[ Mother's Love ] According to China's family planning policy, a couple can only have one child. Because Qin Baoguo was born with an extra urethra between his legs, Baoguo's mother, who has traditional male-preference ideology, loves Baoguo even more. Her love is not ordinary. The mother bought Baoguo all kinds of high-end baby products, such as diapers, milk powder, strollers, etc., everything he needed. Yesterday, the mother even went to the supermarket and bought Baoguo a "Dynamic Superhero." Because today is Baoguo's birthday. "Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You...," the mother sang the birthday song. Baoguo sat in the stroller holding his beloved "Dynamic Superhero," with a happy smile on his face. "Mom, mom, I want to drink milk." "Okay, mom bought your favorite Dumizhi yesterday!" Soon after, the mother handed Baoguo a bottle filled with milk. Baoguo took it and drank it all at once. "I want more, mom, I want more!" "Okay, good boy, mom will get some more." Then the mother fed Baoguo a series of rich baby foods. "Burp----" Baoguo let out a satisfied belch. "Indigestion? It's okay, mom has prepared Fenshaoguang for you. Come, eat a piece." Baoguo obediently ate a piece. "Mom, when will you shave my beard?" "Right away, Baoguo is such a hygienic good boy, hahaha, every day we need to shave the beard!" The mother shaved Baoguo's beard. "Mom, is the outside world really that scary?" "Of course it's scary, very scary. Otherwise, I would have taken you out to play thirty years ago. Home is the safest place." "Mom, am I thirty years old?" "You are already thirty-one, hahaha." "Oh, mom, mom, can you tell me the story of Snow White later?" "Of course, but we need to change the diaper first..."
[ The Photo in His Wallet ] In his wallet, there is her photo. "If you misbehave, I will come out from the photo!" After their passionate moment, she said these words with a smiling face, which were indeed a sweet threat. He looked at the photo again. The her in the photo was still so beautiful and charming. But she was no longer by his side, they had been separated for half a year. He still entered the female landlord's bedroom. He didn't come out for a long time. The next day, before going to work, he took out the photo again, out of habit. She was indeed gone, and there was only a mysterious shadow left in the photo. He was terrified all day, finally safely returned to his residence. At his residence, there were many police officers. The female landlord was found dead in her bedroom, her head cut off. He took out the photo, and her graceful figure returned to the photo. In her hand, she held the female landlord's head.
[ Sisters ] She saw him at her mother's funeral. A slim figure, a handsome face, star-like bright eyes full of endless sorrow. She wanted to be looked at by those eyes forever. However, she got too excited and forgot to ask his name. She was eager to see him again, unwilling to wait even a moment. Therefore, she took a knife and walked into her sister's bedroom. At her sister's funeral, she saw him again as expected. He was still as slim and handsome, still with that indelible sorrow. However, his arm was around her sister's waist. She blankly watched her sister faintly smiled at her, "Sister, I saw him that day too. But I knew he wasn't alive. So, I was so happy when you came in with the knife because if you kill me, I could see him."
[ A Flower in a Pot ] She was a beautiful flower, neither precious nor splendid, fresh and elegant like orchids. But the owner liked her, carefully planted her in a pretty pot, and placed her on the warm balcony. Every morning before going to work, the owner would come to water her and wipe the dust off her leaves. After dinner, the owner would sit on the balcony and mutter in front of her. He bought her the best fertilizer, and more importantly, she was the only flower in the owner's house. Since having her, the owner never grew any other flowers. She was glad about her luck, and her heart was full of happiness. The owner truly loved her! However, life is not always perfect, and she also had painful times. When the owner went to work, the house was eerily quiet. She could only look up at a piece of sky through the glass window, which was always grayish. Her only neighbors, the round table and rattan chair, always coldly looked at her, ignoring her. Maybe they envied the owner's favor towards her. She spent her days like this: in the morning, basking in the sun, drowsy in the sunlight; at noon, waking up, looking at the dull sky, then falling asleep again... Occasionally, she hummed softly, only softly, fearing to provoke more dissatisfaction from her neighbors. Her most meaningful thing was expectation. From the morning, she expected the night to come quickly so that her beloved owner would come back to accompany her. Time passed slowly in expectation. Happiness was so brief, writing to the end was the hardest. Expectation was so painful. But this was her whole life. Days passed like this.
Suddenly one day, her life underwent a small change. A little fly appeared from somewhere, landed on her leaf, and leisurely basked in the sun. Annoying fly, she shook her leaf to drive it away. But the fly stubbornly clung to her leaf and laughed saying, "Beautiful flower sister, don't drive me away. Let me stay here for a while, okay? I'll tell you stories!" She turned her face away, refusing to listen. But the little fly started talking nonstop: "Do you know, we flies are very tiny, right! Honestly, we are afraid of people. But one time, I climbed up the utility pole and saw those people on the road, haha, they were just ants, the funniest part is, I didn't understand why they were stuck inside 'shells' (cars), then those shells jammed together, unable to move. Haha!" The flower couldn't help but laugh and turned her head to listen attentively.
"Flower sister, your flowers smell so good! Do you know what smells even better? It's from the small houses by the roadside, it's the scent of cakes. How tempting! Once, I sneaked into a glass showcase and lay on a soft cake, just licking two bites. A girl glared at me and rushed over, fanning me fiercely with a fan, ow! It made me dizzy. Humans are so stingy! There were so many delicious things, I just licked two bites, it's not worth taking my life, right, flower sister!" Little fly's stories were so interesting, he was no longer disgusting to the flower. The flower thought, "Are the things the little fly said true? Is the outside world really so lively and interesting? Unfortunately, I can't see anything." Thus, she asked the little fly to come every day to tell her stories. The enthusiastic little fly agreed because he felt the flower was really lonely.
Afterwards, the little fly would come every day to tell her about his travels and adventures outside. Once, he even brought her a piece of bread crumb to taste, though she couldn't eat it. But the appearance of the little fly made her world seem much broader. A wish was slowly growing: she longed to go outside! Even being planted in a flower bed by the roadside would be fine, where she could have companions to chat and play with, see all sorts of interesting things on the road that the little fly talked about, dance when the wind comes, and take a refreshing bath when the rain comes...
The wish was unfulfilled, but tragedy struck. One afternoon, while the little fly was enthusiastically telling a story, she was listening intently. They didn't notice that the owner had appeared on the balcony. The owner shouted, "Detestable fly, how dare you land on my pure flower!" The little fly was scared and flew up, perhaps he was so frightened that he lost direction and couldn't find the exit. At this moment, the owner swung the swatter and chased after him. With a slap, the little fly's body was smashed against the wall, then his corpse rolled down to the ground. The flower didn't have time to scream, she only saw the small stain on the wall, the black dot expanding, expanding, she only felt everything turning dark...
The little fly was gone, and the flower's life returned to normal. The difference was that the owner added a glass cover to her, thinking that this way, the detestable flies wouldn't bother his beloved flower anymore.
He still loved the flower as much as ever, but he didn't notice that the flower was beginning to wither bit by bit.
[ Ghost Doll ]. One afternoon, a group of children were playing games in the residential compound. What game were they playing? Ghosts coming, ghosts coming, little ghosts grabbing little dolls.... The rule was that one person would be the ghost, the others would be the little dolls. When a little doll was caught, it would turn into a ghost and help the first ghost catch the other little dolls. This continued until only one little doll was left, then they would start eating it. Mingming was lucky this time and wasn't caught several times in a row. Finally, only he was left. All the other children had turned into ghosts. They surrounded Mingming. At this moment, Mingming showed a fearful expression looking at his usually friendly friends........ That evening, Mingming's parents began searching everywhere for their child. They reported to the police. The police checked every household and asked the gatekeeper grandpa and grandma, none of them had seen Mingming. Mingming's parents were almost desperate, and the police had no leads either. However, they overlooked some people - Mingming's playmates. Xiao Hua, a child who became the second-to-last ghost today, seeing the police and Mingming's parents anxiously looking for Mingming, laughed, "Hehehe, uncle and auntie won't find Mingming~~!" Xiao Hua's parents hurriedly pulled him back home, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Xiao Hua's parents severely criticized him. Xiao Hua, feeling wronged, returned to his room. At this moment, he suddenly laughed. That laugh was very frightening, not something that should appear on the face of a seven or eight-year-old child. Xiao Hua opened the drawer, inside were a pair of bloody eyeballs. At this moment, Xiao Hua spoke again, "Mingming, did you see your parents? Hehe, tomorrow I'll eat you clean~!"
That night, I had a dream. In the dream, I was walking on the road by the river near our neighborhood. I saw a crowd gathered ahead. Some people were shouting, some laughing, some crying. I went over to take a look. A child had fallen into the water. Why didn't anyone around dare to save him? Thinking about it, I decided to go and save the child. Just as I reached the riverside, I stopped. The child wasn't drowning by himself, clearly, there were hands pressing down on the child's shoulders, pushing him under the water continuously. At this moment, the child had already sunk to the point where only his hands were visible. At this moment, I noticed that the child's right hand was missing a little finger. I don't know why I could see so clearly, I just knew that I was anxious, shouting loudly, "Why aren't you calling the police? Call the police~!" Shouting, shouting, a bell sound woke me up. It was just a dream. Lying in bed, I weakly looked at the clock, it was only five-thirty. But I was no longer sleepy. I got up wearing my pajamas, brushed my teeth, washed my face, grabbed some food randomly, and started watching TV. Although living alone is monotonous, it's not entirely boring, at least I still have a broken TV and an old computer... Such a life, I've gotten used to it. If you don't watch TV, time passes very slowly. Before I knew it, it was nine-thirty. I decided to go out and buy some stuff, otherwise, I'd have to go down again at noon. Wearing my clothes, I walked downstairs, looking at the bright yet sunless sky. Because it was winter, I reluctantly shivered and continued walking out. As I was approaching the entrance to my home, I remembered last night's dream and couldn't help but feel a chill. What does it mean? Just as I was thinking about it, something happened ahead. A daily occurring car accident was exposed in front of me. A black Toyota splashed blood everywhere. People around were discussing: "Tsk, tsk, crossing the road without looking, how old is the kid? Is the driver capable of driving? The child is so young..." ... Hearing this, I suddenly remembered something and rushed into the crowd. Looking closely, my first reaction was seeing the child's right hand. He was missing a little finger. I was scared. I didn't want to buy anything anymore and went straight home. After returning home, I felt my body heating up, uncomfortable all over, my chest began to feel tight. I ran to the bed, took off my clothes, and fell asleep unknowingly. The dream reappeared. It was the same scene, the same group of people. Only this time, I wasn't standing far away, I directly entered the crowd. Pushing through the crowd, I saw the child struggling in the water. I was angry. I don't know why the me in the dream knew anger. I roared, "Let him go, he's just a child. What grudge do you have, to vent it on an innocent child? You beast!" While cursing intensely, the owner of the hands holding the child's shoulders emerged from the water. The moment he surfaced, I went crazy. I couldn't describe the shocked expression. At this moment, all the people in the dream also looked at me. Their gaze was an ill-intentioned smirk. The person continuously pushing the child underwater looked exactly like me. No, that was me... I killed that child. That child was killed by me. The next day, the police cracked a major murder case in Area C of our city in XX Neighborhood. The murderer was an adult male. According to the police report, the man suffered from long-term depression and pedophilia. Seven male child corpses were found in the man's residence, one of which, approximately five years old, had its right little finger cruelly cut off. Currently, the murderer has been arrested by the police. The police stated that when arresting the murderer, he was sleeping in bed and repeatedly muttering in his sleep: "I didn't mean to, let him go" and similar phrases. This case will be directly handled by the provincial level court.