"Sigh."

Old Dong, the security guard in the residential complex's guardhouse, yawned.

He usually worked the night shift, something he was long used to.

But his son's new apartment was being renovated recently, and with his son and daughter-in-law busy at work, he naturally had to keep an eye on things during the day. This undoubtedly cut into his rest time, making him truly sleepy during his night shift.

However, he couldn't actually fall asleep. The security cameras were all on, and if his superiors found out he was sleeping on the job, he would likely lose it.

Forcing his eyelids open,

Old Dong stroked his chin

and saw a little girl walking in through the gate.

When the little girl reached the security door, it opened automatically.

The security door required residents to swipe a card to enter. If outsiders wanted to come in, they needed to register with Old Dong, who would then open the door.

Old Dong was surprised.

He didn't see the little girl take out a card from her pocket to swipe at the security door's sensor.

How did the door open by itself?

Old Dong shifted slightly and looked over there.

He thought

that he must have just been seeing things, since he was so tired.

Suddenly,

a chilling aura swept over him.

Old Dong shivered involuntarily.

So cold, really so cold.

How could it not be cold?

You see,

behind that little girl were hundreds of vengeful ghosts following her. It was as if a hundred or so vengeful ghosts were walking past Old Dong in a line.

As he was getting older, his body was naturally a little weaker. In addition, Old Dong hadn't been getting enough sleep these days, making him even more listless. He naturally couldn't withstand the passage of so many yin spirits.

After a long while,

the cold feeling finally disappeared.

Old Dong quickly picked up his mug of tea with goji berries

and took several large gulps.

"Am I catching a cold?"

Reaching out to touch his forehead,

Old Dong began to worry about his health.

As for the little girl from before, he had already forgotten about her.

"Tap... tap... tap..."

It was the sound of sandals rubbing against the ground.

Zhu Shengnan walked to a building,

raised her head slightly,

and fixed her gaze on the third floor.

The hundreds of vengeful ghost girls, invisible to ordinary people, also raised their heads and looked over there. It was truly

perfectly aligned.

"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof woof woof!"

The ground floor of the apartment building was a garage. Someone must have kept their pet dog in the garage.

At this moment, a golden retriever locked in a cage behind the garage door began to bark.

It was usually docile and rarely barked. Its owners had once thought their dog was mute.

But today,

it was barking frantically.

Besides looking down on people, a dog's eyes

could also see things that ordinary people couldn't.

"Good doggie, don't bark, okay?"

Zhu Shengnan looked at the garage door in front of her and said softly.

She was a little girl and liked dogs very much.

The hundreds of vengeful ghost girls around her all looked over.

In an instant,

the golden retriever, which had been barking madly just moments before, suddenly prostrated itself on the ground.

Blood seeped out from its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Slowly,

its body became still.

The world was silent.

"So good."

Zhu Shengnan raised her head again and looked upstairs.

At the same time,

one of the vengeful ghost girls slowly walked out from the group.

"Go, sister."

Zhu Shengnan said.

She didn't call the vengeful ghost by name because, among all the girls here, other than her, none of them had names.

Who would give a name to a girl who hadn't even been born and whose parents had decided to abort her while she was still in the womb?

"Go up and ask, ask why."

The vengeful ghost girl silently walked into the stairwell. Her figure disappeared into the darkness.

The others

continued to stand beside Zhu Shengnan, gazing up at the building.

They had come here today

to ask about some things,

some things that

were easy for outsiders to understand

but that they themselves couldn't comprehend.

...

"Ugh, I'm exhausted."

The woman, who had just finished cleaning the house, took off her shoes and lay down on the sofa.

She glanced at her son, who was squatting there playing with his toys, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and prepared to doze off for a bit.

Her husband was on the night shift today and wouldn't be back until dawn.

Since giving birth to her son, her health had deteriorated, making it inconvenient for her to go out to work. She could only stay home and take care of the child.

The family, which used to have two incomes, now had three mouths to feed, and the husband was the only one earning money. Naturally, he was under a lot of pressure.

Especially since her son was so difficult and naughty.

Sometimes, the woman would think that if she hadn't aborted her daughter back then, the older sister could be helping her take care of her younger brother now, right?

And she

would be able to relax a little, wouldn't she?

But who knew? The second-child policy was opened up just like that.

The woman changed her lying position and slowly closed her eyes. She was tired. Just doing a little housework made her breathless, and her back ached. She could only doze off for a while to rest.

The little boy continued to squat on the carpet, playing with the toys in front of him.

Suddenly,

the little boy blankly raised his head and looked toward the door.

He seemed to see someone standing in the doorway, but he couldn't quite make out who it was.

The eyes of infants can still see some special things, but after they grow a little older, they won't be able to see them anymore.

Perhaps it's because they've eaten too many grains and been tainted by the mundane world, that their eyes no longer possess the same purity they had at birth.

"Ooo ooo!"

The boy held his toy in his hand, calling out, as if inviting that person to come and play with him.

The girl slowly walked closer to him.

She saw the carefree boy playing with his toys.

This was

her younger brother, right?

The girl then looked toward the sofa,

where

her mother was lying.

Yes, it was her mother. She could feel it. After all, she was a "piece of flesh" that had fallen from her body.

The girl looked again at the little boy in front of her.

"Are you... happy?"

The girl slowly squatted down

and stared at her younger brother.

This was

her own brother.

The little boy continued to play with his building blocks, seemingly not paying much attention to the person standing beside him. In fact, after seeing her at first,

he slowly

couldn't see her anymore.

The boundary between yin and yang is truly too difficult to break through with the naked eyes of ordinary people.

"Why can you live so happily...

but I

can't?"

The girl frowned, talking to herself.

In her eyes, hatred was constantly gathering, like a torrent about to burst through a dam, ready to engulf everything!

It's not scarcity that one should worry about, but inequality.

When the girl stood here

and saw her younger brother living such a carefree and happy life in a warm home, cared for by his parents,

the hatred and injustice in her heart were immediately ignited.

Why?

Why?

The little boy put down the building blocks in his hand and secretly glanced at his mother on the sofa, as if to confirm whether she was asleep.

Seeing that his mother was already snoring softly,

the little boy immediately ran to the kitchen and opened the door above the refrigerator.

Inside, there was chilled cola.

He loved to drink cola, but his parents wouldn't allow him to drink too much, so he never got his fill.

While his mother was asleep,

he wanted to drink some secretly.

But he was too short.

He could barely open the refrigerator door

but couldn't reach it.

The refrigerator was placed against the kitchen counter,

so he first ran to the chair, climbed onto the chair, and then prepared to climb onto the counter. Then, he could stand on the counter and reach the cola.

Climbing onto the chair was already difficult, and when he climbed onto the counter, he didn't notice that a cutting board was placed on the counter in front of him, along with a knife that his mother had just used to cut vegetables.

The little boy's hands groped on the counter, trying to grab something to help him climb up. He tried very hard, but he was indeed too small.

Inadvertently, he touched the cutting board and subconsciously began to drag it down.

The cutting board, along with the knife on it, was sliding toward the little boy.

The girl stood in the kitchen doorway,

watching her younger brother's every move.

She saw the cutting board and the knife.

She could even

imagine the bloody scene of her younger brother being hit by the knife later.

For a moment,

a strong sense of pleasure actually arose in her heart.

Serves him right.

Serves him right.

Serves him right!

The little boy continued to grope.

Most of the cutting board had already extended beyond the counter.

Finally,

the cutting board fell down,

and the knife fell straight toward the little boy's face.

"Clang..."

The chair the little boy was standing on suddenly wobbled, and the little boy fell off the chair.

"Thud..."

The knife landed far away from the little boy, hitting the tile and making a loud noise.

The little boy didn't know that he had just walked through the gates of hell, nor did he know what kind of suffering he had almost experienced.

He wouldn't know that

the girl who had been standing in the kitchen doorway

suddenly appeared beside him at the moment the cutting board fell

and pushed him.

The girl looked at her hands in confusion.

She didn't know why she had done this.

She

clearly hated him.

If it weren't for wanting him,

her parents wouldn't have abandoned her.

So why

did she save him just now?

Why?

The woman, who was dozing on the sofa, heard the sharp sound of the knife falling and immediately opened her eyes, jumped up from the sofa, and rushed into the kitchen.

She saw the knife lying on the side and the son who had fallen to the ground.

She immediately rushed over, first checked to see if her son had any cuts on his body,

and then hugged her son tightly in her arms, filled with lingering fear.

"Why are you so naughty? Why are you so naughty? You scared me to death, you scared Mommy to death, do you know..."

"Mommy..."

The girl stood beside the woman,

watching the woman hug her younger brother.

Slowly,

she also squatted down

and placed her face against her mother's shoulder.

It was as if her mother, while hugging her younger brother, was also hugging her.

It was as if

she also lived in this house and was also a part of this family.

She closed her eyes in satisfaction.

She didn't see that

the black smoke on her body was slowly dissipating.

This time,

it was completely dissipating...