The Secret of the Carton
The scene in front of him made Wang Qing suck in a cold breath.
There was a baby in the cardboard box. His wrinkled face was twitching as he tried his best to howl.
What was going on?
Why did a baby appear out of nowhere in his backyard?
This was illogical!
Where were the child's parents?
Where did he go?
Wait a minute…
Wang Qing's mind was in a mess. He didn't have time to deal with the crying baby in the cardboard box.
Because he thought of something even more terrifying.
The remaining six boxes.
They also cried at the same time.
The cries were high and low, long and short.
Together, it was comparable to the Pastoral Sonata of van Gogh.
The alcohol in his blood instantly evaporated.
He had completely sobered up.
Wang Qing's brain regained its ability to think logically.
He decisively opened the remaining boxes.
Without exception, they were all babies.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Seven cardboard boxes.
Seven babies.
This…
What deep hatred?
Which son of a b * tch is teasing me?
He actually set up such a big trap?
Wang Qing's heart was burning with anger.
Don't let me catch you, or I'll kill you.
He didn't have time to organize his enemies list in his heart.
It was midsummer, but the temperature at night was still a little low.
Worried that the babies in the cardboard boxes would catch a cold, Wang Qing carried the cardboard boxes into the house.
One trip, two trips…
He moved seven times.
In the living room.
Wang Qing did not dare to take the child out without permission.
In his 20 years of life, he had never held a child other than a girl, let alone a meatball-like baby.
After calming himself down for a while, he took out his phone and pressed three buttons.
" Hello, 110 police service desk, this is 281, please go ahead…"
Wang Qing was just about to organize his words when he saw a few paper boxes with notes in them.
"Sorry. The child at home was sleepwalking and had accidentally called.”
He hung up the phone, not caring about the clumsy excuse he made up at the last minute.
It was better not to call the police for the time being and look at the note in the cardboard box first.
To be cautious, Wang Qing picked up the marker on the coffee table and wrote the numbers from one to seven on the carton.
He took out a note from the first box.
When he opened it, he almost peed.
The handwriting on the note was printed.
"Born on the 2nd of March, 2021.
Prince Charming.
Father: Wang Qing."
Nothing.
In a few simple lines, it stated the baby's birth date, gender, and father's name.
There was nothing more shocking than the information in this note.
Wang Qing still used a marker to write the number 1 on the note.
He was afraid that he would get the wrong information about the child when he called the police.
This must be a prank.
With this thought in mind, he looked at the second box.
The baby in box number two was obviously tired from crying and was quieter than before.
There was also an identical piece of printed paper inside.
"Born on February 25th, 2021.
Prince Charming.
Father: Wang Qing."
When he saw 'Father: Wang Qing', his scalp went numb, but he still carefully wrote the number 2 on the note.
The remaining few boxes were exactly the same as these two.
There was a printed note inside, on which the child's birth date and father's name were written.
Wang Qing's brain was about to shut down. He numbly came to the front of the No. 7 cardboard box.
The number seven box was bigger than the previous six boxes.
He opened it and saw that the baby did not cry. Instead, he smiled at him.
Such a small baby shouldn't be able to smile.
Wang Qing remembered that a month ago, he went to visit his good brother Zhang Shuhuan's newborn daughter. He teased her for a long time, but the child did not smile.
At that time, the head nurse who passed by explained, Newborn babies don't smile. That kind of smile is only caused by the rapid movement of the eyes during sleep.
However, the baby in the cardboard box opened his eyes wide and smiled at him quietly.
Wang Qing's heart sank. He felt like he was being haunted.
Why did this child look so similar to her?
He opened the note.
"April 8th, 2021.
Nvbao.
Father: Wang Qing."
The baby in this box was different from the other six boxes. It was the only girl, and she was the youngest.
The cardboard box was divided into two parts. The other part contained a few milk bottles, a can of milk powder, and a few diapers.
There was nothing else.
The thought of dialing 110 again was extinguished by the new round of crying from the babies.
Wang Qing patted the chest of the baby who was crying the loudest with one hand and searched on his phone with the other.
What was with the baby crying?
Babies would cry when they were hungry and needed to be fed.
So, these little ones were crying together. Was it very likely that they were hungry?
Wang Qing took out the items from the No. 7 box.
It was the middle of the night, who was he going to find? There was no way to ask for help.
He could only brace himself.
He opened the milk powder can, took a spoonful of milk powder, and poured it into the milk bottle.
He filled the milk bottle with hot water from the water dispenser.
"It's so hot. It'll take a while for it to cool down?”Wang Qing touched the temperature of the milk bottle and blew on it to cool it down.
Suddenly, a voice that was neither male nor female sounded in her ear.
"Brother, do you know how to make milk powder?？”
Who…?
I told you there was a ghost…
Ghost…
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