I don't know how I came up with the idea.

But at that moment, the thought suddenly rushed to my brain like a bubble, and as the thought popped up, my heart beat faster again.

It's not that I haven't read some obscure novels or films that have been cultivated, and it's not that YY has one day been able to lock a girl in a dark basement and train her to be a maid who only knows how to serve her master's bed. This may be the inevitable idea of every masturbating man. So when this thought appeared, I myself was shocked, but this thought seemed to take root in my evil heart at that moment, and it grew rapidly.

I confess, take the baby girl away and train her to be my woman...... Such an idea has a fatal attraction like a poison.

But is it possible? Do you do that...... Is it realistic?

I've never been a good person, and I'm definitely not a good person or a normal person, so at that moment, I don't know what kind of foolishness I made, and I really did that stupid thing that made me regret it for the rest of my life.

I grabbed the baby girl on the ground, quickly put her in the side basket of the bicycle next to me, and then jumped on the bicycle frantically and pedaled in the direction of home.

The wind was blowing in my ears, and I was very familiar with the way home, and there was a relatively hidden and less crowded suburban road where I could go around the main road and get home undetected.

As long as I ride fast, I can run away quickly even if the baby girl cries a lot.

A series of plans instantly took shape in my mind as if they had been prepared in advance. And I'm ...... But I did it according to the precise plan in my head that I don't know where it came from.

And it turns out...... Everything went very well. Along the way, I was worried about being discovered by curious or righteous passers-by, and I was surprisingly lucky not to arouse anyone's suspicion, the only thing that worried me was just a cleaner sweeping the floor on the road, and my whole heart was mentioned when I saw the aunt from afar, but when I saw her not even raising her head after hearing the baby girl's cry, I knew it was an opportunity, and then I pedaled wildly, and the bicycle whistled past her like a gust of wind, and then ...... Home, close at hand.

At that time, I had no idea that while I was avoiding the eyes of countless passers-by, I was also beginning to hide from the world.

I don't know, in fact, since then, I have already embarked on a road of no return.

Rushing all the way home. I towed my bike to the underground garage as fast as I could. My family lives in a villa area in the suburbs, which is kind of suburban, close to a river that crosses the city, and close to the dam. Although the scenery is beautiful, it has only been developed in the last few years, and the urban area has not yet been developed, so it is inaccessible, and there is a good distance between the villas, so I am not too worried about the cry of the baby girl being heard.

My house has a garage with one floor above ground and two floors underground, and there is also a warehouse in the garage. Usually my dad's car is parked in the above-ground garage, and my bike is parked in the basement. As for the second basement floor, there is basically no parking there, except for the warehouse that I used to store textbooks from elementary school to high school.

This time, I dragged my bike all the way to the garage on the second basement floor.

I found the warehouse in the basement garage, and then broke into the warehouse that I had abandoned for many years with the baby girl in my arms in my arms.

It's what I think is the most hidden place.

That's where I decided to temporarily place this baby girl.

Discarded babies and abandoned warehouses...... In the dark, maybe there really is something called fate.

When I turned on the lights in the dusty warehouse, the baby girl was still crying.

The empty underground garage infinitely amplifies the cry of the baby girl, and the clear cry echoes thousands of times in the underground garage, turning into a desolate and miserable symphony, deafening.

I was worried that someone would hear the baby girl's cry, so I put the baby girl down and ran out of the garage to take a look, only to find that the sound insulation was not excellent but it was okay, and then I was slightly relieved.

Listening from the ground, the cry of the baby girl is like a kitten in the distance, although it can be heard, but it is difficult to distinguish the direction, if it is not for someone who can listen to it, it is estimated that it will be thought that it is from a distant family and will not pay attention to the underground garage. Of course, once you get to the basement level, the sound is heavy. Because the garage is too quiet and empty, even the slightest sound is very loud.

And to the second basement floor...... If someone really comes, I am afraid that the baby girl will be found as soon as possible.

Within a certain range, the penetrating power of the baby's voice is strong and terrifying.

Dad doesn't come back every day, he has a few houses in Anhui, and recently went on a business trip to Anhui to negotiate land prices with a few real estate people I met there, so it is impossible to come back for the time being, which is more reassuring to me.

As for my mom...... How many years ago, I didn't have a mother.

And I don't have any friends, so they can't come to me out of nowhere. And I don't have a security nanny or anything like that, no one will go to my underground garage to investigate, unless it's a thief, but if it's really a thief, he dares to report it?

Anyway, after thinking about it a lot, I was sure that no one would suddenly break into my house to check on the baby's cry, so I was a little relieved.

Back in the basement garage, I found a plastic box full of my textbooks, emptied all the books inside, and stuffed the baby girl with the swaddling clothes into the box.

Smelling the urine on the baby girl's body, she considered her next move.

However, after thinking about it again, I was completely at a loss.

I don't know anything about taking care of a baby, and I'm not a young woman, so I can't feed her or anything. And the baby girl was crying so much at the moment, I don't know what's going on.

I stared dumbfounded at the baby girl in the box who hadn't even opened her eyes yet, in a daze.

But as the smell of urine on the baby girl's body became heavier, I suddenly realized that the reason why the baby girl was crying so much was probably because of incontinence.

Logically, if I am the biological parent of this baby girl, then should I change her diaper?

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Diaper changing?

I felt a headache and chills.

Let's not say that I don't have a cleanliness fetish, but if I really want to change it, then I'm afraid I'll have to buy diapers first. Then, if I really have that perverted idea of adopting this baby girl, then I have to go buy the necessities like milk powder......

Can I do it?

Do I dare to go to the store in front of countless passers-by to buy milk powder, diapers, and baby products?

At that moment, my heart beat wildly again, and I picked up the baby girl from the small alley, and almost exhausted the courage of my life. I don't seem to have that much courage to do that much again.

Looking at the crying baby girl in the box, I was silent.

Because I suddenly realized that it was simply an impossible question for me to adopt her.

This is not like an equation in mathematics that has a standard answer, and there is no solution to this problem.

I don't know exactly how much it costs to feed someone, but I know that at my current age, with my current status, I can't do it at all.

To feed her, I have to buy milk powder, shower gel, bottles, diapers, and even a lot of baby clothes, shoes, and later cradles, toys. Although I still have a lot of pocket money given to me, I know that I will never be able to afford it in the long run.

And. Can I really hide this baby girl? I just locked her in the basement for one, five, 10 years...... Or even for a lifetime?

Who will take care of her every day, who will teach her to speak and teach her to read? After that, she will go to kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school and even university......

Can I afford that?

What's more...... Why the hell am I raising her?

Is it because of those obscure and evil thoughts in my heart, I want to raise her to become my woman, become my plaything, just like the plot of countless men's fantasy novels?

So, I would like to ask two questions. In case of...... I mean, in case this baby girl is an ugly girl in the future, can I continue to take care of her?

In addition, when she is old and yellow, and her color is declining, can I still take care of her wholeheartedly and not abandon her?

The countless questions suddenly made me realize how stupid and unrealistic my idea of picking up the baby girl was.

Raising a person is definitely not about having a pet cat or pet dog.

There is a price to pay and a hard time...... It's just too big, too big.

"Sure enough...... Should she still be sent to an orphanage?"

At that moment, my heart really faltered.

I'm a student, I'm a high school student, I have to go to and from school on time every day, even considering that there is a two-hour lunch break from 11:30 to 1:30 at noon, and my school time is almost 9 hours, I can't have much time to take care of baby girls, unless I skip class every day, but I know it's definitely not going to last. And the end result of my insistence on raising this baby girl will only be to starve her to death.

After much thought, I finally decided to give up on adopting the baby girl, wait a few days and then go to the police, hand over the baby girl to JC, and let them deal with it. I don't want to care about the rest.

Thinking of this, I felt calm, but the baby's unstoppable cry made me feel very irritable.

Anyway, let's give her a bath first.

I'm still a virgin, I've never been a father, and I've never seen other parents raise and take care of babies, but I've at least watched some TV shows where the midwives take a big tub with warm water to bathe the baby. So I'm going to copy it too. But there was no big wooden basin at home, so I finally had to find a red plastic bucket from the kitchen, which was filled with hot water from the water heater up to 65 degrees, almost half an arm, and I staggered to the underground warehouse with the bucket in my right hand and a pack of Persian brand napkins and a bath towel in my left hand.