Xia Tian sat dumbly, staring at the television, his thoughts whirring like a vortex.
In the news, phrases like "self-hanging," "horrific scene footage," and "family collapses" kept reaching his ears.
"It's impossible..."
Xia Tian muttered to himself, "Those two young girls, they were so cheerful and outgoing, there were no signs at all..."
"This definitely isn't suicide... And besides, didn't the officials conclude too quickly?"
"It's as if they can't wait to cover something up, is there an inside story?"
But after thinking for a long time, he suddenly deflated like a punctured ball.
After all, he was just a minor livestreamer, powerless in the face of such events.
...
With a hint of unwillingness, Xia Tian fell into a deep sleep.
In the dim room, strands of black hair began to spread from the ceiling.
They cascaded down like living creatures, crawling and reaching for Xia Tian's neck.
Whoosh!
The next moment, they wrapped around his neck and hung him mid-air.
