The Child, Heading to the Film City

When I reached the intersection, I saw a child crouching in the middle of the road, covered in blood and brain matter.

He was crouched there on the ground, his head twisted and deformed.

One eyeball had already fallen halfway out of its socket.

His head had even split open from his forehead to the back of his skull.

Brain matter and blood hung from the back of his head.

The child was using his fingers to smear his own blood and brain matter across the ground, drawing a picture.

The picture showed a family of three.

A father, a mother, and a child between them, holding their hands.

But there was also a car drawn in blood, driving straight toward them.

This must have been the scene and memory from before his death!

At the same time, the child ghost occasionally let out soft, sobbing "woo woo woo" sounds...

Judging by his clothes and build, he was the child who had been run over and killed on the sidewalk by that rich second-generation drunk driver this afternoon.

His parents were probably already in the hospital, and his body had only just been taken away. Since he had died here an unnatural death...

His soul was temporarily unable to leave, so it remained where it was.

Another unfortunate ghost.

The ghost child noticed me approaching as well. He slowly raised his head, and his appearance was rather terrifying.

Even I could not help but suck in a cold breath.

But I kept my emotions steady.

At that moment, our eyes met. Then the child stood up.

He looked at me and the female ghost Wu Zhizhi behind me, staring blankly at us with lifeless eyes.

"Big brother, big sister, have you seen my daddy and mommy?

Did they get lost?