standing there?"

Just then, a roar rang out from He Ao's left.

He Ao turned around and looked in the direction from which the sound came from.

There was a simple guard booth. At that moment, the door of the guard booth was pushed open, and a 'figure' wearing a blue security guard uniform was standing in front of the door.

The security guard uniform was a normal security guard uniform, even a bit old, but the figure inside the uniform was not a person, but a mass of gray-black 'ashes' that seemed to be supported by an invisible force.

The ashes filled the security guard's uniform, revealing only a vague outline of a hand and a head, the hand and outline made of ashes.

Two sparks of light, like fireflies, hovered above the ashes of the skull, like two eerie, glowing eyes in the night, watching the figure in the rain.

He looked at He Ao without replying, then shone his flashlight on him. The ash-covered head trembled slightly, emitting a voice that sounded like that of a middle-aged man, slightly angry, "Hey you, kid, what are you doing standing there?"

As he spoke, he grabbed a flashlight and quickly walked towards He Ao.

The keys at his waist jingled as he moved.

"Uncle is fine, he's out playing." Just then, a hand grabbed He Ao's hand and pulled him towards the inside of the orphanage.

Dudu—

Because of the change in body shape, the spear, which was not properly secured, fell to the ground, dragging across the ground and making a thumping sound.

He Ao immediately gripped the spear in his hand and ran away quickly with the person who was pulling him.

The security guard, shone his flashlight through the smoke, watching the two figures run away. He then put away his flashlight and returned to his booth.

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The raindrops fell softly, and the surrounding air was shrouded in a hazy mist.

Reed walked along the deserted street, holding an umbrella.

He looked at the road ahead, but He Ao, who had been standing opposite him, had disappeared without him noticing.

The rain in the surrounding sky was getting heavier and heavier, exceeding the limit of rain that might fall at this time of year.

Even if all the snowflakes drifting in the sky melted, they couldn't create such violent raindrops.

In the torrential rain, the surrounding staff seemed to have vanished.

Reed looked up, glanced around, and walked forward through the misty rain.

Soon, the alleyway, shrouded in rain and mist, came into his view.

At the entrance to the alley, there was a simple children's drawing of sunflowers. The edges of the drawing were scorched, as if some sparks were brewing inside.

Reed withdrew his gaze and stepped into the misty alleyway.

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