The inspirational girl who received concern from netizens has returned home.

She closed and locked the door.

He casually called out into the house.

"Mama? Daddy?"

I'm here.

"Playing hide-and-seek again?"

"You guys are so naughty!"

The inspirational girl smiled and used her teeth to loosen the hairband on her wrist, then slowly and methodically wrapped it around her naturally curly, explosive hair.

He clenched his fist.

Walk deeper into the dark room.

As I passed by a window with a broken corner.

The inspirational girl slowly drew the curtains.

If someone were to pass by outside, they might just catch a glimpse of her wide, almost manic smile.

soon.

Screams came from the basement.

The inspirational woman stood with her back to the light on the stairs, coldly watching a couple fall from their wheelchairs.

The back of her hand was cut by broken glass.

If you look closely, you can see that her wound is not entirely filled with flesh and blood, but also with some cotton-like filling material.

"Drip, drip," is the crisp sound of blood sliding down the fingertips to the ground.

The determined girl, seemingly oblivious to the pain, bent slightly and grinned at her parents.

She said, "Mama, Daddy, it's me."

The couple looked terrified.

They huddled together, trembling as they looked at their own daughter, a stranger to them and filled with fear.

It's as if it's saying, "It's you who's scary!"

The inspirational girl waved her hand.

Shake off the blood that is still flowing.

The next second, a strong fragrance of roses filled the couple's mouths and noses.

The determined young woman effortlessly dealt with her parents, who were about to draw their knives at her, and slowly walked over.

He gave the couple a cold look.

As she bent her fingers toward their necks.

It was as if another string in her mind had been touched, forcing her to bend down and kneel on the ground, forcing her to abandon the idea of ​​completely eliminating the disaster.

The determined girl, though defeated, was still proud. Looking at her hands, she said, "Dear Lucia, you can stop it once or twice, but can you stop it three or four times?"

She closed her eyes, following her own thoughts.

She lay down between the couple.

Ignoring their previous madness and the place they were lying, they looked like a harmonious family of three enjoying an afternoon nap.

And this.

That's what's strange.