[Comprehensive fear] This shitty world

This place is a small town in the countryside. Rococo got up early and took a long-distance bus to that town.

The weather was cold, and the cold wind was blowing, her fair and tender face was flushed red from the cold, Rococo tightened her clothes, and she saw Malcolm standing under the tree from a distance, he was wearing a black suit, Wearing a dark gray cashmere coat, the whole person looks very clean and tidy.

Rococo walked up to Malcolm and looked up at him, wondering if it was her illusion, Rococo felt that a mark on Malcolm's waist was obviously deeper.

"Dr. Malcolm, sorry to keep you waiting."

Luo Keke said apologetically that she had already taken the first bus, but she didn't expect Malcolm to arrive earlier than her.

Malcolm looked down at Rococo, with a gentle smile on his face: "It's nothing."

With an apologetic face, Rococo stretched out his hand slightly flatteringly, and took Malcolm's big hand that was exposed outside his clothes.

It was cold at the starting point, Rococo was slightly taken aback, and quickly glanced at Malcolm.

"What?" Malcolm lowered his head and asked.

Rococo's eyes flickered slightly, and she retracted her hand as if nothing had happened. She seemed to have discovered something special.

"It's nothing."

The two walked into the venue side by side.

At this time, many people had gathered in the family's house to attend the funeral, and Malcolm protected Rococo to prevent her from being squeezed by the crowd.

After entering the house, the hostess and hostess were greeting the people who came to express their condolences. Seeing the two coming in, the host came over. He lowered his head and asked about Rococo politely as if he hadn’t seen Malcolm.

Luo Keke had already prepared for this. She said that she was An Qi's friend, and when she heard that she had passed away, she came here to express her condolences.

The male host showed a strong sadness on his face, and said in a low voice: "You have a heart."

"Uncle, can I go to Angie's room and have a look?" Rococo took the opportunity to make a request, and Malcolm looked at Rococo in surprise. How could he make such an unreasonable request?

The host hesitated for a moment, but agreed to her request and took her to the room on the second floor.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard the voice of the hostess shouting from downstairs. The hostess explained Rococo, then turned and went downstairs.

Rococo agreed, and when the master went downstairs, she turned around, opened the door and walked into the room. She rummaged around in the room, as if she was looking for something. Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out from under the bed and grabbed the door. caught her ankle.

Luo Keke took a deep breath and calmed her beating heart. She slowly bent down and saw a pale girl under the bed pushing out a locked box.

She looked at her, her big eyes filled with pleading.

Rococo looked straight at her, nodded solemnly, and the girl disappeared immediately.

Rococo stood up, carried the box and walked out the door.

"This is..." Malcolm looked at Rococo in shock, how did she know there was such a thing here?

Rococo took out an exquisite key from his pocket with a blank expression, and inserted the key into the lock, only to hear a light click, the box opened in response, and a box of black video tapes appeared in front of the two of them.

Rococo held the video tape tightly in her hand. She looked up at Malcolm and said slowly: "Anqi's parents said that Angie died because of illness."

"Everyone thinks that's the case, but it's not like that at all. After An Qi died, her soul found me, and she told me that she was killed by her mother, and she gave me a hand Key, and told the date of the funeral, she asked me to help her."

"Just now, An Qi handed this box to me."

"Malcon, tell me, if all this is my imagination as you said, then please tell me, how would I know that today would be Angie's funeral? I didn't even know her before, if I can't see Angie's ghost, so how do I know where this video is? How do I have the key to this box?"

Malcolm showed a shocked expression on his face. He thought of the unsuitable place of the hostess when he entered the room. His daughter passed away, but she didn't feel sad at all. She was wearing a bright red dress that was incompatible with the funeral venue. Among the guests who came and went, it seemed that this was not her daughter's funeral, but a luxurious party.

If all this is true, then...

Thinking of the depressed and manic teenager back then, Malcolm fell into great remorse.

...what the boy said was true.

In this world, there really are ghosts.

Holding the box containing the video tape, Rococo walked out of the room and came to the host who was sitting alone in the corner of the living room with a sad face.

"Uncle, this is what An Qi told me and wants to give you. I hope you can take a look."

The male host took the box suspiciously, and slowly opened it, only to see that there was only one video tape in the box.Thinking that this was his daughter's relic, the male owner could no longer suppress the sadness on his face. He took out the video tape and put it in the VCR in the living room.

On the other side, the hostess gracefully circled the guests, with a sad look on her face, listening to the comforting voices of the guests, but her eyes showed joy that was incompatible with the atmosphere.

The grief-stricken father watched the scene on TV with a half-crying and half-smiling expression on his face.

In the picture is An Qi's innocent smiling face. She is sitting on the bed, entertaining herself through the puppet show, with giggling laughter from time to time.

The hostess covered his mouth and couldn't help crying anymore.

As the screen continued to play, An Qi's immature voice was heard in the living room, and the surrounding guests couldn't help but turn their eyes red.

In the video, the door of the room was knocked, and An Qi tidied up the puppets in a little panic, and sat down on the bed obediently. The door opened and her mother came in with food. The machine clearly recorded the brutal crime of the mother.

Bringing the lunch in front of An Qi, the mother smiled softly: "An Qi, it's time for lunch."

"Mom, can I go out to play today?" An Qi looked up at her mother longingly.

"No, An Qi." Although the mother smiled, her tone was a bit cold.

"Oh." The light on An Qi's face dimmed, and she slowly picked up the food on the plate: "Mom, this meal is not good, can I eat less?"

"No, An Qi, good boy, you have to finish eating all of these." The mother leaned over and kissed An Qi's forehead, resolutely.

"Okay, Mom." Angie replied obediently, and ate the extra lunch.

The screen flickered and returned to a snowflake.

After the video was played, An Qi's father and the people around were all shocked.

The male host wiped away the tears from his face, and with an angry expression on his face, he walked towards the woman surrounded by guests with heavy steps.

"Let's go."

Rococo said softly, the world of adults is so dirty, but why would they hurt such a pure child.

In the courtyard, An Qi's younger sister, Anna, was sitting alone on the swing, staring blankly at the people in the room. She was too young to know what happened. When she saw Rococo approaching, Anna looked up with a crisp look Shengdi asked: "Little brother, do you know where my sister has gone?"

Rococo had a sore nose and almost cried. She rubbed her eyes and put a delicate doll into Anna's hands.

"Anna, your sister asked me to give it to you. She said that she will always love you."

Young Anna, she did not understand the meaning of death at all.

The dead An Qi found out what her mother had done, and when her mother once again extended her sinful hands to her young sister, she finally stood up bravely, found Rococo, and begged her to help her protect her sister.

Now, the truth has been revealed to the world, Anna will never be harmed, her wish is over, and she no longer has any obsession with this world.

Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, what is gone will never come back.

The ear-piercing siren sounded from far to near, several police cars parked outside the yard, and the stern and serious policemen arrested the hostess with a numb face.

everything is over.

The two walked on the street in silence, the autumn wind was rustling, and the withered and yellow leaves curled down from the trees, creating a bleak and solemn scene.

Luo Keke tightened his clothes, but still felt cold, as if the air-conditioning came from the bottom of his heart.

"Malcon, can you tell me why Angie's mother did that?"

Luo Keke didn't understand, it was her daughter, and An Qi believed in her so much, how could she go out of her way to hurt her?When dreaming back at midnight, wouldn't she feel guilty for the sins she committed?

Mike was stunned for a while, and then he spoke slowly: "Münchausen syndrome by proxy, MSbP for short, this mental illness refers to a person who hurts others, mainly his own children, to attract the attention or benefits of others."

"Her mother hurt her because she wanted to create an image of a gentle and kind mother who takes care of her sick daughter, so as to attract others' attention and gain psychological satisfaction. She enjoys the feeling of being paid attention to. If Angel is a healthy Child, who will pay attention to her and comfort her?"

Luo Keke was a little shocked. She had grown up in the Celestial Dynasty for more than [-] years, and she had never heard of such a disease. It seemed that she was really ignorant.

Malcolm sighed with some sympathy: "Such cases are actually not uncommon. If An Qi's mother had noticed early, how could she let her daughter bear the sins she planted? What a child."

Rococo held Malcolm's hand as if comforting, it was bitingly cold, and the chill permeated her palm.

Rococo withdrew her hand silently, with a clear expression on her face, she looked up at Malcolm with a slightly sad expression on her face, and said, "Marcolon, now, you still think those are all my imaginations Is it?"

Malcolm smiled bitterly: "Of course, Cole, there are some things you haven't seen with your own eyes, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. You taught me."

Rococo showed a bright smile, and she said: "Through this incident, I understand a truth."

"The greater the responsibility, the greater the ability. The ability that God gave me is to help those who are confused, to reveal the truth that is covered up, and to tell those who have missed the love that they did not say. "

The boy's small body seemed to be shining brightly in this one, and he had a bright smile on his face, like the sunshine in spring, brushing away the haze in the heart.

The outstretched hands messed up the boy's short blond hair, and Malcolm showed a slight smile on his face: "So, dear Cole, what are you going to do?"

"What about you? Dr. Malcolm, don't you have anything to tell me?"

The big hand resting on her head stopped abruptly, and the tired and lonely expression returned to Malcolm's face again. He seemed to be suppressing something, and he spoke only after a long time.

"...If possible, I want to go back to a year ago and tell that former boy that I believe in him."

"I want to tell my wife that I love her and will always love her."

Having never experienced what he experienced, Rococo didn't know what he was carrying, and he didn't know how to comfort him.

Some things, unless the person concerned thinks it through clearly, otherwise, the power of words is so pale, how can it be possible to release the heavy shackles in the heart of a person in a few words?