The next morning, there was a little bit of dust on the child's clothes.
On another occasion, he found a pigeon in the corner of the house, but it was already dead, its neck had been snapped, and its blood had been sucked dry.
The hole in its chest didn't look like something a rat or any other animal could have made.
He remembered hearing the sound of wings flapping, and the child was unusually well-behaved the next day.
Most importantly, a few days ago when he went to the neighboring city to buy things, a fortune teller told him that his forehead was dark, which meant that something unclean had entered his house.
His wife's overeating and weight loss during pregnancy, and the various inexplicable things about the child, made it hard for him not to think in that direction.
What is before us might not be a simple child, but some kind of monster in human skin?
Today he turns pigeons into his own food. What if one day, while they are sleeping, he takes them as his prey?
The thought of such a possibility made him uneasy.
"Could it be you? But how could a child be some kind of evil spirit?"
He muttered to himself softly, then touched the child's face and brushed his hand across the neck.
The child also "coincidentally" woke up at this time, and grabbed his palm with two little hands.
"Giggle..."
The radiant smile and the warmth of her hands made the man hesitate once again.
Your father has given up on the idea of getting rid of you, but he is still worried about you.
Even though you became more well-behaved in the following days, your presence still made him feel uneasy.
He finally made up his mind. Even though his paternal instincts prevented him from killing you, he would find a way to get you out of this house.
[Behind his wife's back, he secretly carried you out, then put you down in a conspicuous place.]
"There are quite a few people coming and going here, you might even run into other people's homes."
Don't blame me, I really don't know what you are. Ever since you came to my house, there hasn't been any peace here.
When he put the baby down, he was still muttering to the child. The child didn't say a word, but just stared at him with wide eyes.
Goodbye, no, goodbye forever.
With a turn of his head, the man disappeared around the corner. He hoped that this matter would end there, and that he would have to think of a way to appease his wife when he got back.
"call……"
The streets were deserted, with only a gust of wind blowing by. Because of the swaddling clothes and the child's good health, he didn't feel uncomfortable.
He didn't shout or yell; he just looked at the sky and then turned his head to look at his surroundings.
His eyes kept darting around, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
After a while, more people gathered around, but although many saw the swaddling clothes, they did nothing.
The Zhou family was now quite well-off; most people have to work hard just to make ends meet.
This is a child I don't even know, abandoned here. I don't know if he has some incurable disease. Who would be willing to take the risk of raising him?
The child did nothing in response, but started shouting when the crowd grew larger.
"Wow...wow...wow..."
The crying was tinged with sadness, making one want to go and see what was happening. Three people came up to him, but he hesitated and left.
The fourth person appeared only after the child was hidden by the shadow.
"Whose child is this? How could they be so heartless as to just leave them here?"
"Forget it, I'm an old man with no one else at home. Maybe this kid can take care of me in my old age?"
Abandoned, yet adopted, the gears of your destiny begin to turn.
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