Chapter 251
Chapter 251
Brother Biao: “…”
He turned his head stiffly and saw Xiaoshuai and that little demon standing in the doorway.
“Brother Biao, come on. Let’s go livestream together!”
“Can I not go?”
Brother Biao spoke with tears in his voice.
“No. We’ll be short-handed if you don’t go. And don’t be scared; we said we’d protect you!”
“That’s right. I’ll protect you!” Liu Ye thumped his chest. He vaguely remembered that he was supposed to protect these three people.
Brother Biao and the other two: “…”
That wasn’t what you said when you fired a cannon at us!
“Do we have to go?” The three of them looked pitifully at Xiaoshuai.
“Of course not. I’m a very democratic person. Look, I have a gun here with three bullets left. Each of you can take one shot. Whoever survives won’t have to participate.”
Brother Biao and the other two: “…”
This isn’t a freaking revolver! If you fire three shots, all three of us will die!
“Or we could play a little game of pass-the-landmine.”
Xiaoshuai took a landmine from Liu Ye. Don’t ask why Liu Ye had a landmine. He wanted to know too.
“We’ll go!”
“Really? Don’t force yourselves. I didn’t pressure you. Like I said, I’m very democratic.”
Brother Biao and the other two: “…”
“We’re absolutely not forcing ourselves!”
They had no way to resist, so all three could only go along.
Xiaoshuai then asked Director Zhao if there was anywhere fun to visit.
“How about painting?”
“Painting! I want to paint!” Liu Ye shouted excitedly at once.
“All right, then. Let’s go paint!”
Seeing them agree, Director Zhao was secretly delighted. He planned to take them to the hospital’s art studio. He knew a Fiend inhabited that room and wanted to use it to kill Liu Ye and the others.
What he did not know was that, just as they reached the studio door, a sharp pain suddenly stabbed through Liu Sibo’s eyes. The studio transformed before his gaze. Within his field of vision, the entire room radiated an eerie black aura.
It seemed ready to swallow them whole. He desperately wanted to warn Xiaoshuai and the others not to enter, yet a voice in his heart told him he had to go in: that if he did, he would gain even more.
In the end, he said nothing and followed everyone inside.
Among the many kinds of psychiatric patients were those with conditions such as autism. Young children in particular often found it difficult to express their feelings directly, so hospitals frequently used drawing to let patients put their thoughts on paper and then analyzed the contents.
Xiaoshuai thought painting sounded pretty good. After all, surely Liu Ye couldn’t blow anything up by painting, right?
They entered the room. It looked no different from an ordinary art studio, except for several pictures hanging on the walls.
“These were all drawn by patients.” Director Zhao lowered his head, doing his best not to look at the pictures.
Xiaoshuai noticed the man’s odd behavior at once and immediately lowered his own head. The others did not react nearly as quickly.
The moment Brother Biao entered, he saw a picture on the opposite wall. Its contents made him deeply uncomfortable.
Four little figures had been drawn on it. Three stood together with huge smiles, while the fourth wept alone off to one side.
The next picture showed two larger figures discussing something.
The final picture was even more frightening: the two larger figures held a knife pointed at the crying one.
“Boo-hoo…”
Brother Biao suddenly heard someone crying. Then he saw a little girl weeping in front of him.
Her sobs made him feel even worse. It was as though he had become the little girl, the grief in his heart growing rapidly.
“Why? Why don’t they want me anymore?”
A little girl’s voice came out of Brother Biao’s mouth!
Immediately afterward, he realized that he had turned into a little girl. The surroundings became an unfamiliar room.
“My daughter! My precious girl!” It was a man’s voice.
“All right, stop swinging your daughter around the moment you get home. It took me ages to get her to sleep.” This was a woman’s voice.
“Mommy, I’m hungry!”
The little girl’s voice came from Brother Biao’s mouth again.
The woman in the room replied impatiently.
“There are leftovers in the kitchen. Find something to eat yourself.”
The little girl could only eat the cold leftovers. That night, her stomach hurt so badly she could not sleep, only for her to discover that her parents were gone. Her younger sister had developed a rash on her neck, so their parents had taken her to the hospital.
The little girl tried to find medicine herself, but she was too short to reach any.
“Mommy!”
Terrified, the little girl burst into tears. But not a single answer came from the silent room.
In the end, she forced herself to knock on a neighbor’s door, and only then was she taken to the hospital.
“The child has appendicitis. If you’d come any later, she would have died! What kind of parents are you?”
Her parents arrived afterward. Hearing the doctor’s rebuke, all she understood was that she had almost died.
“Honestly, why didn’t you know to heat up the food? When I was your age, I could already cook entire meals. You never give me a moment’s peace.”
No words of comfort came, only one complaint after another.
“Tingting, you’re going to be a big sister now. You need to be more independent and set an example for your younger sister.”
In Brother Biao’s livestream, some viewers could not help lashing out when they saw this.
“What kind of parents are they? Their daughter almost died, and that’s what they say?”
“Exactly. So the eldest child really is worthless to them, huh?”
“My mom was the same. She never taught me how to cook, but the moment she had a second child, she suddenly expected me to cook for myself. How was I supposed to know how? I tried once, messed it up, and she yelled at me. Isn’t that just making things impossible for me?”
Other comments flew across the screen.
“What choice do we parents have? We’ve been busy all day, then we still have to cook and do laundry. The second child has just been born and is more delicate, so of course they need extra care. It was only a little negligence. Why can’t you show some understanding?”
“Right. I’m an older sister too. I helped look after the children and did chores from the time I was little. I practically raised all my younger siblings. Why can’t you be like me?”
“I’m a father. I work all day, then come home and still have to worry about this and that. I’m human too. I don’t have endless energy!”
“Then if you don’t have the energy, why have another child?”
Another comment immediately appeared.
“Wasn’t it so the children would have a companion? Once we parents are gone, the siblings can support one another.”
“Support one another? You mean have one more person fighting over the inheritance?”
“There’s no need to put it so harshly. Times are different, and circumstances are different too.”
The internet had every opinion imaginable, while the little girl’s experiences continued.