I died from carbon monoxide poisoning.

A month ago, my mom bought ribs, thinking of giving me some nourishment.

But that day, I was livestreaming until late at night and didn't have time to get up.

My mom thought I wasn't home, so she stewed the ribs and left.

Unexpectedly, as the pot boiled, the overflowing water extinguished the fire.

When my mom came back, thinking she had turned off the stove, she just sat in the living room, waiting for me to wake up.

Gradually, gas started to leak out.

By the time my mom realized it, she was already completely weak, and she fainted.

When my dad arrived, thinking there was only my mom at home, he took her to the hospital.

And when I woke up from the strong smell of gas, I was already severely deprived of oxygen!

I could only tremble, leaning against the wall, step by step, seeking help from the neighbors.

But in the end, I collapsed in front of the bedroom.

I could only weakly scratch the wall with my nails, those blood handprints on the wall were formed by scratching the wall with my fingers!

I wanted to survive!

But all I could do was leave palm prints on the wall in helplessness.

When my dad rushed home from the hospital after learning that I was still at home, the bedroom only had walls full of scratches and bloodstains, and me who died from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Since I died unjustly, my soul couldn't enter the underworld and could only linger in the human world, repeating the pain of dying from gas poisoning every day.

After my mom was discharged from the hospital, she developed severe mental illness.

There was always guilt hidden in her heart towards me.

Finally, on a day when my dad was out, she couldn't bear the torment in her heart anymore and jumped from the window.

That's also the reason why the doors and windows in the house were sealed.

My dad could only use this act afterwards to try to alleviate his guilt.

But it was too late.