Book 1: Chapter 2: The Third Person
This story only gets more disturbing the more I re-read it…especially when I’m reading it carefully to translate and edit it.
Upon exiting the police station, Qin Ni immediately hailed a cab home. Throughout the entire journey, her head was lowered, seemingly in deep thought, a dark haze all over her face. Only after reaching her home’s front door did she finally return to her senses.
She tiredly lifted her bag to fish out the key. Just as she was about to open the door, it instead opened on its own.
“Mommy.”
A little boy around four or five years old stuck his head out from behind the door.
Qin Ni’s hand jolted in shock, the key falling with a clatter. She froze in place, staring blankly at the innocent and adorable boy. Yet whether it was because of the cold or some other reason, her legs began to tremble, and she unconsciously took a step back.
“Mommy.”
The boy’s young child-like voice rang out once more. He bent down to pick the key up from the ground and passed it over to Qin Ni. The corners of his lips sweetly drew back, shockingly revealing a mouthful of eerily white, sharp teeth, like an animal barely flashing its sinister appearance.
The boy looked up at her with a happy grin, excited that his mom had come home. However, Qin Ni lost her patience and roared out, “Go away! Get lost! I’m not your mom!”