Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 692

Blake examined the surveillance footage, furrowing his brow. "This old lady didn't just arrive today. She was here last night, waiting all through the night."

Lilly looked at the monitor screen.

In the footage, the old lady was wrapped tightly in the only plastic sheet she had, lying on a long stone bench.

Battered by wind and rain, she shivered, unsure if she was asleep or unconscious, enduring the night in such a state.

At one point, she called out a few times, and a light on the second floor of the self-built building ahead flickered briefly before going out, with no response from anyone.

It wasn't until dawn that the old lady slowly regained consciousness, tremblingly stood up, and laboriously retraced her steps...

"Daddy..." Lilly's voice choked, "Where did she go?"

Blake stood up and looked into the distance. Suddenly, his gaze froze, and he said, "I don't know, but she's back now."

In the distance, an elderly lady, shaky and unsteady, walked past the vegetable garden, heading towards them.

Her gaze was vacant as if she couldn't sense anything, as if she couldn't see her own lifeless body.

The old lady stopped in front of the stone bench, tremblingly sat down, and clutched the white plastic sheet tightly to her chest with trembling hands.

Then, with clouded eyes, she looked up at the building and cried out, "Son... open the door, Mom is cold..."

"Open the door..."

She called out a few more times and then fell silent, staring intently at the upper floors. After a long while without anyone coming out to open the door, she shouted again:

"Son... open the door, Mom hasn't eaten much, Mom can take care of myself, wash my face and bathe... please, open the door."

The voice, filled with age and desolation, stopped for a few moments. Seeing that no one came to open the door, she curled up, as if shivering from the cold. "Open the door... even your younger brother won't open the door for Mom. Mom will freeze to death... so cold..."

The old lady murmured, her cloudy eyes filled with disappointment and confusion. She wiped away her tears with a trembling hand, bent over, stood up, and forlornly walked toward the small path.

Lilly remained silent, following behind.

Josh, holding a camera, witnessed everything, his mouth gaping open.

Hannah leaned in close to him, clutching his sleeve tightly, and asked in confusion, "What does this mean? Is the old lady looking for her son? Why didn't her son open the door... Is no one home?"

Josh pursed his lips and said, "Stop asking, let's go."

Blake handed Drake an umbrella and said, "Keep an eye on them."

He stayed behind, watching the old lady's body while casting a slightly cold glance at the upper floors.

The curtains upstairs moved slightly but soon returned to silence.

It wasn't that no one was home. They even knew that the old lady had already died.

But to witness this, even in death, no one was willing to come down and be the first to handle the corpse.

Max was already in a daze. In Josh's camera, the same old lady appeared as the lifeless body before them.

W-what does this mean??

Blake glanced at him and said, "Keep an eye on them. They're just a few kids... or you can stay here and watch the body."

Max immediately caught up, saying, "I'll go watch over Lilly."

Drake had already run up behind Lilly with an umbrella, silently shielding her.

The old lady's spirit moved slowly, trembling and swaying, just as she did in life. The wind blew against the white plastic sheet covering her, providing meager protection from the rain. She wore short sleeves, lacking a warm coat or a raincoat for shelter.

No one knows how she lived her life...

Lilly and the others followed slowly behind.

As the old lady walked, she arrived at another self-built building after a while.

"Tom... Are you home?" she cautiously called out.

No one answered.