My Goddess Sister

Outside the window, the sound of firecrackers crackled endlessly. This was an utterly ordinary neighborhood, yet even though the New Year was still a month away, every household had already begun setting off firecrackers.

Liu Mengchao sat dazed on the floor. Behind him stood an enormous bookshelf, packed with works on psychology—from Freud’s “The Interpretation of Dreams” to the latest treatises on behavioral psychology, “Microexpression Analysis,” “An Introduction to Behavioral Psychology.” His parents had long since passed away, leaving him only a substantial inheritance and this house full of books.

Books had always been Liu Mengchao’s best friends. His fascination with psychology had become so intense that, when interacting with others, he unconsciously perceived their deepest thoughts… Contempt… Fear… Disgust… His excessive insight into human affairs hadn’t opened the doors to society for him; on the contrary, it had locked him further into his own world.

Until the advent of the internet. It was as if another door had opened for him.

A delicate laptop lay before Liu Mengchao. The 16-inch screen was frozen on an image—a tram halted in place, motionless.

Yet none of this meant anything to Liu Mengchao now.

His chest was drenched in blood. The bright red had already soaked through his white shirt.

“Big brother…”

A faint, barely audible cry for help came from behind him.

Liu Mengchao’s parents had both been only children, and so was he; he had no siblings. By all rights, with the year’s end approaching, who would com