In the dead of winter, a dark sky drifted with heavy snowflakes, blanketing the entire city of Rong in pristine white. On such a frigid and desolate night, people were almost all snuggled under blankets, fast asleep. The world was engulfed in silence.

In a courtyard house on Zhongzheng Street in the old city, a dim yellow light shone from a window of a wing room. Inside, a man in his fifties, dressed plainly, with somewhat messy hair, sat trembling in a large wicker chair.

A man in his twenties with slicked-back hair stood beside him. The man was also trembling, gripping the armrests of the armchair with both hands, his voice shaky as he said, “Mom... Mom… ...dead?”

The person didn't speak. They closed their eyes and opened them again, no longer showing the panic from before, but rather a kind of grim determination.

The man with the greasy hair, seeing this expression on his face, knew that he was truly dead. The man became agitated and flustered, scratching his hair and saying, “Mom, why? You gave us everything, why did you kill him?”

A person was looking at someone lying on the ground more than a meter away. The person's nose, eyes, and ears were all bleeding. Those streaks of crimson on their face were so terrifying.

Staring with wide eyes, displaying the unwillingness and fury of death, hands covering the mouth, curled up, showing the pain at the time of death.

"Don't ask me, just see if there's anything else of value up there."

The man didn't dare to look at the dead person. He shook his head in fear and said, "No...I... I wouldn't have anything valuable."

The man glared fiercely at his disobedient son, "Do you know what, your uncle has a lot of valuable things."

The person stood up, walked to the deceased's side and knelt down saying, “Xiǎo Nuǎn, don't blame your aunt for being cruel, if you have any resentment, blame your bad luck.”

After finishing, he carefully searched the deceased's body, but found nothing. He stood up, walked to the desk, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"It's done.......no......well, he's dead. Come over here."

"Mom, you... who are you calling?"

The man hung up the phone and looked at his son, who was being serious and ruthless. "Yiwei, remember, you are never to ask about this or investigate it from now on, or you won't know how you died later. Do you understand?"

The man looked at the cruel expression on his face, his thin body trembling like chaff. He nodded and said, "Remember... remember."

Tang Xiaonuan stood before the mother and son, glaring at them with anger. If she could kill them, she would certainly have them die in the most agonizing way possible.

But now I can't do anything. Just now, I thought about picking up the fruit knife on the table and killing this mother and son, but the fruit knife went past my hand. Then I tried to grab the vase, but it was still the same. I can't pick up anything at all.

I know now that I'm a ghost, but aren't ghosts in TV shows supposed to be able to kill people? Why can't I kill that hypocritical and cunning mother and son? Why not?

I believe I have never done anything wrong to others in my life, but why is my fate so tragic?

During the Cultural Revolution, my parents were labeled as capitalists and sent to the countryside. They lived in sheds, were subjected to public criticism and forced to do heavy labor.

Later, the father died of illness, and the mother committed suicide to follow her husband. The elder sister went to the countryside as a young intellectual and married a local farmer, but she died in childbirth complications. The older brother perished in a forest fire.

Over several years, I lost all my loved ones. I was heartbroken and devastated. If it weren't for my sister holding my hand when she was dying and saying, "Xiaonuan, no matter what, you must keep living," I would have followed them.

After the Cultural Revolution ended and people returned to cities, the government returned homes' courtyards and some property. One person lived alone in this courtyard.

This mother and son were once like any other pair of relatives, with close family ties. Now, in this world, they are all alone, having lost their loved ones.

This mother and son have complained to us many times about how difficult their lives are, saying that Tang Yiwei needs a house for his wedding, etc.

I never planned to get married or have children. This house and property will eventually belong to them anyway, so I gave them the courtyard and all my money long ago. Family is more important than anything else, so why did they kill me?

“They’ve arrived, I'll go take a look,” Liu Yuzhi smoothed her hair and stood up, walking outside.

"I... I'll go with you." Tang Yiwei stood up and hurriedly followed Liu Yuzhi. He didn't dare to stay alone here.

After the mother and son went out for a while, they came back. Behind them were two big, burly men in black.

"Where?" Liu Yuzhi pointed at Tang Xiaonuan's corpse and said to the two men.

Two men walked to Tang Xiaonuan's side, bent over and lifted the body out.

Tang Xiaonuan made it clear that she didn't know these two men. Why would this mother and son give the body to these two men? She had to follow them outside to see where they were taking the body.

The snow outside was falling heavily. Two men were carrying a body across the ground, leaving a crunching sound behind them and a trail of clear footprints. But as they walked on the ground, there was no sound at all, and no footprints.

Two men put the body in a car and hurriedly got in.

The car drove for a long time and stopped at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Rongcheng. The two men carried < >into a room and placed it on a small bed similar to a cot before leaving.

There are two men in the room, both wearing white coats and masks, making it impossible to see their features.

What are they trying to do? Are they not even going to spare the dead?

"Let's begin," said a white-coated man, his voice sounding somewhat aged.

"Okay, teacher," the man in white coat's voice was a bit younger.

The young doctor in white took a silver clamp from the table and used it to hold a clump of cotton. He then gently wiped Tang Xiaonuan's face with the cotton.

"What's your face doing? Hurry up and hand it over." Lao Bai said impatiently in his white coat.

"I heard he was very handsome. Let me see... Hmm, indeed quite a face, pity." The young white coat said with a flippant voice.

Hurry up.

"Good"

The young white coat finished speaking and then picked up a pair of scissors to cut Tang Xiaonuan's clothes. He then used a utility knife to slash her skin...

Tang Xiaonuan watched this cruel scene with a mournful heart. Was there so much hatred between the mother and son that they would even treat their own corpses with such disdain? They wouldn't even let them rest in peace, instead choosing to dissect them after death. What reason could they possibly have for such hatred? They had already received everything: the house and the money.

"No," the young white-coated doctor said after finishing Tang Xiaonuan's autopsy. He turned his face to the older white-coated doctor.

"Understood, burn it." Lao Bai's white coat voice was very dejected.

The young white-coated doctor took a bucket of gasoline from a corner of the room and poured it over Tang Xiaonuan's body and the wood under the bed. He took out a lighter and "whoosh" struck a flame, throwing it onto the wood beneath the bed.

The fire instantly flared up, burning more and more fiercely. In a short while, the red flames engulfed Tang Xiaonuan's body. The two white-coated figures walked away.

Tang Xiaonuan angrily watched her corpse being burned to ashes, unwilling and frantically screaming, "Why, why?" Of course, no one answered, and her voice wouldn't be heard by anyone.

Suddenly, I felt a warmth in my chest and lost consciousness.........

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