Kill Your Son To Get the Key

"Don't let him catch up!"

"He's already upstairs!"

"Did he really cut open his own son's stomach with a knife? I'm a little afraid to watch!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Isn't that the whole point of clicking this? To watch something exciting? Besides, both father and son are animals. The more miserable they are before they die, the better!"

While the bullet screen was being flooded with comments from the viewers, Bowen had already climbed to the room where his son, Little Bowen, was.

He saw the iron box, which contained the knife, from a distance. 

Bowen immediately grabbed the iron box and reached in with his right hand.

"He didn't hesitate at all. It seems that he really doesn't think of his son as a fellow human being."

"Of course! He and his son aren't even human to begin with!"

"I've never felt time pass by so slowly like this!"