"Good evening, streamer, I'm here~!"
The viewers flooded into the live stream room, and then they took a closer look.
How familiar this was!
"Here again?"
"Has the streamer been fighting in this ghost realm for the past few days, making guides?"
"The one upstairs, you really think this is a game?"
The live stream screen showed—
The glow of the blood moon spilled in through the window.
The off-white desk, the sky-blue curtains, the pink alarm clock on the nightstand…
Everything was the same as before.
No, there was a difference.
As the camera panned, a small, frail figure appeared on the screen.
The bedroom door, which should have been tightly shut, was quietly opened a crack.
The girl, with her long, black hair spread out, wearing a white pajama, secretly peered through the gap in the door, looking outside.
The living room lights were bright, and two figures were cast on the floor.
The sounds of a man and a woman arguing continuously entered the bedroom.
"What do you want?! I'm already exhausted, I don't want to argue with you about this!" the woman said.
"What do I want?! Look at what you do all day, is that what a mother should do?"
The man roared:
"You're never home for days on end, what do you take me for, what do you take our daughter for?"
"What do you mean, not what a mother should do?"
The woman's voice became sharp, and the shadows on the floor twisted:
"My work is done in the open, what's there to hide? In what way am I not like a mother?
Liao Chenghong, explain yourself! What do you mean not like a mother?
Did I go whoring or selling myself? I think you're a dog that can't spit out anything but ivory!"
"Liu Qiao'er!"
The man restrained the woman's scratching, "Listen to me, you must resign tomorrow, either find a decent job or come back to take care of our daughter properly!"
"Do you know how much her studies have fallen behind?!"
"Doesn't this house feel like a home anymore!?"
The man's voice echoed in the living room.
The arguing couple didn't notice—the side bedroom door was quietly opened a crack.
The little girl stood silently behind the door, watching everything, tears sliding down her eyes one by one.
When her vision blurred, she raised her hand and wiped them away.
...
"Why are my eyes always filled with tears... (heartbroken.jpg)"
"Stop arguing, stop arguing, look at the child more."
In the live stream room, although the viewers couldn't see the girl's face.
But anyone with eyes could tell—she was wiping away tears.
Parents arguing in the light, a child silently weeping in the darkness…
This scene pierced the hearts of many viewers.
Some were unmarried, some were already parents.
Some felt sorry for the little girl's plight, while others recalled their own childhoods.
Even though many years had passed, those memories were still deeply rooted in their bones.
In the depths of their souls.
Every time they recalled it, their hearts ached with sadness and helplessness.
It felt as if their hearts were being clutched by something.
Unable to break free, and powerless to do anything.
"My childhood was spent listening to my parents argue. When they argued fiercely, they would smash things. I would cry and try to mediate, but it was useless."
"I really want to tell those parents, it's okay not to have delicious candy, it's okay not to have toys or new clothes.
I just beg you to be well, please don't argue anymore.
Because in the eyes of a child, you are their sky..."
If the sky collapses, the world is destroyed.
It's pitch black, and nothing can be seen.
That feeling is truly terrifying, truly frightening.
"A child's confidence and self-esteem largely stem from their parents."
"Hugs, little sister, don't cry, don't cry... (づ｡◕_◕｡)づ"
...
In the living room—
After a moment of silence, the woman's choked voice slowly sounded:
"...Do I not want to manage both home and work? Do I not want to accompany my daughter?
In this day and age, where can you find a job that pays well and is also comfortable?
If you want to make money, don't you have to work hard?"
The man snorted, "Then you should resign and come back, we don't lack your share of the food."
"Impossible!"
The woman said decisively, "Liao Chenghong, I will not come back to be a full-time mom again!"
This immediate, decisive answer that nipped all possibilities in the bud,
Enraged the man again.
"Don't you just want to go drinking with those men?! Aren't you being cheap!"
"Liao Chenghong! Can you speak some sense? Is this about a meal?"
The woman wanted to explain:
"Besides, a few years ago when Kexin was just born, wasn't I a full-time stay-at-home mom?
My social skills and personal abilities were basically all gone!
Now that I've finally found a job that I can do well and that also earns money, I..."
*Slap!*
The woman's words were interrupted by a loud slap.
The living room fell silent for a moment.
The woman said with surprise and uncertainty, "Liao Chenghong... you actually hit me?"
"You must resign tomorrow!" the man said.
"Liao Chenghong, you bastard!"
The woman shouted, turned around, and walked towards the master bedroom.
Then, the man's footsteps followed.
"What do you want to do?"
"..."
Muffled sounds of argument came from the master bedroom.
After an unknown amount of time,
*Thud!*
The sound of something heavy hitting the floor rang out.
...
*Swish—*
*Swish—*
Liao Chenghong reappeared in the living room, dragging something heavy in his hand.
Step by step, he walked past the side bedroom door.
Heading towards the kitchen.
Bloodstains trailed on the floor.
Behind the door, Liao Kexin's eyes widened, her hands covering her mouth.
From weeping uncontrollably and not daring to make a sound at the beginning.
To now, she didn't even have tears.
She watched the curly hair her father held in his hand, the body that was slowly being moved past the door—
The bleeding head, the disheveled shirt,
The legs wrapped in jeans, the foot with only one slipper on…
That, that was her mother.
Mom.
Mom.
Liao Kexin's body trembled involuntarily, so cold…
She felt as if she had been thrown into a freezer.
Trembling uncontrollably.
*Clang clang clang—*
*Bang!*
The sound of sharpening knives and chopping meat came from the kitchen.
Blood splattered onto the kitchen door.
The large black shadow reflected on the door seemed like a giant monster.
Bit by bit, it was devouring fresh flesh and blood.
...
"!!!!"
"It's actually like this! I guessed it right!"
"Oh my god! I won't be able to sleep tonight!"
In the live stream room,
The viewers watched all of this in horror, their scalps about to explode.
The scene was too real.
Even movies would at least pay attention to ketchup and chicken blood…
But what was happening before their eyes seemed as if it had truly happened in reality.
This ghost realm was too terrifying!
"This, this... I misspoke just now, this is nothing like my childhood."
"Parents arguing, and it escalates to this point, how terrifying."
"Help! The child is scared!"
...
*Splash—*
*Splash—*
Just as the viewers were busy hiding under their blankets, the live stream screen suddenly began to shake.
The entire house started to vibrate.
The ceiling, the walls, the furniture…
Everything was distorted into wavy lines.
*Crack!*
The living room light fell to the ground.
The windows shattered one after another.
This world seemed to have ushered in its doomsday.
"Shall we leave here?"
A clear, cold voice suddenly sounded.
Jiang Lin stood behind Liao Kexin and patted her head.
He knew that the scene before him might be the truth that Liao Kexin's escaped soul and spirit feared and hid.
It was also the process of her mental world collapsing.
Now, perhaps because Liao Chenghong was arrested.
All of this had been exposed.
—She was no longer hiding under the bed, and the door was no longer tightly shut.
...