Qiao Yan shrank her neck and reached out to grab the white missing person notice. Printed on the top was the content of looking for her beloved daughter Lu Ziyi, describing in detail what kind of clothes she was wearing that day, where she disappeared, and her contact number.

Qiao Yan looked up and walked out of the alley. Outside, the main road was covered with identical missing person notices on the doors of closed shops on both sides, and even...

Qiao Yan moved her feet away. The ground was also covered with missing person notices, and the dense white filled half the world.

The wind did not stop. It picked up the missing person notices and let them flutter in the air, just like the paper money Qiao Yan had seen before.

But Qiao Yan knew that it was not paper money representing death and memorial. What was floating between heaven and earth were the hearts of this couple who were burned by the flames and cut into pieces by suffering.

She walked all the way to the gate of the community and looked inside. There was no missing person notice in the community.

Qiao Yan walked inside and climbed up to the fourth floor step by step. The door of every room was closed.

Da da da,

There is the sound of little leather shoes running downstairs!

Qiao Yan looked over and saw that it was her, the child from the missing person notice! At this moment, she was running out of the community gate!

Outside the gate of the residential complex... Qiao Yan saw a blurry figure standing in the shadows. He half-bent over, his hand outstretched, seemingly holding something. The little girl happily took it, and then he held her hand.

"Don't follow him!" Qiao Yan grabbed the railing and shouted, but the girl couldn't hear her. So she turned around and ran downstairs, turning into a shadow and flying out of the building.

Although she was fast enough, she still couldn't catch up, and the girl disappeared.

"My...child." A woman's wailing was heard all around. Qiao Yan turned around and saw a hanging person appearing in front of the door of Room 403 on the fourth floor.

She slowly turned until her toes pointed outward, the wind blowing her black hair, revealing her gaunt face, as thin as a withered skeleton. Tears of blood welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks: "Ziyi, my child."

The world seemed to be turned upside down, Qiao Yan felt dizzy, and the next moment, she appeared in front of a round dining table.