Wei Qian was stunned at first, and then he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if it was a connection without blood, which tugged at his heart.

He relaxed and leaned against the cold sink, feeling the chill almost soothing.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wei Qian looked at him, suddenly laughed, and asked half-jokingly, "Boy, how much are you worth? If I buy a little girl back home, she can be my child bride. Why would I buy a little boy like you back home? To feed others?"

Wei Zhiyuan realized that he had said something stupid, and he suddenly found that he could not change it back. Whenever he opened his mouth, he would instinctively imitate the mentally retarded child Song Xiaobao and say the stupidest words.

Wei Zhiyuan decided that he couldn't go on like this. It was not enough to be likable, and it was not enough to act coquettishly and cutely.

He stood upright, and said in a resounding voice, like a young pioneer swearing an oath to the national flag: "When I grow up, I will take care of you, I will make money, and I will support you, okay?"

Wei Qian's heart suddenly softened. For the first time, he clearly felt that his heart had sunk to the point where he was at a loss. He almost didn't know how to express himself. He could only act like an annoying adult and laugh at Wei Zhiyuan: "Then you should grow up faster. I think radishes grow faster than you."

Wei Zhiyuan vowed: "I want to grow up tomorrow, I...I will treat you well all my life, and I will never let you suffer in the future."

"Grow up tomorrow?" Wei Qian bent down, picked up Wei Zhiyuan with one hand, and threw the shoeless kid on the bed. "Where can I find such an immediate fertilizer for you?"

The muscles in his arms trembled involuntarily, so much so that one hand was a little unstable. Wei Zhiyuan instinctively put his arms around his neck, but the next second, he retracted his hand awkwardly - he suddenly felt a little ashamed of this action, as if in just a blink of an eye, he had grown up to the stage where he was not used to this kind of childish closeness.

Wei Qian turned off the lights and fell asleep quickly.

On the one hand, he was really tired, on the other hand, he gained a certain sense of power that belonged to a real adult from his younger brother, and this power supported him to be calm and peaceful.

Want his life? That's not that easy. Le Xiaodong might not have had time to reincarnate yet.

Wei Zhiyuan shut his mouth. In the darkness, he opened his eyes and looked at his brother's blurry profile.

He gently closed his eyes with a peaceful expression. The profile of his nose and lips seemed to be drawn. His hair had grown a little longer, with a strand of it falling diagonally in front of his forehead, revealing a hint of childishness that was about to fade away.

In Wei Zhiyuan's nascent aesthetic view, he felt that there was no one else in the world more handsome than his brother. His brother was like an invincible god who took away all the suffering that should have fallen on his head and held up a small pergola in the wind and rain.

The next day, Wei Qian still didn't dare to eat too much as his stomach was still aching.

Wei Zhiyuan ran to a small restaurant to ask for a day off. After he came back, he started to pester Wei Qian, strongly demanding to go home. The little guy was trying hard to portray himself as a little man yesterday, but now he has returned to his old ways and started to act like a spoiled child and do whatever he wants... He probably won't use any other tricks to deal with his brother.

...The result of his resistance was that Wei Qian taped a cross on his mouth with transparent tape.

Wei Qian did some simple exercises and then sat down to look through the second-hand textbooks he brought with him.

High school textbooks are extremely boring. In a nutshell, they are as boring as they can be. But Wei Qian didn't think so. He read them eagerly and with great gusto.

Wei Qian had been away from school for too long and didn't want to go back and fall behind.

Every time he opened an old textbook, his heart would miraculously calm down… and in his opinion, it was also quite interesting. The original owner of the book was a weirdo who loved to express his thoughts. He could even make up trigonometric functions into various short stories. He was also very good at drawing turtles. Except for the main text and notes, every blank corner was filled with various turtles drawn by him, each of them posing in a coquettish manner.

Oh, by the way, Qi Pa noted on the last page: "Once the divine tortoise appears, who can compete with it? If you want to achieve the power of a tortoise, you must first castrate yourself."

I don’t know what level of reading this person has reached.

Wei Qian remained calm until noon, when the food delivery person arrived.

The visitor brought two portions of food - Wei Zhiyuan usually worked across the street and did not come back for lunch, so the food was only delivered to him. On this day, Wei Qian had no appetite, so he did not ask the other party to send an extra portion... This meant that someone was monitoring them.

The hotel was booked by Zhao Laojiu, so it might be their own property. In this case, even the room might not be safe because there might be cameras.

When Wei Qian thought of this, he immediately maintained a nonchalant expression, silently sat back on the small sofa and small table that came with the standard room, pulled out a piece of notepaper, and while pretending to be doing nothing, he copied the "Divine Turtle" in the old textbook, while calming down and pondering it carefully.

Wei Qian was used to guessing people's minds. He knew that most of the boxers at the bottom were like him, short of money, and wanted to make a quick buck and run away. For these people, after getting the appearance fee, they probably did not expect any bonus, which meant that no one would risk their life to win.

If they get through the second game safely, then the third game will definitely come, but the possibility of choosing to use stimulants is very small - because if you lose, you lose, and if you lose, you can beg for mercy and surrender, and get hit twice, which is no big deal.

But if they are forced into a desperate situation in the second game, these people will most likely not fight in the third game.

Wei Qian didn't know how closely the other party was monitoring him. He could basically guess that the hotel belonged to the other party, but he couldn't be sure whether there were surveillance cameras in the room, whether his cell phone was tapped, or whether he would be followed when he went out. There might be one or two, but it was unlikely that all of them could be covered, and Zhao Laojiu and the others were unlikely to have that much energy.

Let's take a step back and assume that Zhao Laojiu can really take everything into account and the entire city is in their hands. These people will have no way to retreat, but at least they can pretend to be dead in the third game.

He forced himself onto the field half-dead and was knocked down by a slap in the face. Is this understandable?

Wei Qian drew a playful turtle tail with one stroke, paused his pen, and thought, how should I design it to make these poor thugs who value their lives and are greedy for money risk their lives?

Hit a weak spot? Like kidnapping a family member?

It seemed unlikely. Based on what he had learned in recent days, many low-level boxers were homeless and single. Moreover, these people had different accents and came from all over the country. That would be a huge project, not to mention the time and effort. It would also be easy for something to go wrong if it wasn't on their own turf.

Therefore, Wei Qian concluded that the key factor was much simpler and more straightforward - either money or blood.

He guessed that the time between the second and third games must be very short, and it is even possible that those people would force him to finish two games in one day...but how?

This specific operation method must be very simple, but ingenious and effective.

Wei Qian outlined the turtle's tail over and over again, thinking that he could control his greed for money. He had a limit in his mind and would leave when he made enough money. And Wei Qian believed that many people were like him, and they had such a spectrum in their minds. As for bloodiness... None of them had not seen all kinds of people, and some of them were already quite old, so it was not so easy for their bloodiness to be aroused.

He couldn't think of anything for the time being, so he put down his pen, raised his hand and called Wei Zhiyuan over: "Come on, come with me and send money to grandma."

Wei Qian put on his clothes and pretended to be unfamiliar with the surrounding roads. He bought a map on the roadside and took Wei Zhiyuan around in circles with the map. After two circles, Wei Zhiyuan understood.

The little boy was incredibly sensitive and immediately wanted to look back vigilantly, but Wei Qian reached out and held the back of his head to stop him.

He staggered with Wei Zhiyuan to the post office, kept 500 yuan for himself, and remitted the remaining 3,500 yuan to Old Lady Song, then took out a handful of change and bought two ice creams on the roadside, one for himself and one for Wei Zhiyuan. The two walked to a relatively empty section of the road with no one around, and Wei Qian gently said to Wei Zhiyuan: "Don't talk nonsense in the future, find a way to contact your third brother, but don't let anyone see him, and don't ask him to come to us when he arrives."

Wei Zhiyuan miraculously understood what he meant and asked in a low voice, "What do you want him to do?"

"I don't know yet. Let me think about it." Wei Qian caught a glimpse of a suspicious-looking man at the intersection. He seemed to be sizing up the two brothers. When he met his gaze, he quickly pretended to look elsewhere.

Not a very good stalker.

Wei Qian calmly lowered his eyes, raised his voice a little, and changed the subject, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, how was the final exam?"

Wei Zhiyuan's eyebrows danced with joy in an instant, and he shouted loudly: "First!"

Since he often deliberately switches quickly between showing himself as "very stupid and naive" and "very smart and useful", and has rich experience in schizophrenia, Wei Zhiyuan's role changes so quickly that Wei Qian was stunned.

Wei Qian paused for a moment before asking casually, "Are there any parallels?"

At this time, the two of them had already walked across the intersection and passed by the stalker, and it seemed that neither of them noticed each other at all.

And Wei Zhiyuan, like a real idiot, held his head high and showed off what it means to be a good student without any stage fright: "No one in our class has ever ranked on the same level as me! Oh, by the way, brother, I forgot to tell you, Xiaobao ranked tenth from the bottom this time, and the teacher criticized him by name and said that he will talk to you next semester."

"...Really?" Wei Qian laughed dryly, "Why am I so glorious?"

He acted so well in such a dangerous situation, and even didn't forget to flatter Song Xiaobao!

Wei Qian thought, this kid is truly unique.

In the evening, Wei Qian received greetings from Zhao Laojiu, who first asked him about his well-being and told him to ask someone to buy him whatever he liked to eat. After the first game, he would be given a week to adapt. If he wanted to travel around the local area, he could ask the person who delivered the food to be their tour guide.

Zhao Laojiu also specifically mentioned Wei Zhiyuan: "Your brother is a kid who has grown up so fast. I saw his trousers. They were fine when he first came, but now they are much shorter... Alas, at this age, there is really nothing we can do about it. Clothes are just a waste."

He didn't stop there because the person who delivered food that afternoon brought a set of clothes. When he put them on, they fit him perfectly.

They had only been here for less than half a month. Wei Zhiyuan had neither eaten high-efficiency fertilizers nor turned into a genetically modified pea that took off overnight. How could he be so unlucky that his pants would become so much shorter in the blink of an eye?

Wei Qian knew that Zhao Laojiu was using Wei Zhiyuan to warn him.

In return, Wei Qian accepted the clothes without hesitation, then asked the boy who delivered the meal about the most upscale place in the city. Finally, he chose a French restaurant and took Xiao Yuan there for a delicious meal of expensive foreign food.

On the way, he acted like a person with no sense of direction, holding up the map and asking questions all the time, occasionally throwing out some extremely nonsensical questions, trying his best to get the boy to start talking.

Wei Qian didn’t know whether French food was delicious or not. He chose this restaurant because he happened to pass by an underground boxing ring on his way there.

As he passed by, Wei Qian glanced over there and squeezed Wei Zhiyuan's hand.

Wei Zhiyuan immediately understood and pretended to be dumbfounded and asked, "Brother, what are you looking at? Where is that place?"

Wei Qian also pretended to look at the young man who was leading the way with embarrassment, and whispered, "Don't ask nonsense questions, that's where they work."

The young man who led the way flashed a mocking smile on his face, but he quickly stopped smiling and said to Wei Zhiyuan, following Wei Qian's words, "Yes, little brother, only the most powerful people here can go in to work. If you grow up well, you can go in too."

As he was talking, a foul smell came with the damp wind. Wei Zhiyuan covered his nose and said to the young man leading the way with a stunned look on his face: "You two are fooling the kids. It stinks. I don't think that place is that great at all!"

I saw a big garbage truck driving out from a very narrow intersection, with several large barrels of garbage and countless garbage bags of various sizes on it.

Wei Qian rubbed his nose and suddenly something occurred to him - yes, where did all those dead people go?

Those who had relatives were naturally taken away by someone, but where did the bodies of those who had no relatives or even no real names go?

Wei Qian's mind raced, and he acted like a country bumpkin and said in surprise, "Wow, you actually have someone here to clean up the garbage. We don't have that, so we have to deal with it ourselves. There are several garbage dumps, and the stink is so bad that it can bring down satellites."

The young man who led the way didn't look like a key figure either. He told him casually, "Well, if there are any, take them to the western suburbs of the city. Sell the cans and other things that can be sold, and burn the rest. Hey, it's almost time to eat, why are you talking about such disgusting things?"

West of the city?

Wei Qian glanced at the detailed map and saw that it was a large open space without any institutions or conspicuous buildings. It was probably a desolate area with few people. There was a small river nearby, winding its way through the city center.

In a flash, he had a guess in his mind.

And a week passed in the blink of an eye.