"Crack—"

Xia Che thought he was mentally prepared, but after hearing this, he realized that he was still not prepared enough.

His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and the force was so great that his knuckles even made a crisp cracking sound.

I thought this was the result, but I never expected to get such an answer.

"So... the body found at the construction site was... that child? Not Feng Yang's?"

Xia Che pursed his lips, the dryness in his throat causing his voice to distort slightly.

"No, that body is indeed Feng Yang's."

The mosquito was smoking, its eyes slightly narrowed.

"Only one body? Then you still say Feng Yang killed the child, so... where is the body?"

Xia Che was getting anxious. If Feng Yang also did what Mosquito did and dumped the body in some unknown place, wouldn't it have remained undiscovered until now, left to rot in the wilderness?

Regardless of the era, leaving a corpse to rot in the wilderness is the most inhumane way. Even in ancient times, enemies with deep hatred might choose to leave each other's corpses in the wild and let them be exposed to the sun, but after venting their anger, they would still bury them in the ground, and those with a conscience might even erect a tombstone.

But whatever the possibility, it would be too cruel for this kind and good child.

"Let me finish speaking, why are you in such a hurry?"

Mosquito, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, continued to recall: "The accident happened on that day... Feng Yang was gambling with some hooligans from his school. He lost too much and lost all of his allowance for the week. That's just how he is. He has all the flaws that a bad guy should have. He has a bad temper and gets easily carried away. He couldn't resist his friends' encouragement and just gambled away all his money. When he went out, he didn't have a single penny left."

"But he was also very petty and couldn't accept defeat. For him, losing money was never his fault; he blamed others for winning his money. He could only win, not lose, but he did lose, and he lost everything. If he didn't vent this anger, he would feel terrible... So, as usual, he went to find that good kid."

“After experiencing so much bullying, the good kid understood that resistance was useless. Even if he told the teacher, he would only get the evaluation of ‘it takes two to tango’ and would be scolded. Moreover, once Feng Yang found out that he had told the teacher, the next beating would be even more severe. So he dared not resist and silently endured Feng Yang’s beatings.”

"He was used to this kind of forbearance, but this time it was different. That bastard Feng Yang... wasn't satisfied with just beating him to vent his anger. He wanted to vent, but beating him was no longer enough for him, so that bastard... that beast..."

Mosquito sniffed. No matter how much time had passed, bringing this up again would still bring his emotions to a peak. "He took that good boy to the woods behind the school, dug a hole, and buried him."

"Feng Yang really liked watching TV dramas about cracking down on organized crime, but he didn't like the law enforcement officers in them. He only admired violence, so the villains in the dramas were his idols. Digging pits to bury people was a method he learned from TV dramas, which was often used by gang leaders to punish traitors. But TV dramas are all fake, and no one dies. Feng Yang, who was blinded by anger at the time, obviously did not realize this."

"He buried the good boy who dared not resist in the ground and hit his head with a shovel. Feng Yang did not hold back and hit his head until it bled... It was only when the blood kept gushing out and the other person screamed in terror that he finally came to his senses."

"After realizing what he had done, seeing the blood all over the ground and his classmates who had fainted from the pain, Feng Yang felt fear for the first time. He was afraid of going to jail and being scolded by his teachers and parents, so... he actually ran away."

Mosquito lowered its head, its ferocious expression resembling that of a wild beast ready to devour its prey: "He's made such a huge mess, and he actually ran away! If he had just been taken to the hospital in time, everything could have been saved! The poor child was buried there for more than half an hour until he met me. Ever since I met that child, I've made it a habit to buy vegetables from their family's vegetable stall. But that day, I didn't see the child at all. I felt something was wrong, so I kept looking... until I found the back mountain, and that's when he was rescued."

"But by the time I found out, it was too late. The child was taken to the hospital too late and missed the best time for rescue. Because of the long time he was hit on the head with a shovel, the violent impact, and the suffocation from being buried in the soil, he became a vegetable. Although his life was saved, according to the doctor, it is very difficult for him to wake up again in his life."

"What difference would it make if someone like that were dead?"

"The most ridiculous thing is that there were no eyewitnesses at the time, and the fingerprints of Feng Yang extracted from the shovel were covered up by the lie left by the other party when he was on duty. No one would have imagined that a child would lie in front of law enforcement officers without blushing or skipping a beat, so the police station did not investigate and just treated it as an accident."

Mosquito rubbed his face in pain, and muffled growls escaped from between his fingers like a wild beast: "...How could a child buried in the ground for so long be considered an accident? I was already suspicious at the time, but my identity couldn't be exposed. I took the child to the hospital and left. Since then, I have been looking for clues and gradually learned everything that Feng Yang had done, including the truth of that day."

"But... what good is it to know the truth? Do I dare to go to the police station and expose all of this? Even if law enforcement knows everything, will they really let Feng Yang receive the punishment he deserves when facing a minor offender? These doubts lingered in my mind, keeping me up all night."

“I couldn’t sleep all night long. I even lost interest in committing the crime. All I could think about was that poor child who shouldn’t have to suffer all of this. The real culprit who caused him to become a vegetable should not be allowed to get away with it. The good person is bedridden while the culprit is free and at ease. Is that right?”

"Finally, one early morning, I couldn't sleep and secretly went to the hospital. Through the window of the ward, I saw a child lying on the bed, without a trace of life, and an old man sleeping soundly beside him, exhausted. I went in, and the old man's face was covered with wet tears... At that moment, I understood."

The mosquito slowly raised its head, moved its palm away, and revealed a pair of bright red eyes that radiated a bloodthirsty aura.