Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! Chapter 522: Handprint on the Shoulder

Chapter 522: Handprint on the Shoulder

Translator: Henyee Translations   Editor: Henyee Translations

At this moment, the door opened with a bang. Dong, dong, donga It seemed like a child had run over.

The girl’s scalp was about to explode. She felt that she was going to die today. At this moment, the voice in her ear disappeared, and the cold feeling dissipated. The girl’s stiff fingers trembled, and she felt like she was alive again, but she did not dare to look back.

“Miss.” A young voice said, “It’s me…” Right on the heels of that, a small hand reached out to the girl. The girl couldn’t hold it in anymore and screamed in horror. She jumped off the bed and fell to the foot of the wall with the blanket. “No, don’t come over…” Her eyes were filled with fear, and her face was pale.

Amelia took out a Requiem Talisman and stuck it to the girl’s forehead. She even blew on it. “Little Miss, don’t be afraid. I’ll blow for you…”

For some reason, the girl suddenly calmed down and looked at Amelia in a daze. Wasn’t this little girl the one she accidentally b.u.mped into this morning?

“It’s you?” The girl grabbed the blanket tightly, her voice still carrying a trace of fear.

Amelia: “Yes, yes! It’s okay. Sister, get up.”

The girl’s legs went weak. She held onto the bedside table and slowly stood up.

First, she looked around quickly. There was nothing. The room was silent. There was only herself, Amelia, and a very tall man. Perhaps to avoid suspicion, the man leaned against the door and she could only see his back. “Little kid, you… how did you…” The girl was shocked and afraid. Her fingers that were holding the blanket were white.

Amelia blinked and looked at Alex. She said what he had taught her on the way. “Dad and I were just… pa.s.sing by… Then we heard you shouting. We were  afraid of an accident, so we kicked the door open and came in.”

The girl: “…” Really? Did she shout just now? She didn’t remember at all. She only remembered that there seemed to be someone pressing against her back. She was so frightened that she didn’t dare to make a sound…

The girl looked at Amelia and saw her squatting on the ground as if she was picking up something. She was even muttering. No matter how she looked at it, this scene was very strange. At around four in the morning, a little girl and a man pa.s.sed by her house…

The girl was about to speak when she suddenly saw her shoulder in the reflection of the mirror. She saw a handprint on her shoulder! That’s right, it was a handprint! It was a mud-like handprint on her shoulder!

The girl’s face stiffened and she was dumbfounded. She looked at the ground and saw wet marks around her bed, as if someone had just been walking around her bed.

The girl’s legs went weak and she fell to the ground with a plop.

Amelia looked up. “Miss, what’s wrong?” Only then did she notice the handprint on one of the girl’s shoulders. It was mainly because she was too short. From her angle, it was difficult to see the girl’s shoulder.

Amelia stepped forward and patted the girl’s shoulder. The handprint quietly dissipated.

The girl’s back stiffened as she tried to divert her attention. She asked, “Little kid, what’s your name?”

Amelia dusted off the handprint on the girl’s shoulder and returned to where she had been. As she picked up things on the ground, she replied, “My name is Amelia. You can call me Mia. Sister, what about you?”

The girl stared at Amelia’s actions and said, “My name is Gyala, Gyala Tait. Mia, what are you picking up?”

Amelia looked up and smiled innocently. “Sister Gyala, I’m picking up… hair…” She wanted to say that she was picking up the female ghost’s limbs. When she came in just now, she saw that the female ghost was about to squeeze into Gyala’s body. In a moment of desperation, she slashed with a peach wood sword and the female ghost was scattered. However, when she saw Alex glancing at her, she quickly changed her words.

Alex’s mouth twitched. Picking up hair… This reason was really…

Gyala was also stunned. She had no idea what was going on. She stood up and hesitated for a few seconds before saying, “Mia, sit for a while. There’s milk and fruit juice in the fridge. What do you want to drink? I’ll get it…” Initially, she was just being polite. After all, it was four or five in the morning. Who would be a guest in someone else’s house in the middle of the night?

Amelia, however, nodded happily. “Okay, I want juice. Thank you, Sister

Gyala!’

Gyala: “… Okay.”

Gyala lived in a single apartment. The kitchen was an open kitchen, and outside the kitchen was the living room sofa. There was a small coffee table in front of the sofa. It was not big, but it was very warm. It could be seen that Gyala usually cleaned up very diligently..