Two more days passed. I thought everything was over, and I could sleep at night without any problem.

That day was the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.

I was watching TV at home with my mother and younger sister when my father hurriedly came in from outside and said, "I heard that the fool from the neighboring village is missing. Let's go help find him."

For a moment, my mind went blank.

I hurriedly asked, "How long has he been missing?"

My mother, who was sitting next to me, said curiously, "Why are you in such a hurry? This isn't the first time the fool has gone missing. Maybe he'll come back by himself in the afternoon."

Realizing that I had overreacted, I pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's the New Year, we should be more worried."

My father said, "This time it's different. He has been missing for three days. The first two days it was only rumored in their village, but now they have started searching in nearby villages."

Three days? It has been three days since the evening of the third day of the Lunar New Year.

Could it be just a coincidence?

"Let's help find him too. Hopefully, he went out to play and got lost, forgetting the way back home."

As we were speaking, the whole family rushed out of the house.

Just as we stepped outside, my cousin, who looked anxious, came running towards us.

I quickly went up to him and gave him a signal with my eyes. "You heard too?"

My cousin understood and replied, "Yes, I heard. Let's go search together."

On the way, more and more people joined the search party, and I was lost in my thoughts, gradually falling behind at the end of the line.

Suddenly, I felt my sleeve being tugged. I looked down, and it was my seven-year-old sister.

She looked up and whispered, "Brother, I saw it, and I won't tell anyone."

I crouched down and looked into her eyes. "What did you see?"

"That night, I was awakened by the sound of thunder. I got up to get some water and saw you filling a hole through the window."

I instantly relaxed and gestured, "You know about that gun, right? I buried it, and I won't play with it anymore."

"Yes, I won't tell anyone about the buried gun," my sister said earnestly.

Then she added seriously, "No one will say anything. Hmm... not even mom and dad."

For the first time in my life, I was a little afraid to look directly into my sister's clear eyes.