Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The old town of Binhai City, Xingfu Lane.

This is the place in the whole city that looks most like a scar.

There were no streetlights, only the cheap red light of flashing signs.

The air was filled with the smells of moldy paint, leftover swill, and the pungent odor of someone frying chili peppers.

basement.

Xu Qing curled up on the iron-framed bed, which was only 1.2 meters wide.

He was trembling all over.

cold.

It felt as if countless cold hands were trying to drag him back into that abyss filled with water.

It was as if a fire was burning in the cracks of his bones.

In my mind, the system's mechanical voice became intermittent, like a radio with a faulty connection.

[Warning... Host's vital signs are abnormal...]

[Body temperature 39.8 degrees Celsius... Mental threshold has fallen below the safe line...]

[Forced activation of "Past Events Rewind" mode... taking over pain receptors...]

Xu Qing couldn't hear clearly.

All he could see was red light.

It's a huge fire.

That was a fire from twenty years ago.

His father put him into the water vat and put the lid on.

He held his breath underwater, listening to the sound of the roof beams collapsing outside and the sizzling sound of flesh being burned.

That was the beginning of a nightmare.

Then, the scene changed.

The firelight disappeared, leaving behind a dark and damp storage room.

That's the backyard of the welfare home.

There was a large padlock on the door.

The smell of decay was nauseating.

"sister……"

Xu Qing's lips were dry and cracked, and his throat made a sound like a broken bellows.

"Open the door... I want to see you..."

No one answered from inside the door.

Only painful, suppressed groans could be heard.

There was also a girl yelling with a sob in her voice.

"Get out! You little mute, get out of here!"

"Don't come in...please...don't look at me..."

Xu Qing's hands were flailing wildly in the air.

He wanted to break the lock.

But his hands were as soft as noodles, and he couldn't grasp anything.

……

"Knock knock knock!"

The rusty iron gate was slammed shut from the outside with a deafening roar.

"Xu Qing! Open the door for me!"

"I know you're in there! You bastard, you've gone missing again, haven't you?"

Outside.

Luo Qianyu stood panting in the corridor.

If paparazzi were to capture her current appearance, it would definitely cause a sensation online once again.

She was wearing a large yellow delivery uniform, a huge helmet, and a face mask.

This was the "equipment" she bought at a high price from a food delivery guy on the roadside, specifically to avoid the hundreds of reporters outside Genting Highlands.

She paid three thousand yuan in cash, plus a Ferrari parked on the side of the road as collateral.

Luo Qianyu is very popular right now.

Last night, this guy clearly promised to make her ribs.

When I opened my eyes this morning, he was gone.

He left only a note: "Go back to the old house and get some things."

He carried it for a whole day.

He doesn't answer the phone or reply to WeChat messages.

Luo Qianyu's heart started pounding wildly again, much to her dismay.

That fear of "he doesn't want me anymore" grew wildly like weeds.

"Xu Qing! If you don't open the door, I'll kick it down!"

Luo Qianyu took a step back and lifted her foot.

Just then, the door to the next room opened.

An old man wearing a vest peeked out, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand.

"Little girl, stop knocking."

The old man glanced at Luo Qianyu's strange attire.

"That young man was acting strangely when he came back; he could barely walk, like he was drunk."

Luo Qianyu's heart skipped a beat.

Something's not right?

Xu Qing never drinks alcohol.

"Thank you, sir!"

Luo Qianyu didn't bother to explain; she pulled a wire from a hidden compartment in the delivery box.

This is a lock-picking technique she learned from the prop master on set when she was filming a spy movie.

It was originally meant to be used for showing off, but I never expected it to come in handy now.

He poked it a couple of times.

"Click".

The door lock is open.

A strong musty smell wafted over.

Luo Qianyu frowned and reached out to feel for the light switch on the wall.

The lights came on.

Under the pale light, Luo Qianyu immediately spotted Xu Qing on the bed.

He was curled up in a ball, covered with the thin, yellowed quilt.

Her face turned frighteningly red.

"Xu Qing!"

Luo Qianyu threw down her helmet and rushed over.

The moment his hand touched Xu Qing's forehead, he recoiled from the heat.

It's so hot!

The temperature must be at least forty degrees Celsius.

"How did it get burned like this..."

Luo Qianyu panicked.

She frantically tried to grab her phone to call an ambulance, only to find it stuck in the inside pocket of her delivery uniform.

Just then, Xu Qing suddenly moved.

He suddenly grabbed Luo Qianyu's wrist.

His strength is terrifying.

"Don't open the door..."

Xu Qing closed his eyes and mumbled incoherently.

"Sister...don't send me away..."

"I won't look... I'll just stand guard at the door..."

Luo Qianyu was stunned.

sister?

What sister?

She had known Xu Qing for three years and had never heard of him having an older sister.

He is an orphan, and everyone in the country knows that.

"Xu Qing, it's me, Xiaoyu."

Luo Qianyu leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

Xu Qing seemed not to hear.

His body was trembling, and his teeth were grinding together.

"It's rotten...it's all rotten..."

"It stinks..."

"Sister Hong wasn't lying to me...it really will rot..."

Luo Qianyu's body suddenly stiffened.

Luo Qianyu always thought that someone as smart as Xu Qing would not believe such a clumsy lie.

Until now.

She looked at the delirious Xu Qing and listened to the words he kept repeating.

"Sister...you're ruined too...Little Fish's ruined too..."

Why do they all abandon me...?

Luo Qianyu cried.

Tears streamed down the edge of the mask and into my neck.

She finally understood why Xu Qing believed her.

Because he had seen it before.

Deep in his memory, there must be someone very important to him who died just like that.

Luo Qianyu wanted to pick him up.

I reached my hand under the pillow to try and elevate myself a little.

My fingertips touched a hard piece of paper.

Luo Qianyu pulled out the paper.

It was a piece of paper torn from a workbook.

The paper has turned yellow and become brittle, and the edges are frayed.

It had clearly been touched countless times.

There was a line of words written crookedly in pencil on it.

The handwriting was very messy, as if he had used up all his last bit of strength.

Don't let the little mute see me.

Luo Qianyu's hand holding the note was trembling violently.

The little mute.

This is Xu Qing's nickname.

I heard him say before that when he was in the orphanage, there was a period of time when he didn't speak, and everyone called him Little Mute.

"So that's how it is..."

Luo Qianyu covered her mouth and cried uncontrollably.

"So this is the truth..."

No wonder he believed it.

No wonder he was so desperate.

Because the way Sister Hong fabricated the death method precisely hit the deepest, most painful scar in his heart.

The person called "sister" must have done this to protect him from seeing the horrific state of her before her death.

The description of Sister Hong's death overlaps with that of the demon.

She told Xu Qing how Xiaoyu died, and she didn't want him to see it.

This forms a perfect closed loop.

It completely destroyed all of Xu Qing's rationality and judgment.

"Xu Qing..."

Luo Qianyu carefully placed the yellowed note back under her pillow.

This is his fate.

It was also his calamity.

She took off her bulky delivery uniform and kicked off her shoes.

Even if the bed is dirty and torn, and the sheets have mold stains that can't be washed off.

She still crawled into bed without hesitation.

She held the burning hot Xu Qing tightly in her arms.

It's like holding a piece of jade that might break at any moment.

"It's alright now."

"I'm here."

Luo Qianyu pressed her face against Xu Qing's forehead, using her body heat to soothe him.

Perhaps it was because it felt the chill around it.

Xu Qing's struggles gradually subsided.

He struggled to open his eyes.

His eyes were unfocused, filled with murky water vapor.

He saw the person in front of him.

But he couldn't see the face clearly.

In his view, the figure in front of him overlapped with the older sister hiding behind the door in his memory, and the legendary little fish with festering sores all over its body.

"Don't come any closer..."