In a blink of an eye, the semester is over and it's time for the final exam.

On the day after the exam, students from the school rushed out in a swarm. Song Xiaobao's skirt was accidentally caught by a little boy who ran over and shouted happily. The zipper of her schoolbag was stuck on the hollow lace, tearing a long hole.

Xiaobao frowned fiercely, but the unaware little perpetrator had already run away, and there was nothing she could do.

When Wei Zhiyuan got home, Old Lady Song had not returned yet. He saw Song Xiaobao sitting on the sofa with the sewing box that Old Lady Song usually used placed beside her legs. She had torn off all the lace that was torn under her skirt, lowered her head, and carefully folded the hem of her skirt up, clumsily using the needle and thread to stitch a twisted edge.

Wei Zhiyuan asked: "What are you doing?"

He suddenly spoke, and Song Xiaobao was caught off guard and pricked her hand. She shook her hand and complained with a grin, "Oh, brother, you scared me. The edge of my skirt is torn and I can't sew it. I can only tear it off and sew a new edge."

She paused and tilted her head to take a look: "It's over, it seems a little crooked."

Comrade Xiaobao's manual skills are far from reaching the basic level of the working people. His hands have always been clumsier than his feet, and he has never sewn clothes by himself. With their family's current economic conditions, they can forget about buying brand names, but buying a new dress for a little girl is still a big deal.

But Song Xiaobao, the spoiled brat who "will act like a spoiled child if there are conditions, and will create conditions if there are no conditions", didn't even mention it.

Wei Zhiyuan then realized that his elder brother’s disappearance had put pressure on more than just him.

Xiaobao's sewing was crooked, so he had to cut the thread with a pair of scissors, take it apart and start over. Unfortunately, it became crooked again not long after.

She sighed in unbearable pain and threw the needle and thread back into the sewing box. She was probably feeling very aggrieved and sniffed. But when she looked up, she found that she and Wei Zhiyuan were the only ones at home, so she held back her tears - she just looked young, but she was not actually young. In her heart, Wei Zhiyuan was different from her eldest brother and grandmother. Her eldest brother was more like a strong father but with a huge generation gap. Wei Zhiyuan was a younger brother of the same generation, and she was embarrassed to behave so ignorantly in front of him.

After a while, Xiaobao came over and took Wei Zhiyuan's ruler: "Brother, lend me your long ruler."

After saying that, she bent over, lay on the table, pressed the edge with a ruler, and sewed with difficulty to avoid sewing it crooked again.

Wei Zhiyuan lowered his head, as if he was reading a book, but he didn't turn a page. Several times, he wanted to look up and say to Xiaobao, "Stop sewing. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow."

But he didn't dare.

Even though the family is well off at the moment, losing my eldest brother is almost equivalent to losing our source of income. Money without a source will eventually be spent.

They both had the same fear in their hearts, but they seemed to have tacitly agreed not to reveal it to each other.

Just then, the fat man came.

Kim Jong-un always looks cheerful. This guy can be happy day after day, as if he has endless things to be happy about. In Wei Qian's words, his "face always has the red glow of someone who just drank wedding wine."

Sanpang poked his head into the room and asked in confusion, "Hey, your brother's unlucky child hasn't come back yet? Was he kidnapped somewhere to be a live-in son-in-law? Is he planning to live happily ever after?"

At Wei Zhiyuan's request, no one told Sanpang about the loss of contact with Wei Qian and his group, and Sanpang is still optimistically kept in the dark.

Wei Zhiyuan said: "It's been about a week or two. I heard yesterday that they were heading back."

"Oh," Sanpang saw that he looked calm, so he didn't take it to heart. He lowered his head to look at the work in Xiaobao's hands, "Baoer, are you going to be a tailor?"

Xiao Bao raised her head and her eyes met Wei Zhiyuan. She had never been able to read people's faces since she was a child, but for some reason, she suddenly evolved to a new level - she could understand other people's eyes. Xiao Bao cooperated and told a not-so-clever lie: "I don't like this lace anymore, I want to get rid of it."

Sanpang said as a matter of course: "If you don't like it, ask your brother to buy you a new one. Why bother?"

Song Xiaobao was an honest child who never told lies. She didn't know what to say for a moment and quickly lowered her head, suspecting that she would soon be exposed.

After a while, she pursed her lips and uttered, "I...I want to save some money."

Sanpang was taken aback and said heartlessly: "Look at our sister, she is so sensible. If your brother's grandson heard this, he would be so happy that he would die in peace."

He was joking. Sanpang was a big talker to begin with, and he didn't care about anything when talking to Wei Qian. He said anything, no matter what. But just as he finished speaking, Xiaoyuan and Xiaobao suddenly looked up at him at the same time. Both children had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, but they just looked ugly, but no one said a word.

San Pang reacted very quickly. After a moment of shock, he immediately slapped his own mouth and said, "Pah, look at San Ge's stinky mouth. He is talking nonsense. It's okay. Don't take it seriously."

After a while, Wei Zhiyuan managed to force a smile at him, but Xiaobao was not so sophisticated and could not smile at all. She grabbed her clothes and sewing box and whispered, "You can't see this. I'm going back to my room to do it."

Then he turned and left.

At this point, even if Kim Jong-un was blind, he understood that something was wrong.

But when he opened his mouth and was about to ask Wei Zhiyuan, he saw a hint of stubbornness in the child's eyes and knew that he could not ask anything.

Sanpang finally understood that the two kids were feeling uncomfortable, but because of his presence, they tried their best to hold back and not show it.

"Okay," Sanpang thought, "I'd better go. If I stay here any longer, the two kids will get suffocated."

He said goodbye to Wei Zhiyuan and left, deciding to stop Old Lady Song at night and get to the bottom of things.

But Wei Zhiyuan always remembered that he had one thing left to do.

The next day, he chose a quiet afternoon to go out. Before leaving, Wei Zhiyuan took out the money Wei Qian gave him for the summer camp, looked at it, and stuffed it into his schoolbag along with the envelope.

This is something his brother left for him, and Wei Zhiyuan wants to carry it with him so that he can feel at ease.

After finishing that thing, Wei Zhiyuan decided to use the money to buy Xiaobao a new piece of clothing. Anyway, if his brother really didn't come back, he wouldn't go to the summer camp, it would be meaningless.

At this time, those who are working have already gone to work, and those who are not working are taking a lunch break in the hot summer.

Wei Zhiyuan had already figured it out. The pervert had been married once, but later divorced and was now living alone. He had his entire duty schedule and knew that the pervert was on duty from noon to midnight that day and was not at home.

Wei Zhiyuan had been around that person's house four or five times after tracking and scouting the area.

He nimbly climbed up the wall near the tube building, pushed off with his feet, and jumped onto the balcony on the second floor.

Wei Zhiyuan used the small knife he carried with him to cut a hole in the screen of the man's house that was just big enough for him to fit his hand through. Then he put his hand into the long-sleeved jacket he had specially worn, reached into the screen through the jacket, unlatched the latch inside, and climbed in through the window.

Before he did this, he had carefully thought about every detail, including what kind of accidents might occur at which stage, and he was almost confident about it.

Wei Zhiyuan seemed to have a natural talent for stealing. He did it smoothly the first time, like a habitual criminal, quietly and in one go.

But until this point, he still maintained a rigorous attitude, made bold assumptions and carefully verified the idea, and first visited the man's home.

Soon, Wei Zhiyuan realized that his cautious pursuit of evidence was completely unnecessary.

He found a large number of pornographic posters and pictures in the dirty and messy bedroom, most of which featured children. Judging from the pictures, this guy seemed to have a special liking for boys and girls between the ages of six and eight or nine who had not yet developed. Since he lived alone, this guy was too lazy to hide them and pasted them all over the wall.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't want to leave any traces of himself, so he flipped through the things through his sleeves, thinking about the feasibility of reporting it.

He immediately rejected the idea.

Wei Zhiyuan had only heard from his elder brother and third brother that this pervert seemed to have killed a little girl. However, that happened several years ago and the little girl had long been dead without any evidence. Even her family refused to call the police. He had no evidence to prove that this man had done it.

As for the time when he encountered it, it can only be said that it was an attempted crime. If the other party insisted that he just wanted to steal the child's pocket money, that seems to make sense.

As for keeping child pornography at home, even if it brings some trouble to the person, so what? What is hidden in someone else's home?

He will not be sentenced for this, but Wei Zhiyuan's actions, from stalking to breaking into private homes, are all things that cannot be made public.

He's already in enough trouble, he can't get into more trouble because of this matter.

Finally, Wei Zhiyuan opened another drawer and found some things that obviously belonged to children - a little girl's cartoon hairpin, the familiar school uniform buttons from their school, and even a few children's underwear.

Next to it was a dozen videotapes.

Wei Zhiyuan took out the top one and put it in the old VCR next to him. After some noise and white spots, a pornographic video featuring a little girl about ten years old appeared on the screen.

Wei Zhiyuan had no interest in this. He frowned and fast-forwarded the tape, witnessing such a ridiculous thing in the world - the entire videotape was about the same little girl over and over again, and the same content over and over again, with several clumsy themes switched in a performative manner.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't feel that he was getting rid of a harm to the people, he just felt a little disgusted that there was such a person living in the world.

He had learned enough and was ready to exit the videotape and quietly leave to carry out his next plan.

Just before he was about to press the pause button, the fast-forwarded video jumped to the next clip.

These tapes were all crudely made pirated ones. The person who burned them probably accidentally mixed some other video in. The first few scenes passed by quickly due to the fast-forward effect. Wei Zhiyuan took a look and felt that the background style seemed to have changed. His hand, which was about to press the button, paused involuntarily.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

He saw two tall and strong European and American men, both dressed very coolly, saying a few irrelevant lines to the point, and then hugging each other in an ambiguous manner, kissing each other and then rolling together.

Wei Zhiyuan stopped fast-forwarding at some point and stared at the two people on the screen intently. The two male protagonists were both tall and strong, with angular muscles, and they had everything they needed... and it was definitely not fake.

And those two incomprehensible male protagonists seemed to be enjoying what they were doing!

Wei Zhiyuan stood there in a daze, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air, completely forgetting to retract it. Just as the two men in the film were grunting and cursing and getting straight to the point, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Wei Zhiyuan turned off the video recorder quickly as if struck by lightning, and stood motionless in the strange, messy living room with his breath held.

Someone outside shouted, "Collecting the electricity bill? Is anyone here?"

Wei Zhiyuan closed his eyes, clenched his fists and placed them at his sides, quietly counting his thundering heartbeats.

He took a deep breath, and the structure of the entire room flashed through his mind. He instantly selected several evacuation routes - if the person outside suddenly opened the door or...

Fortunately, the man outside waited for a while and then cursed: "No one comes once the money is collected. What kind of people are they? Pah!"

Then he seemed to be gone.

Wei Zhiyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His back was soaked with sweat, but he moved in an orderly manner. He first ejected the videotape, then carefully put the things he had moved back to their original state. Finally, he found a place for cash under a small cupboard and pulled out three hundred yuan in cash.

His heartbeat had calmed down a little, but his face was still flushed. He turned around to flatten the screen window that he had cut, then observed through the "peephole" on the door for a while, making sure that the corridor was empty and there was no one. He also made sure that the pervert did not lock the door when he left. Then he carefully pushed the door open, turned around to close it, and walked out of the corridor quietly.

Wei Zhiyuan felt like there was a fire in his heart, burning his mouth and tongue dry, as if there was something sticky entangled in him. He suspected that he was acting out of indignation and disgust, so he bought a bottle of icy Arctic Ocean on the roadside and drank it in three gulps, only then did he put out the fire.

Wei Zhiyuan returned home calmly and wrote a note to Xiaobao, saying that he was going to the city library to borrow some materials and that he didn't need to wait for him for dinner in the evening. Then he went straight to the factory where the pervert worked.

The last page of his secret notebook had the three words "Qiu Jianguo" written on it, and then a big cross was drawn on it with a red pen.

Oh, Qiu Jianguo is the name of the pedophile.

That night, Qiu Jianguo had his meal in the cafeteria as usual.

He recently set his sights on a little boy who looks like a little girl. Boys of this age are playful and run around at home during the summer vacation. Their parents are also more careless, so it is very easy for them to find opportunities and succeed more easily than girls.

Just as he finished his meal, the security guard came over with a few bottles of wine: "You bought it. They just delivered it to us."

Qiu Jianguo was stunned: "Me? I didn't buy it."

The guard vaguely knew that this man was a little abnormal. Although he didn't know what kind of abnormality he had, he instinctively didn't want to have much contact with him. So he just glanced at him indifferently and put the wine and the signed list in front of him: "It's yours, your name - if it wasn't you who bought it, who bought it? I've paid for it, more than three hundred, it's quite expensive."

After the guard finished speaking, he didn't want to pay any attention to him. He just told him to deliver the signature form to the message room before leaving get off work, and then left.

Qiu Jianguo checked the list and found that it was a delivery order from a nearby pub that he often visited. It was indeed his name, so there was no problem.

He thought that maybe he remembered the wrong person's name when delivering the goods. The people who usually went to the pub were regular customers, so this was very likely to happen. Anyway, the money had been paid, and he would be a bastard not to take advantage of the opportunity. If someone came to him, he would just push it off and say it was the pub's fault.

So he accepted the wine with a clear conscience, stayed and drank it, with a small dish of peanuts. After three bottles of wine, he was drunk as a puddle, lying on the recliner in a heap, without any awareness that he was working, and neglecting his duties as a matter of course.

Just when he was half asleep and half awake, the man heard a "click". He ignored it and just turned over.

After a while, he heard the little girl's crisp voice.

It's the kind of sound that's undeveloped and so tender that you can squeeze water out of it.

He was enjoying himself, half drunk, when he suddenly reacted, his eyes turned red, and he sat up abruptly.

He heard the sound coming from outside the door. The little girl seemed to be talking to herself, humming a few lines of a song from time to time, accompanied by the sound of tiny, seemingly skipping footsteps.

He knew that in the staff dormitory of the workshop in front, there was a female worker and her eight-year-old daughter living there. Every time he saw the little girl, he felt itchy inside, but he was very cautious and rarely attacked people around him, so he had to hold it in.

But right now...it's late at night and everyone is asleep.

The brain heated by the alcohol exploded.

The man's hair stood up with excitement. He licked his lips thirstily and rubbed his crotch impatiently. Then he stood up. He was still drunk and his eyes were white. He walked forward with a heavy head and light feet, following the sound that came and went.

As he walked, he felt a chill all over his body. The man shivered and became somewhat sober. He frowned and realized that this was a low-temperature cold storage for storing meat products. There was a rustling sound coming from inside.

The man regained some consciousness and said to the inside: "Hey, you can't just go into the cold storage!"

The little girl seemed to mumble something, but her voice was too low for him to hear clearly. The man's throat rolled up and down obscenely, and his reason struggled hard against desire for a moment, but desire won.

He glanced at the big clock at the door of the warehouse. There was still more than an hour before the shift change at midnight. He knew that new inventory could be put into the cold storage at any time during the day, and the door was not locked with a "big lock" but only a "small lock". All the inside staff had the key. Only when the shift changed in the second half of the night would the shift changer lock the door with a big lock, and it would be opened on time at six in the morning of the next day.

More than an hour is enough to do a lot.

He softened his voice: "Little sister, you can't barge in here, come out with uncle quickly, uncle will take you to eat delicious food..."

He walked straight in without noticing that the clock at the door of the cold storage had already stopped.

He followed the girl's voice, going deeper and deeper, and finally caught the sound - just behind a wall! The man licked his lips and took a step forward: "Got it..."

There was no little girl there, only an old cell phone that he had discarded two or three years ago, which was playing a ringtone over and over again, with an ambiguous childish voice ringing non-stop.

Suddenly, as if the battery was out, the ringing stopped.

The entire cold storage was silent.

The man was startled, and at this moment, there was a loud "bang" behind him - he was very familiar with that sound, it was the sound of his colleague closing the outer door and the big lock falling!

Wait! It's not even shift change time yet, why would someone lock the door now?

The man quickly ran to the door and shouted at the top of his lungs: "There are still people inside! Let me out! Let me out!"

After midnight, Wei Zhiyuan burned his secret notebook, went straight home, spread out a thick stack of calculation papers he had written before on the bed, and pretended to be very hardworking - neither grandma nor Xiaobao had ever been to the library, so no one knew what time it closed.

His body was wet with dew from outside, and he thought he had become such a bad guy that he would not be able to sleep. But as soon as his head touched the pillow, he immediately felt comfortable all over. He put Wei Qian's pillow next to him, as if his elder brother was right beside him...

Wei Zhiyuan fell asleep in such a comfortable state mixed with guilt and worries. He had a vague dream. He dreamed that his brother was lying on the bed looking at him, wearing only an unbuttoned shirt. Although he had so many scars on his body, they did not destroy the lines of his handsome body at all.

Wei Qian's eyes resembled his mother's, but there was a clear and sharp look in them. His nose was high, and there was a certain... indescribable smile on his lips that came from Wei Zhiyuan's imagination.

When Wei Zhiyuan saw his exposed body, the sticky feeling in his heart seemed to come back again. The young man walked over like a possessed person, and suddenly he was obsessed with the idea of ​​touching him in an unrighteous way.

The elder brother in the dream just glanced at him lazily and actually let him touch him as he pleased. Wei Zhiyuan became uncontrollably excited and couldn't help but develop some kind of stranger and deeper desire.

Wei Zhiyuan was awakened by a string of phone calls. He sat up abruptly, his expression blank for a second, his heart surging like a tsunami.

His lower body felt cold. After hesitating for a moment, he got out of bed awkwardly and picked up the phone.

"Hello……"

"I." A familiar voice came from the receiver, a little hoarse. "You haven't woken up yet, have you? Something happened to my brother before, so my phone is temporarily unavailable. Tell grandma not to worry, I'll be back in two days."

Wei Zhiyuan didn't know how he finished answering the phone call. He felt numb all over.