"Are you sick? What kind of announcement is this?"

"Hahaha, is the shopping mall broadcasting room being hacked? It doesn't make any sense. Should we call the police?"

"Should we go get free ice cream? But I like the two-colored ones!"

Customers shopping around me were saying all sorts of things. I also thought that such a bizarre announcement indicated a problem with the mall management. However, the announcement still caught my attention because my daughter, Lin Xiao, suddenly appeared.

She was wearing a red dress, red dancing shoes, and even a red hair tie!

"Where did you get your clothes from?"

I was greatly surprised because it had only been 2 minutes since she went missing, and before that, she was wearing a pink sportswear outfit.

"Mom, Mom, do I look beautiful?"

As she spoke, she twirled in place.

The red dress fluttered, combined with her lively and playful expression, she indeed looked extremely cute!

However, I felt a sinking feeling in my heart.

Red was her least favorite color, and she wouldn't casually take other people's things. How could she suddenly have this outfit?

"Lin Xiao, I'm asking you where the clothes came from."

My tone became stern. Whenever I called her by her full name, she knew that my anger had reached its limit.

I could buy her things she liked, but I wouldn't allow her to take advantage or steal from others!

She suddenly stopped and looked at me with a serious face, saying, "Mom, what did you say?"

I froze because I didn't know when she had suddenly acquired a knife in her hand.

"Am I beautiful? Am I really beautiful?"

She pointed the tip of the knife at me, her expression gradually darkening. It seemed like if my answer didn't satisfy her in the next moment, she would stab me.

I remembered the announcement from the mall:

"If your friends or relatives who have gone missing reappear wearing red clothes, please do not believe that it's them, because they are no longer themselves."

My daughter has always been obedient and sensible. She would never do something like this.

But the mall's announcement was truly beyond belief. If she wasn't herself, then who could she be?

Just as I hesitated, screams of terror suddenly rang out from a short distance away.

From the scattering crowd, I saw a woman wearing a red dress viciously stabbing a man opposite her with a knife.

One stab, two stabs, three stabs. The woman seemed to be in a daze, continuously stabbing him, muttering, "Why did you say red is ugly? Don't you like me? Then die!"

The man desperately sought help from the people around him, but faced with such a crazy and brutal killer, everyone retreated in all directions and not a single person dared to step forward.

I was terrified too and wanted to pull my daughter away.

But she stubbornly continued to ask me, "Mom, am I not beautiful?"

At a time like this, why was she still asking such irrelevant questions?

Just as I was about to answer, I saw the knife in her hand getting closer and closer to me.

I was filled with horror, and my body couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment, my daughter's expression was exactly the same as that deranged woman's!

"You don't like me?"

"Am I not beautiful?"

If I gave her a negative answer, would she also stab me like the crazy woman?

Was she still my daughter?

Was her mind occupied by some unknown force?

Or, since she reappeared, has she already ceased to be my daughter?