Chapter 122: Overseas Material, the Deathly Silent Doll

"Building a dam with sand, trying to block a tsunami?"

Chu Che sat alone in his empty study, gently nudging the gold‑rimmed glasses on his nose, a playful curve lifting his mouth.

"Truly... a commendable spirit of struggle."

He spoke to the empty air as if lecturing an invisible class, his voice warm and pleasant.

Just now.

Chu Che, through the Weird Editor, finished watching the Federal Weird Investigation Bureau's handling of the Midnight Nightmare.

As for why he could do that......

Because Chu Che's Weird Editor can view the perspective of his own creation.

And in the Zui Gao Zhanlue Huiyishi, there are his creations.

And there is more than one.

"The network can be blocked, servers can be shut down, all visible text and images can be deleted."

"But human curiosity cannot be sealed."

"As long as at least one person remembers this 'story', remembers the words 'Midnight Nightmare', it will be like a dandelion Seed, riding the carriage of rumors, drifting to every corner of the world."

Chu Che lifted the red tea on the table and took a light sip.

Offline interpersonal transmission cannot be intercepted by any firewall.

A brag at a drinking party, a whisper among friends, even an inadvertent joke.

All become new transmission nodes.

This is the true horror of the Midnight Nightmare.

What it exploits is humanity's own curiosity and voyeuristic desire.

The more people try to cover it up, the more they want to know.

The Investigation Bureau cannot stop the Midnight Nightmare at all.

It can only delay its spread.

Just as humanity faces an already spreading cancer.

At that moment, Chu Che's Weird Editor interface emitted a faint notification sound.

Chu Che set down his teacup and opened the notification.

His overseas medical popular‑science account for sowing Seeds has already amassed several thousand followers.

And just now, one of the followers died.

A pure, icy resentment crossed the great distance and was precisely captured by the editor.

"So it happened in Bu Lie Dian?"

Chu Che's eyebrows lifted slightly, and he smiled.

This is still the first overseas material successfully transformed.

He felt a trace of novel excitement.

It was like a gardener finally seeing the Seeds he sowed bloom the first flower on foreign soil.

A vague Shadow peeled away from behind Chu Che, silently merging into the void.

Bu Lie Dian, London.

In the top‑floor attic of an old, dilapidated apartment, it was dark and damp.

A black Shadow slowly coalesced in the corner, eventually forming Chu Che's silhouette.

He nudged his glasses and scanned the cramped space.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench of rotting food and excrement.

In the center of the room, on the floor, lay a gaunt, skeletal teenage girl's corpse.

She appeared only thirteen or fourteen, yet was so emaciated that only a handful of bones remained; her skin was covered with bluish bruises and old scars, clearly from prolonged abuse.

Her cause of death was starvation.

Chu Che's gaze fell on the girl's face; her eyes were still wide open, hollow inside, devoid of any spark, only endless numbness and despair.

Chu Che walked to the corpse, extended his hand, and grasped at the void.

A strand of black resentment, almost solidified, was drawn from the girl's corpse; within her lingering grudge, Chu Che rewound the final moments of her life.

Chu Che learned that she was named Emily.

In the scene, a snarling man and a gaudy‑made‑up woman tossed the tiny Emily into the attic like trash, then locked the door.

"You bastard's mongrel, locked in here like a dog!"

"Don't even eat anything!"

Endless darkness.

Endless hunger.

Emily curled up in the corner, clutching a tattered cloth doll tightly.

It was a female doll with button eyes and red yarn lips, its mouth twisted into a strange grin, as if smiling.

"Anna... I'm so hungry..."

"Anna... why did Mom and Dad abandon me..."

"Anna... I'm so cold..."

In her final moments, she kept murmuring to the mute doll over and over.

Finally, in endless darkness and despair, she clutched the dirty, eerily smiling doll 'Anna' and breathed her last breath.

Chu Che watched all of this quietly through his Shadow clone.

He discovered that the girl's resentment was not the violent, vengeful fury.

It is a deeper, purer sorrow and resentment that can freeze the soul.

What she hates is the darkness and cruelty of her birth family.

What she hates is the irresponsible and cruel way her biological parents treated her like trash and discarded her at will.

Chu Che's gaze fell on the doll, also abandoned, that the girl held in her arms.

The doll's button eyes faced him, and the sewn‑on smile was especially glaring.

"Truly... a perfect vessel for resentful emotions."

Chu Che's voice rang through the attic via his Shadow double, carrying a barely perceptible note of admiration.

He opened the editor, expending a full 1500 points of 'Karma', and fully merged the girl's utmost pure resentment with the doll in her arms.

【Weird Name: Silent Death Doll.】

Regarding the Murder Rule, Chu Che did not, like 'Midnight Nightmare', set up a powerful cognitive transmission mechanism.

It's simple: just three points, and fairly broad.

1. It is attracted to households with 'domestic violence' and 'abandonment' behaviors. It appears in such homes and cannot be discarded; even if burned, it will reappear.

2. Within three days, all culpable parents in the family will die under mysterious circumstances.

3. When the targets in a family are all killed, it will, via mailing or other means, move into the next household and repeat the killing rule.

Chu Che looks forward to his brand‑new work spreading its branches on the fertile overseas soil.

With the rule settings completed,

The doll named 'Anna', its black button eyes suddenly shed a viscous, oil‑like black tear.

"Go, my little Anna."

Chu Che let out a satisfied chuckle, his voice tinged with a hint of anticipation.

"Go and let this world truly listen to the sound of despair."

As the words fell, the Shadow double dissolved into the air like a wisp of blue smoke.

The attic once again returned to a death‑like silence.

Only the cold corpse and the grinning doll in her arms remained.

After a long while.

"Bang bang bang!"

The attic door was violently forced open.

Several uniformed London police officers rushed in.

"Oh my God..."

A young officer, upon seeing the room's horror, immediately covered his mouth, nearly spitting it out.

The putrid smell, the filthy surroundings, and the emaciated girl's corpse on the floor.

Everything silently testified to the tragedy that had occurred here.

"Damned it! Those parents are scum!"

The lead veteran detective cursed, then immediately began securing the scene.

The forensic examiner arrived quickly, photographed, collected evidence, and carefully placed Emily's corpse into a Corpse-wrapping Bag.

While cleaning, the young officer noticed the solitary doll beside the girl's body.

He walked over and picked up the doll.

It felt icy cold, its texture rough.

He stared at the doll's weird grin and, for some reason, a nameless chill rose in his heart.

"Chief, what should we do with this?" he asked, holding up the doll.

The veteran detective glanced briefly, waved his hand impatiently.

"Just a broken doll, toss it there! We have more important matters to attend to!"

The young officer nodded, casually placing the doll on a dust‑covered wooden crate in the attic.

The group came and went in a hurry.

Soon, the attic door was sealed, plunging it back into darkness and silence.

No one noticed.

The doll left behind, 'Anna', its button eyes shifted slightly, as if in the darkness it cracked a weird smile.

ps:

Originally, the second chapter slated for yesterday was finished only at dawn.

Couldn't help it; it could only be updated this morning.

Having no saved draft left me passive...