Chapter 692 Going to Every Child''s Home, Yet Unable to Knock on a Single Door
ke examined the surveince footage, furrowing his brow. "This olddy didn''t just arrive today. She
was herest night, waiting all through the night."
Lilly looked at the monitor screen.
In the footage, the olddy was wrapped tightly in the only stic sheet she had, lying on a long stone
bench.
Battered by wind and rain, she shivered, unsure if she was asleep or unconscious, enduring the night
in such a state.
At one point, she called out a few times, and a light on the second floor of the self-built building ahead
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flickered briefly before going out, with no response from anyone.
It wasn''t until dawn that the olddy slowly regained consciousness, tremblingly stood up, and
"Daddy..." Lilly''s voice choked, "Where did she go?"
ke stood up and looked into the distance. Suddenly, his gaze froze, and he said, "I don''t know, but
she''s back now."
In the distance, an elderlydy, shaky and unsteady, walked past the vegetable garden, heading
towards them.
Her gaze was vacant as if she couldn''t sense anything, as if she couldn''t see her own lifeless body.
The olddy stopped in front of the stone bench, tremblingly sat down, and clutched the white stic
sheet tightly to her chest with trembling hands.
Then, with clouded eyes, she looked up at the building and cried out, "Son... open the door, Mom is
cold..."
"Open the door..."
She called out a few more times and then fell silent, staring intently at the upper floors. After a long
while without anyoneing out to open the door, she shouted again:
"Son... open the door, Mom hasn''t eaten much, Mom can take care of myself, wash my face and
bathe... please, open the door."
The voice, filled with age and destion, stopped for a few moments. Seeing that no one came to open
the door, she curled up, as if shivering from the cold. "Open the door... even your younger brother won''t
open the door for Mom. Mom will freeze to death... so cold..."
The olddy murmured, her cloudy eyes filled with disappointment and confusion. She wiped away her
tears with a trembling hand, bent over, stood up, and forlornly walked toward the small path.
Lilly remained silent, following behind.
Josh, holding a camera, witnessed everything, his mouth gaping open.
Hannah leaned in close to him, clutching his sleeve tightly, and asked in confusion, "What does this
mean? Is the olddy looking for her son? Why didn''t her son open the door... Is no one home?"
Josh pursed his lips and said, "Stop asking, let''s go."
ke handed Drake an umbre and said, "Keep an eye on them."
He stayed behind, watching the olddy''s body while casting a slightly cold nce at the upper floors.
The curtains upstairs moved slightly but soon returned to silence.
It wasn''t that no one was home. They even knew that the olddy had already died.
But to witness this, even in death, no one was willing toe down and be the first to handle the
corpse.
Max was already in a daze. In Josh''s camera, the same olddy appeared as the lifeless body before
them.
W-what does this mean??
ke nced at him and said, "Keep an eye on them. They''re just a few kids... or you can stay here
and watch the body."
Max immediately caught up, saying, "I''ll go watch over Lilly."
Drake had already run up behind Lilly with an umbre, silently shielding her.
The olddy''s spirit moved slowly, trembling and swaying, just as she did in life. The wind blew against
the white stic sheet covering her, providing meager protection from the rain. She wore short sleeves,
No one knows how she lived her life...
Lilly and the others followed slowly behind.
As the olddy walked, she arrived at another self-built building after a while.
"Tom... Are you home?" she cautiously called out.
No one answered.
The olddy stood bent over for a while and then called again, "Tom, open the door, Mom is freezing to
death..."
Still, there was no response.
The olddy wiped her tears and this time she walked even further.
This path led them out of the city center of Wyndon and after an hour of following her, Lilly and the
others arrived at a vige on the outskirts of the city.
The olddy approached a house, extending her trembling hand to knock on the door.
"Molly... Is anyone home?" she asked anxiously.
Again, no one opened the door.
The olddy''s desperation and despair filled her vacant eyes as she silently walked through the vige
and reached another house at the vige''s edge.
"Shaun, are you home? Open the door..." the olddy cried, "Mom has nowhere else to go. Open the
door for Mom."
This family also didn''t open the door.
The olddy''s eyes revealed a glimmer of hope when she thought about her youngest son opening the
door for her in the past. She hurriedly said, "Shaun... Mom is so cold, haven''t eaten..."
It''s unclear what her youngest son might have said, but the olddy knelt with a thud and pleaded,
"Please let Mom in... Mom can change clothes..."
She grasped at something, but soon her hand dropped, leaving her sitting alone in the wind and rain.
The olddy''s gaze turned vacant. After a while, she let out a sigh, slowly stood up with trembling legs,
and continued on the same path back.
She passed by her daughter''s house, calling out a few times, but no one opened the door.
Then she walked alone on the long journey... from the vige to the city, not reaching the city center but
the outskirts of Wyndon.
She passed by her second son''s house again, calling out a few times, but no one opened the door.
Mechanically, she walked toward her eldest son''s house, returning to the starting point.
At this point, Lilly and the others fully understood.
The olddy was repeating the path she took before she died.
She kept walking, knocking on doors, hoping that one of her children would open the door for her...
Lilly watched helplessly as the olddy stopped in front of her eldest son''s house, calling out a few
times and pausing, then wiping her tears. Finally, she prepared to start the cycle again.
Lilly reached out her hand and stopped her.
"Granny, please don''t go," Lilly''s voice trembled, "They won''t open the door for you."
The olddy froze, staring directly at Lilly''s hand, before slowly turning her head and looking at her with
confusion.
"Child, which family do you belong to? Why did you run out in the rain? Do your parents know?" the old
Lilly was stunned.
The olddy shook her head and said, "Go back quickly. Ah, your parents will be worried..."
After speaking, she lifted her foot and continued unsteadily.
Lilly grabbed her clothes and said loudly, "Don''t go anymore. They won''t open the door for you. You
have already died, do you understand?"
Her voice choked, "You are already dead."
Why didn''t she stop her car when she passed by in the morning?
Why did she only see the scenes of the olddy''s journey in her future visions but didn''t see how many
times she had repeated it?
Lilly felt overwhelmed with self-me. She didn''t know what to do. Seeing the process of the olddy''s
death, she felt an immense burden on her chest.
Why...
The doors the olddy called out to open were all the doors of her children.
Why wouldn''t they open the door for their mother?
Not everyone has a mother, but why did they treat her like this when they had one?