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◎I feel like a ghost◎
The little girl's face looked particularly pale in front of the camera, her eyes were wide open, and her face had an ignorant and confused expression.
Her background is an ordinary room with a small desk and a bed, but everything is clean. There are no books or quilts. The girl looks like a student.
"Hello, host. My name is Lin Xiaoyu."
Her voice was thin and she spoke shyly.
So why do you say you are a ghost?
[The little girl looks unhappy]
【We can all see it, so it can't be a ghost, right?】
[I didn't see any negative energy either. Could it be that the little girl was isolated?]
"I think there might be something wrong with me."
Lin Xiaoyu licked her dry lips, her eyes wandering for a moment, her voice a little uncertain: "It's just strange, my parents can't seem to see me."
She paused, as if forming her words, and when she spoke her voice was even lower.
"I called them, but they didn't respond. During dinner, there was no bowl or chopsticks for me on the table. I sat next to them, but they acted as if I didn't exist. And my younger brother, who used to always snatch things from me, now took my pen and my book. I just watched, but he didn't notice at all. They also threw away all my homework and books."
【???】
[Family conflict? Cold war?]
[I immediately heard that they favored boys over girls. I was so angry! ]
[It sounds a bit weird]
Lin Xiaoyu didn't read the comments. She was immersed in her own confusion, her brows furrowed tightly. "This isn't the weirdest thing."
"For the past few days, I haven't felt hungry or thirsty. I tried to grab an apple from the table, but it felt like my hand could pass through it. Everything I touched felt light and airy, like it was covered by a layer of mist. And..."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and gestured towards the camera. Her hand was so pale that it looked bloodless.
With fear on her face, she continued, "I looked in the mirror and I felt like I was a little transparent? Blurry and not very clear. Sister, do you think I'm dead? Am I a ghost?"
She repeated her initial doubts, this time with a noticeable tremor in her voice.
Is it because of too much stress that I am hallucinating?
[Children, please don't joke around.]
[Little girl, are you serious?]
Jiang Chuxu didn't answer immediately. Her eyes fell on Lin Xiaoyu, or rather, on the yin energy that was wrapped around Lin Xiaoyu.
It couldn’t be seen through the live broadcast room, but Jiang Chuxu could see it clearly.
"Yes," Jiang Chuxu said, her voice flat, and she directly confirmed Lin Xiaoyu's doubt, "You have become a ghost."
【???】
【No, huh?】
Lin Xiaoyu's expression went blank for a moment. She subconsciously looked down at the hand she had just gestured with, then touched her face, as if she was seeing herself clearly for the first time.
"Am I really dead? But I don't know how I died. I feel like I just slept for a while, and then I felt a little different."
She raised her head, her eyes full of helplessness. She tried hard to recall, and her head hurt a little.
"I remember I had to go to school. I remember my parents and my brother, but it seems like I haven't been to school for a long time. The teacher didn't look for me, and my parents didn't seem to pay much attention to me. Maybe they were just angry with me and ignored me."
Jiang Chuxu confirmed again: "You are already dead. Your family doesn't see you because they can't see you. Your teacher doesn't look for you because you are no longer in their world."
Instead of comforting people, it is better to point out the facts directly. Jiang Chuxu does not want to give people hope, but in the end he ruthlessly destroys it.
Lin Xiaoyu stared at the screen blankly, tears welling up without warning, but those tears did not actually fall, but just gathered in her eye sockets and dissipated, as if absorbed by something.
This weird scene caused a wave of heartache in the comments.
"How could I die?" Lin Xiaoyu's voice was filled with tears. "I clearly remember that I had to take the final exam. I also made an appointment with my classmates to go out for fun during the summer vacation."
The more she spoke, the more confused she became. Just as she had just said, she was completely unaware that she was dead, and even her memory of death was vague.
Jiang Chuxu didn't say anything, but just held the necklace tightly.
Amidst the chaos, memories of despair appeared before her eyes.
A narrow room with yellowed walls, blurry view outside the window, and the sky is always gray.
There was a man speaking, his voice was sharp and tired, and he was always complaining, such as "a money-loser", "all you know is eating", "look at your brother".
A vague figure of a woman also appeared. She was silent beside him and did not respond to the man's words. However, the man would turn around and scold him: "Look, what's the point of giving birth to a money-losing thing?"
In the picture, there is a little boy with a smug expression, holding the math workbook that Lin Xiaoyu stayed up late to finish, with a huge sense of grievance and anger surging in his heart.
Lin Xiaoyu remembered that she rushed forward to get it back, but her brother grinned and threw the exercise book out of the open window, where it landed on the roof of a slightly lower building next door.
She rushed to the building next door. Fortunately, the door leading to the rooftop was not locked, so she reached the rooftop smoothly.
There were some broken wooden boards and abandoned flower pots piled on the rooftop. The wind was a bit strong. She saw her exercise book near the edge. She walked over carefully. The old guardrail only reached her waist.
She bent down and reached for the booklet.
When her fingertips were about to touch the railing, the slippery mud under her feet made her stumble. Her body instinctively leaned forward to maintain her balance, and her hand pressed on the guardrail that seemed to be still intact.
But the guardrail suddenly made a slight "creaking" sound, and then she felt her hand go empty, and the guardrail flipped outward and fell off without warning.
She didn't even have time to scream, and her whole body instantly lost its support along with the broken guardrail.
She fell suddenly downwards, her vision filled with the rapidly passing mottled walls and the ground getting closer and closer.
Jiang Chuxu withdrew his fingers that were touching the necklace, and the suffocating feeling of falling seemed to still linger in his heart.
She looked at the screen, where Lin Xiaoyu was blankly crying, and her voice softened a bit, "You climbed up to the rooftop to pick up your exercise book, slipped, and the guardrail suddenly broke."
Lin Xiaoyu repeated blankly: "The guardrail is broken?"
Jiang Chuxu nodded and said, "Yes, you fell down and died on the spot."
[Oh my god… is it really a ghost?!]
[So the family couldn’t see it because the little girl really died]
Lin Xiaoyu was stunned, tears streaming silently.
After several seconds, she seemed to finally understand what he meant. Her voice was erratic, "So that's how he died. No wonder I always felt a little chilly and couldn't touch anything."
She looked down at her translucent hands and smiled a smile uglier than crying: "Should I leave then? To be reincarnated?"
"No rush."
Jiang Chuxu interrupted her and glanced at the door of the shabby room behind her.
"You died in an unclear manner, your family turned a blind eye to you, are you willing to leave like this?"
Lin Xiaoyu shuddered, subconsciously shook her head, then quickly nodded when she came to her senses, appearing very confused: "I don't know, maybe they're just too sad? Or maybe they're angry with me?"
She felt a little guilty when she said this.
Jiang Chuxu didn't say anything, but just looked at Lin Xiaoyu steadily. If it were in the past, she would definitely not let the victim come into contact with the source of harm again.
But this time it was different. Lin Xiaoyu was obviously heavily dependent on this family. She was too self-deprecating and believed the words of those who hurt her.
She truly believed that she was useless at home and her only role was to help her brother.
"Or let's see how sad they are."
Lin Xiaoyu was silent. She knew very well that she was just deceiving herself. She was always ignored at home. They would probably be happier without her. After all, she was just a "money-loser".
After a few seconds, Lin Xiaoyu didn't say anything, but she stood up and slowly moved to the door. She opened the door, and the sounds outside came in instantly. The scene outside was also seen by all the viewers through live broadcast.
Lin Xiaoyu's father, a middle-aged man with a fat body and a perpetually impatient look on his face, was sitting cross-legged on a peeling old sofa, watching a short video on his mobile phone. The volume of the speaker was very loud, and it was full of funny sound effects.
Her mother, a haggard-faced woman with a somewhat numb look in her eyes, was wiping the table silently.
Her younger brother, the boy who threw away Lin Xiaoyu's exercise book, was about eight or nine years old. He was occupying the only small coffee table in the living room. A pile of snacks was spread out on it. He was eating with a loud crunching sound and throwing the packaging bags on the ground.
In the entire living room, there was not a single trace of the existence of Lin Xiaoyu, the daughter.
There were no photos of her, no schoolbag, and even the small plastic stool she usually sat on was occupied by her brother's toy car.
[Damn, is this family really just pretending they never had this daughter?]
[The table is clean, but my heart is dirty as hell]
This family is disgusting!
【Those who favor sons over daughters deserve to die】
Lin Xiaoyu's face turned even paler as she looked at the three people having fun in the living room, and her body was trembling slightly.
Jiang Chuxu's voice came through the screen, sounding directly in the living room and in the live broadcast room.
"Mr. Lin, the lady wiping the table, and the fat kid eating snacks, look next to you."
Father Lin on the sofa was so frightened that he shuddered and the cell phone almost hit his face. Mother Lin stopped wiping the table and looked up blankly. The little fat brother also stopped talking and looked around with blinking eyes.
"Who? Who's talking?" Father Lin raised his voice, shouting in a timid manner, but his eyes scanned the empty living room in panic.
"Your eldest daughter, Lin Xiaoyu, is standing next to the coffee table." Jiang Chuxu's voice was calm.
Lin's father and mother's expressions changed instantly. Lin's father was confused and a little angry, while Lin's mother covered her mouth all of a sudden, her eyes filled with incredible fear.
The little fat brother tilted his head and looked curiously at the position of Lin Xiaoyu's shadow: "Sister?"
"Shut up!" Lin's father scolded his son.
He turned around and yelled at the air, "You're playing tricks! My daughter was careless! What does this have to do with us?"
He subconsciously denied it, but his voice was a little trembling.
Lin Xiaoyu's shadow floated forward a little, and her voice was filled with tears: "Dad, Mom, brother, my exercise book..."
The voice seemed to be floating. Lin Xiaoyu's voice was obviously timid, but it sounded so scary to the ears of Lin's father and mother.
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