Zhao Mou didn't know when he'd fallen asleep.
Or rather, he'd passed out in sheer terror.
When his senses returned, he opened his eyes to find it was already the next day. Sunlight spilled in through the window, making the row of wooden carvings along the sill gleam.
Wait, carvings?
Zhao Mou jolted, instantly wide awake as he remembered everything that had happened the night before.
He instinctively turned to look at A Jiu, but the bed was empty.
He looked around. There was no sign of A Jiu anywhere in the house, either.
"What time is it..." Zhao Mou muttered. He hurried out of bed and went to the window to look outside. Judging by the sun's position, it was already noon.
Strange. A Jiu wasn't in the courtyard, either.
He never went out. Where could he have gone at this hour?
Zhao Mou instinctively worried, but then he reached over and pinched his arm hard, sneering at himself inwardly.
Why worry about him? He was capable of killing the neighbors. Who knew how many times he'd already gone out!
Last night's fear came rushing back a beat late. He'd passed out so quickly that he hadn't even had time to think about how he was supposed to live from now on, or how he could face his monstrous little brother.
Still, A Jiu hadn't hurt him in the end. Maybe if he pretended he hadn't noticed anything, he and his brother could keep relying on each other as they always had...
Right, the neighbors had ended up like that... Should he report it to the authorities?
Even if he did, faced with such a strange scene, the officers probably wouldn't connect it to A Jiu... No, no. Better not get involved.
With his thoughts in a muddle, Zhao