Kellen was checking the surveillance camera, frowned and said, "The old man didn't come here today, she just waited here last night."

Susie looked at the surveillance screen.

In the picture, the old woman is wrapped tightly in the only plastic film on her body, lying on her side on a long stone bench.

The wind and rain were blowing, she was trembling, she didn't know whether she fell asleep or passed out, so she waited like this all night.

During this period, she also yelled a few times, and looked at the lights on the second floor of the self-built building in front of her, but they were quickly turned off, and no one responded to her.

Until dawn, the old man slowly woke up, stood up tremblingly, and returned to the original road with difficulty...

"Dad...” Susie's nose was sour: "Where did she go?"

Kellen stood up, looked out from a distance, suddenly stared, and said, "I don't know, but she's back now."

In the distance, an old man walked tremblingly through the vegetable field, walking towards this side.

Her eyes were dull, as if she couldn't feel anything, and she couldn't see her own body.

The old man stopped in front of the stone bench, sat down trembling, and grasped the white plastic film on his chest with trembling hands.

Then he looked at the top of the building with cloudy eyes, and shouted: "Open the door, Mom Leng..."

She yelled a few times, then stopped again, and stared at the upstairs. After a long time, no one came out to open the door, she yelled again:

"Open the door, I don't eat much, I can take care of myself, wash my face and take a shower... Open the door."

The old and desolate voice yelled a few times and then stopped. After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.

She curled up, as if cold, and couldn't help shivering: "Your brother won't open the door for me, I 'm going to die of cold...It's so cold..."

The old man murmured, with disappointment and bewilderment in his cloudy eyes, he raised his hand to wipe away his tears, stood up stooped, and walked towards the path in frustration.

Susie didn't say a word, and followed after her.

Wade held up the camera, witnessed everything, and couldn't help opening his mouth.

Lucy leaned beside him, clutching his sleeve tightly, and asked blankly, "What do you mean? Is the grandma here to find her son? Why didn't her son open the door... Is no one home?"

Wade pursed his lips and said, "Don't ask, let's go."

Kellen held the umbrella and handed it to Hamza: "Follow."

He didn't leave, but stayed here looking at the old man's body, and at the same time glanced upstairs with a cold gaze.

The curtains upstairs moved, and soon silence returned.

It's not that no one is at home. They even know that the old man is dead, but they are so cold-eyed that they are unwilling to come down to be the first person to collect the body even if they die?

Judah was stunned for a long time, just now an old man with the same corpse as the old man in front of him appeared in Wade's camera.

Kellen glanced at him: "Follow up and watch them, they are just a few children...or you can look at the corpse here."

Judah followed immediately: "I'm going to see Susie."

Hamza had already run behind Susie with an umbrella in hand, silently holding the umbrella for her.

The soul of the old man walks very slowly, trembling, trembling, still as before, the wind blows the white plastic film on her body, she is close to this to keep out the rain, wearing short sleeves, no warm coat and no cover Raincoat.

Susie and his group followed slowly.

The old man walked all the way, and then walked to the street outside. After walking for a while, he came to another self-built building this time.

"Are you home?” she called cautiously.

No one answered.

The old lady stood hunched over for a while, then shouted again: "Open the door, I'm freezing to death..."

Still no response.

The old man wiped away his tears and walked further this time.

This section of the road has already left the city. Susie and the others followed for an hour and arrived at a village on the edge of the city.

The old man came to a house, stretched out his hand, and patted on the door tremblingly.

"Is anyone home?"

She was a little anxious and shook the iron door.

“I went to find your brother, but your brother didn't open the door, please open the door for me..."

The family didn't open the door either.

Sadness and despair were already in the eyes of the old man, he walked through the village dully, and came to a family at the end of the village.

"Are you at home? Open the door...” The old man cried: “I have nowhere to go, open the door."

I don't know if the youngest son opened the door for her before he was alive, but the old man showed a hint of surprise on his face, and said quickly, “I'm so cold, I haven't eaten..."

I don't know what the younger son said at the time, but the old man knelt down and said, "You can go in for me, and you can change your clothes..."

She grabbed something, but quickly lowered her hand, sitting alone in the wind and rain.

The old man's eyes were dull, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally sighed, stood up with his legs propped up on his knees, and tremblingly continued to return the same way.

She passed by her daughter's door again and yelled a few times, but no one opened the door.

Then I walked on the long road alone, from the village to the urban area, although not in the city center, it was also on the edge of the urban area.

She passed by the door of her second son again and called a few times, but no one opened the door.

She mechanically walked to the eldest son's house and returned to the original point.

So far, Susie and the others have completely figured it out.

The old man is repeating the route before death.

She kept walking, kept knocking on the door, and kept hoping that some child would open the door for her.

Susie watched helplessly as she yelled a few times in front of her eldest son's house to stop, yelled a few times to listen, and finally wiped away her tears, and went through the cycle again.

Susie reached out and stopped her.

"Don't go.” Susie said with a trembling voice, "They won't open the door."

The old man paused and stared at Susie's hand. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at Susie strangely.

"Which family are you a child from? Do your parents know why you ran out in the rain?"

Susie froze.

The old man shook his head again and said: "Go back quickly, your parents should be anxious later..."

After she finished speaking, she raised her foot again and staggered out.

Susie grabbed her clothes and said loudly: "Don't go, they won't open the door for you, you're dead, you know that?"

Her voice was choked with sobs: "You are already dead."

Why didn't she stop the car when she passed in the morning?

Why did she only see the picture of the old man walking by in the future, but she didn't see her walking so many times behind her.

Susie only felt that she was blaming herself, but she didn't know it was okay. After seeing her death process, she only felt a huge stone stuck in her heart.

The doors that the old lady yelled to open were all her children's doors.

Why don't they open the door for their mother?

Not everyone has a mother, why do they treat her like this when they have a mother.