There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

Yueshu's voice suddenly rang out again. He calmed down, seemingly regaining his usual composure and elegance. But the chaotic aura grew more and more oppressive. At this moment, the pupils of all the children on the ground turned to an amber color. They opened their mouths, speaking word by word as if reciting: "Yes, we are bad children, this world is not kind to us." "Since that is the case, let's overthrow it mercilessly." "We have our own world." "We will build a world that belongs to us, where there is a perfect Order of our own." "We will never lack delicious food, never suffer from vile spitting and bullying, never lack fun playmates, never lack happiness." "Come join us." The children standing neatly in the distance suddenly extended their hands toward them in unison, the corners of their mouths curling into cold smiles. They surrounded the only three people who were still lucid. The female white-collar worker suddenly looked up, only to find that her field of vision was entirely consumed by that enormous single eye, with not a slither of space to be seen in the sky. Within her vision, the eye kept drawing closer. In her mind, the crazed whisper of "come join us," "come join us," "come join us" echoed as if struck by some virus, the countless yellow vertical pupils seizing all reason! The headmaster clutched his head, his fingers entwined in his hair, looking very agitated. "Aren't you ready yet?" He gasped and muttered to himself, "If you can't handle it, then just leave the rest to me. Without that cat helping him, I have a way to resolve this situation." But no one responded to him. In the empty orphanage, only the children's murmuring continued to come from all directions, endlessly echoing like a curse. After a while, a different voice finally sounded softly. "I've found a way, no need for you for now." Xu Shuo withdrew his gaze from the giant single eye that he had been staring at for so long, drooping his head wearily and rubbing his temples with his hand. Mental Space was being suppressed more and more. Resisting the erosion of the orphanage, Xu Shuo used an enormous amount of spiritual power. Within this, his thoughts even probed into the giant single eye in the sky, which was akin to swimming directly in the Abyss's corruption. Chaos, nausea, fear, violence – these negative emotions were almost unstoppably washing over his thoughts. But more than fearing the Abyss, Xu Shuo wanted to destroy that thing even more! Once again, he had the same idea he had in the underground parking garage, the madness in his thoughts drove him to want to destroy, but this time he didn't have enough of Themis's power to sustain him. So, as the strings of "Witch's Heart" trembled violently, Xu Shuo miraculously pulled back his thoughts that were about to lose control again. With his current spiritual power, it was completely unfeasible to confront Yueshu head-on. Probing into it was like throwing a pebble into the sea, and if he didn't hold back in time, he feared he would lose himself too. However, after wandering through Yueshu's Mental Space, he did find the flaw in SOA-09. Xu Shuo exhaled slowly, turning his expressionless face to look at the female white-collar worker or rather, the trembling doll in her arms. He didn't speak, his voice directly echoing in the consciousness of the doll. "Emily." The doll's body shuddered. Because the voice was old, kind, with a gentleness and acceptance like a spring breeze. It seemed to come from a distant time and space. The doll poked its head out from the hands of the female white-collar worker, its black button eyes revealing emptiness. It looked at the young man not far away. For a moment, it seemed to see an old man on the verge of his last breath, lying leisurely in a rocking chair on a noisy summer night, comforting the four-year-old girl with a pat on the head and a smile: "Emily, how could you be a bad child who was abandoned?" "You are all little angels~" ...