My sister was frail, but incredibly rebellious. To make her obedient without physical punishment, I became her "control sample." She liked wearing heavy makeup and staying out late, so Mom made me walk through dangerous neighborhoods at night in a miniskirt. When she saw me come home disheveled and covered in bruises, she was too terrified to hang out with delinquents ever again. When she wanted to drink while pregnant, Mom forced ten cases of beer down my throat when I was eight months along. She watched me hemorrhage and lose my baby. Terrified, she didn't touch a drop of alcohol for the rest of her pregnancy. She successfully gave birth to a healthy, fair-skinned baby boy. By her bedside, Mom held her hand: "If you had kept drinking, you would have ended up like your sister. Not only did she lose the baby, but she can never have children again." My sister looked at me with gratitude: "Thank you, Terra. Otherwise, I would have ended up like you." "Don't mention it." I wrapped a cord around Mom's neck and stabbed a needle into her shoulder: "Let big sister teach you one final lesson—" "What happens when you abuse a child for twenty-seven years." 1 Blood splattered onto my sister's face. She screamed. I tightened the cord around Mom's neck, dragging her backward step by step. My sister fell off the bed, but her body, weak from childbirth, couldn't possibly catch up to me. By the time she cried and summoned the relatives, I was long gone. While everyone was in a panic, a livestream suddenly went viral online. On screen, I sharpened a machete against a whetstone. Schwing. Schwing. Behind me, Mom was tied tightly to a chair, looking at me with pure terror. [?? Isn't this Mrs. Chen who went missing recently? Why is she here? Tied up by her own daughter!] [Holy sh*t, livestreaming a matricide?] "Terra!" In another split-screen livestream, my sister Chloe appeared: "Terra, what are you doing! Stop!" I admired the gleaming edge of the machete and gave the camera a cold stare. "Sister! I'm begging you!" Thud! She knelt on the floor. Her postpartum body was frail and trembling: "Mom raised us for over twenty years. Even if she wasn't perfect, she worked hard! Whatever you're unhappy about, take it out on me! Please, let her go!" The comments exploded: [WTF are you crazy! That's your own mother! What kind of grudge is this?] [Killing your family on livestream? This is evil! Lock her up! She must have the violence gene!] The police sent a warning in the chat: [We are tracking your location. Surrender now, and there is still a chance for leniency.] I laughed: "Feel free to track." [??? So arrogant! Lock her up forever!] [Just execute her when you find her, she's too dangerous.] I didn't speak. I just turned to look at my mother. She was trembling: "Terra, surrender quickly. Mom will write a letter of forgiveness for you." [Boohoo, a mother's love knows no bounds.] [If anyone else said it I wouldn't believe it, but a mom really would forgive her daughter.] [Terra is a monster!] I smiled: "No need." The machete dragged on the floor, sparking against the concrete as I approached Mom. [!! Stop! Don't hurt your mom!] [Ahhh where are the police! Stop her!] "Sis!" Chloe's voice tore through the screen. The machete rested against Mom's neck. She shuddered: "Terra, are you really going to kill Mommy?" I looked down at her: "Tell me where Noah is." Mom froze. 2 It wasn't just Mom. Everyone watching the livestream froze. Tears streamed down Chloe's face: "Sis, Noah is dead!" "He's not!" I whipped my head around, eyes bulging with rage. The machete trembled in my hand. I gritted my teeth: "Noah isn't dead. I know he isn't dead!" "Terra! I know you're hurting from the miscarriage, we all are! But you have to move on!" My father's angry voice came from Chloe's stream. I laughed. I looked at Mom: "Mom, you know whether my baby really died or not, don't you?" Mom's eyes darted away. I looked at the camera: "Everyone! I didn't start this livestream to kill my family. I did it to find my son, whom my mother hid from me!" [?? What is she saying?] [Sounds like she had a miscarriage but thinks the baby is still alive?] I stared dead into the lens: "You may not know this, but my 'miscarriage' wasn't an accident. It was because my sister insisted on drinking while pregnant. So my mother—" "To teach her a lesson about the dangers, forced ten cases of beer down my throat!" [??? Wait, is this English?] [I understand the words, but the sentence makes no sense.] [A mom forced alcohol on her older daughter just to show the younger one what happens? No way.] [Holy sh*t if this is true I'm gonna lose it!] I smiled at Mom: "Right, Mom?" "Nonsense!" Mom panicked: "You did it to yourself! No one could stop you! Why would I force you to drink and kill my own grandson?" [Yeah... I think the mom is right. Parents can have favorites, but no mom would do that.] [I agree. I have two daughters. Even if I'm biased sometimes, they're both my kids.] [Seems like Terra had a mental break after the miscarriage and hallucinated that her mom caused it.] [Definitely. Normal people don't livestream torturing their parents!] I laughed. I knelt in front of Mom: "Of course I know why you did it. "I've been Chloe's control sample for over twenty years. Now my Noah has to be the control sample for Chloe's baby, right?" "What are you talking about!" Mom scolded harshly. But I could see her breathing had become erratic. That was the nervousness of being exposed. I pressed my hand on her knee: "Mom, why do you treat me like this? Am I not your daughter?" "You're crazy!" Mom turned her head away. I chuckled bitterly. Stood up. My eyes turned cold: "I know the police are tracing my location. Don't worry, you won't find me. "But I promise, as soon as you find my Noah, I will surrender. "If not..." I pointed the machete at Mom: "Every ten minutes, I take a piece of her!" [? She's going to torture her??] [She's insane!] Ignoring the frantic chat and Chloe's screaming, I started the timer. The police had no choice but to investigate. A team questioned Chloe and her husband about Noah. Without exception, they all said, "He was stillborn." Dad wiped his tears: "If Terra hadn't insisted on drinking, Noah wouldn't have died in the womb! Now the baby is gone, and she blames her mother!" I laughed bitterly. Stared at the timer. "Ten minutes are up." I stood. Chloe threw herself at the camera: "Sis! Don't do it! I know you're just threatening us, that's our mom! Don't worry, when you come out, I'll help you look for Noah, okay?" I stood behind Mom. Grabbed her ear. The blade fell. Mom screamed in agony. I held up her ear to the camera. In front of Chloe's horrified eyes. I let go. The flesh hit the table with a sickening thud. Chloe's eyes rolled back, and she fainted into her husband, Dr. Lucas's, arms. Lucas was furious. He strode to the camera and slammed a document against the lens: "Terra, wake up!" It was... Noah's death certificate. 3 I stared at the report, unable to speak for a long time. Lucas panted heavily: "The hospital issued the death certificate, stamped and verified! What is there to doubt!" The comments scrolled wildly: [Confirmed, Terra is really crazy!] [With witnesses and evidence, it really seems like a mental break.] [Boohoo, poor mom, suffering for nothing.] "Terra!" Lucas stared at me through the screen. Hope in his eyes. I printed out the death certificate he uploaded. Turned around, and restarted the timer. "Terra!!" Lucas roared at the camera like a madman. He looked like he wanted to reach through the screen and strangle me. I just sat in the chair, watching the countdown calmly. "Crazy, you are truly crazy!" Lucas paced in circles. Then pointed at the camera: "What will make you believe? Noah's ashes are buried! If you don't believe the death certificate, what will you believe!" "I don't disbelieve death certificates!" I stared coldly at the screen: "I just don't believe the one you gave me." He froze. I stood up, hands on the table: "Dr. Lucas, it would be one thing if someone else signed this certificate. But the signature is yours." His face went pale. I smiled sarcastically: "All these years, when Mom made me be Chloe's control sample, you never had a problem with it. "You even actively told Mom about your wife's bad habits, encouraging Mom to experiment on me so your wife would learn!" Lucas avoided my gaze. I leaned into the camera, smiling: "You just wanted your son to learn lessons painlessly too, didn't you? "Lucas, let me tell you. Impossible! "My child will never be a control sample for yours!" "I don't know what you're talking about!" Lucas's breathing quickened. I sat back, leaning against the chair: "Don't know? Fine. "You signed the paper saying the baby was stillborn. Do you dare let the doctors and nurses who delivered him confront you?" "I!" Lucas choked. Couldn't say a word. The comments immediately sensed something wrong: [Something's fishy. Is the death certificate fake?] [If it's real, why can't he speak? Did the baby survive?] [No way, did they really try to use someone else's kid as a lesson for their own? That's evil!] The police questioning them changed their expressions: "Sir, we need you to cooperate with the investigation." "No! Wait, don't believe her, I didn't forge it, really!" Lucas panicked. The police remained calm: "We will investigate your colleagues, including everyone present at the birth. Don't worry, we won't wrongfully accuse you." "W-what?" Lucas turned white. Chloe rushed up: "No need to investigate, officers! My sister is talking nonsense! You should be finding her location, not suspecting innocent people!" [Suspicious. Why are the couple so anxious?] [Their attitude changed too fast. Feels like they're hiding something.] [Did they really hide Terra's baby!] The netizens could see it, and the police saw it even clearer. With one minute left on the timer. The police officer darkened his face: "Mr. Lucas, this is a matter of life and death. If you really hid the child's status, confessing now can earn you leniency. "And spare Mrs. Chen more suffering." "I, I..." Lucas was breaking. "The child is dead!" The door was pushed open. A man looked at the police, calm and composed: "Officers, please don't believe Terra's one-sided story." I stood up: "Sean!" He looked over: "Terra, stop this." 4 I knew this wouldn't be easy. But I never thought the one to stop me would be my husband. "Why are you here?" My fists clenched tight. His expression was cold: "To stop you from making a bigger mistake." "Noah didn't die!" "He died!" In three years of marriage, this was the first time he yelled at me. The comments were full of question marks: [?? What's happening?] [Her own husband is testifying against her?] [But Terra didn't seem like she was lying? Is Sean siding with outsiders? That's his own son!] "No, everyone. Terra is lying." Sean faced the comments, sighing lightly: "My wife... she has persecution mania." I froze. The chat filled with question marks. "After we lost the baby, she developed postpartum depression. It evolved into this. She insists the baby is alive, even hallucinating that she is Chloe's control sample. "As her husband, I understand and my heart breaks for her." He looked at me, eyes gentle like they used to be, the eyes that made me feel cared for: "Terra, stop it. We can have another child." "I'm not crazy!" My eyes turned red: "You know Noah isn't dead! You know better than anyone! Why frame me!" "Noah is dead!" A report was slammed in front of the camera. The bold title read: [AUTOPSY REPORT]
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