Milk Steamed Bread, Bleeding Heads.

"Who, who are you?!"

"I, I don't know you!"

"I didn't kill you, don't come looking for me!"

The Old Man was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly. He dropped the cart he was pulling and turned to run away.

But after just a few steps, he suddenly felt his legs go soft and he fell flat on the ground.

A pair of dirty yet delicate little shoes appeared before the Old Man's eyes, along with a soft yet somewhat sinister childish voice-

"It was you, it was you who bullied mommy..."

The Old Man lay trembling on the ground, "No, it wasn't me, you've got the wrong person, you've got the wrong person..."

He crawled back to the cart on shaking hands and knees, constantly slapping the cart, "Hey, hey! Don't sleep anymore! Say something to help me out here!"

But there was no movement at all from the cart.

A chill wind blew down the back of the Old Man's neck, and he heard that soft, sinister child's voice by his ear again: "Baby won't let you disturb mommy's sleep..."

A icy cold little hand grabbed the Old Man's collar. In that moment, the Old Man struggled with all his might to break free!

He climbed right onto the cart and ripped off the quilt covering the top, pleading loudly: "I'm begging you, save me!"

"I bought you and your mother here to serve me for money, didn't I!"

"Your leg is broken, and I've dragged you along for days, you have to help me-" The Old Man's words stopped halfway as his expression suddenly became extremely ugly, and the corners of his mouth twitched repeatedly!

Lying on the cart was a woman, with only one leg...

Most importantly, the woman's face was ashen, her whole body rigid. She looked like she had been dead for at least twelve hours.

A chill seeped in from the back of the Old Man's collar, and the girl's already sinister voice grew even colder: "You killed the baby, and disturbed mommy's rest... You deserve to die."

Bang-

A muffled thud sounded from the deserted highway, and a bloody head fell, rolling far away.

Watching the headless corpse sprawled on the ground, the streams of black-red tears flowing from the little girl's eyes finally stopped.

She even revealed what looked like a rare smile, and gently kicked the bloody head, sending it flying even farther away.

"Mommy, no one will bully you anymore."

"Baby kicked the bad man far, far away..."

After kicking it a few times, the girl paused in front of the head, blinking. Then she bent down her little body again to pick up the head and placed it back on the corpse.

The little girl closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the corpse that had just been in front of her was gone, replaced by a beheaded doll.

"Baby has a new toy, hee hee~"

The little girl laughed as she put the beheaded doll into her small shoulder bag, then climbed onto the cart.

She took the quilt the old man had flipped open and neatly covered the woman who had been dead on the cart for some time.

"Mommy, sleep well and wake up soon to play with baby..."

Suddenly, as if remembering something, the little girl gently lifted up a corner of the quilt, then hurriedly tucked it back in carefully.

"Mommy's leg is hurt, baby will take mommy to see the doctor..."

The little girl jumped down from the cart, and with her petite body dragged the heavy cart forward by the harness.

She hadn't gone far when the little girl suddenly looked down at her shriveled belly. Her small brow furrowed and she turned her head back to say to the cart, "Mommy, baby is so hungry..."

Of course there was no response to the little girl except for the cold whistling wind and drifting mist around her.

"Mommy won't talk to baby, mommy is still sleeping..."

The little girl took her small shoulder bag and rummaged around inside, taking out the beheaded doll from earlier and closing her eyes.

When she opened them again, there was a dripping bloody head in her hand.

The little girl brought the head closer and closer to herself, sniffing. Her eyes lit up, as if smelling some kind of deliciously fragrant food.

Instantly, the little girl opened her small mouth.

Whoosh-

Just then, an armored all-terrain vehicle pulled up next to the little girl and stopped.

Two people got out, Lu Yuan and Liu Yuan.

Lu Yuan was holding the pastries Liu Yuan had bought for breakfast, a package of milky steamed buns wrapped in oil paper.

Liu Yuan was holding a cup of milk tea that she was drinking herself.

The little girl looked up at the two people approaching her. Suddenly a panicked expression appeared on her cute little face!

She hurriedly wiped the blood tear stains off her face with her grubby little hands.

Unbeknownst to her, there had only been two thin streaks of blood on her face originally. After she wiped them, her whole face was smeared with blackish-red blood.

By the time Lu Yuan and Liu Yuan got close, the originally pink and delicate little face had become like charcoal.

The girl held the bloody head of the Old Man in one hand, and somewhat awkwardly clutched her tattered princess dress skirt with the other. She greeted Lu Yuan and Liu Yuan a little nervously, "Hello! Can I help you with anything?"

Lu Yuan had a smile on his face, asking exceptionally gently, "Little sister, shall we play a game?"

Hearing playing a game, the little girl's eyes instantly lit up. But the next second she said apprehensively, "I'm sorry, I'm a bit hungry..."

Lu Yuan's smile didn't diminish, seemingly radiating a kind of charm that made people feel close to him. "That's alright, it's a very simple game..."

He pointed at the head the little girl was holding, then held up the steamed buns in his own hand, asking, "Between that thing you're holding, and this I have here, choose one. Which do you want to eat?"

As he spoke, Lu Yuan placed the package of steamed buns at the little girl's feet.

Beside Lu Yuan, Liu Yuan had one hand in her pocket and the other holding her milk tea cup, silently watching the scene.

Just now, when Lu Yuan had the little girl choose between the two, Liu Yuan's slender jade hand holding the milk tea cup had trembled slightly.

Looking at the steamed buns Lu Yuan had put down, and the bloody head in her own arms, the little girl seemed to be faced with a difficult choice for a moment.

Lu Yuan put on disposable gloves and took out one steamed bun from the package, holding it out to the girl. "You can try this one first."

Smelling the milky aroma emanating from the little bun in front of her, the little girl frowned and said, "Mommy said not to eat things given by strangers."

Lu Yuan nodded. "You're right, mommy makes sense. You really can't just eat anything. It should be eaten seriously, dining needs some ritual feeling after all."

After speaking, Lu Yuan glanced over at Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan went back to the SUV and took out portable chairs and a folding table from the trunk, placing them between Lu Yuan and the little girl.

She even lit candles and put out two wine glasses with a little sugar-free cola poured into them.

In the middle of the table, the package of steaming buns was on the left, and the bloody head was on the right.

Lu Yuan motioned for the little girl to sit in the chair across from him. "There, now it's not casual anymore. You can eat."

The little girl's brow was furrowed even tighter. She pondered with her cute little brain, vaguely feeling her mommy's words were supposed to have a different meaning.

She thought for a bit, then said to Lu Yuan again: "Mommy said not to eat other people's things."

Lu Yuan pointed at the head. "That's someone else's too."

Little girl: ⊙ˍ⊙??

She was a little at a loss for words. What this very handsome big brother opposite her said also seemed to make some sense, hmm?

The girl, who looked to be only four or five, became conflicted again.

Lu Yuan handed her another small steamed bun, this time with gloved hands. The little girl carefully leaned in and took a few small bites.

After eating a bit, Lu Yuan asked with a smile, "Well? Are you picking this one?"

The little girl looked somewhat hesitantly at the head on the other side. Her eyes full of hope, she asked Lu Yuan, "Can I try that one too?"

Lu Yuan's smile didn't diminish in the slightest, only undergoing an almost imperceptible change.

He put the leftover half steamed bun back into the bag, and said softly, "Of course you can..."

As he spoke, seeing the little girl lean in toward the head, Lu Yuan slowly took off the disposable plastic gloves and replaced them with medical surgical gloves.

Behind Lu Yuan, a hint of sadness flashed in Liu Yuan's eyes. She then turned around, hugging her milk tea.

A bright surgical knife had already appeared in Lu Yuan's hand. Across the dining table between them, the little girl attracted by the severed head did not notice it.

After staring at the severed head for a long time, the girl finally seemed to decide to take a bite from the earlobe.

She leaned in bit by bit, mouth opening slightly...