The Holiness That Should Not Be Holy (4K)

"Sharon! Sharon!"

The purple figure ahead made Rose cry out as she chased after it without hesitation.

At that moment, she was like a mother cat whose kitten had been stolen away.

Deep down, Rose had already begun to doubt whether the little girl who kept appearing was truly her daughter. If Sharon had heard her calling, she could not possibly have deliberately hidden from her.

But the last shred of hope in her heart still drove her onward. She could not give up!

Officer Cybil loaded her last two bullets, gripped her gun with both hands, and signaled to Wu Heng.

The two followed after Rose.

"Sharon, don't be afraid. Mommy's here."

Creak!

Rose pushed open the wooden restroom door. Inside was a row of partitioned stalls.

Of the six stalls, only the fourth one from the right showed signs of dust having fallen from its door.

"Waaah..."

The faint sound of a little girl crying came from within. Clearly, the stall before them was only about a cubic meter in size.

Yet the crying sounded as though it came from somewhere far beyond the door, as if it existed in some unknown space.

Cybil raised her gun at the stall door, on guard. Rose, meanwhile, nervously and slowly pushed the wooden door open. She feared that her daughter was inside, but she feared even more that she was not.

Because an unbearably foul stench of rot and ammonia seeped from behind the door. It did not smell like a living person at all.

She shone her flashlight inside as the wooden door gradually opened.

What they saw was a desiccated corpse, blackened with decay and covered in dust, its entire body bound by thorny wire.

On the wall behind the corpse, crooked childish English had been scratched out,