"Niuniu, be good, it's time to go to bed."
Whenever night falls, this gentle good night is a routine ritual that neighbor Mrs. Chen treats her three-year-old daughter Niuniu. In the eyes of everyone, Lin Wan, who had just moved here, was a kind, quiet, and even somewhat pitiful woman - she had just lost her daughter.
Therefore, when Mrs. Chen hurriedly knocked on the door late at night and begged Lin Wan to help take care of Niu Niu for one night, the entrustment seemed so natural.
The lights go out and the story really begins.
In front of the bed where Niu Niu was sleeping, Lin Wan put away her gentle mask and pointed the cold needle in her hand at the child.
"Good night, Niuniu." She whispered, "When you wake up, everything will be over."
She thought she was the judge of fate, seeking to recover the blood debt of her daughter who died tragically. Until the phone screen suddenly lights up, breaking the dead silence of the night. A text message from Mrs. Chen, carrying an icy chill:
"Good night, Lin Wan."
"Or should I call you Zhang Ya?"
"Why do you think we handed Niuniu over to you?"
A blessing repeated every night, an innocent name, a carefully planned trust. Good night becomes the prelude to farewell. Who is the real prey tonight?
Good night, Niuniu. I hope you can sleep peacefully tonight.
