On a smoggy Sunday, the number of people going out of the city was more than half. The small park, built on the edge of the neighborhood, should have been noisy, but now there are no dancing songs roaring from the loudspeakers, the thud of basketballs hitting the ground, the crying and laughter of children, and the occasional whipping that breaks through the peace. In the huge square, except for a few old people sitting alone on the benches in a daze, there were only passers-by who hurried by. This was probably the only benefit that the bad weather brought to Dante, as such visibility did not prevent people from seeing each other with the naked eye.

Round-the-clock volunteers stay alone in the southeast corner of the park, which is separated from a lawn at the back of the community by a narrow car walkway, which is not often directed by people on the other side of the community. He had been there for almost twenty minutes—he couldn't be late today—and he was standing on a gym machine that practiced walking, swinging his legs nonchalantly as he peered into the middle of the park. A spread out newspaper was pressed by his hands on a horizontal bar used as a pole, and the big black headline at the top of the page above the opened page read, "Hunan No. 1 department-level official has fallen from horse."

Nearly five minutes ahead of the agreed time, he finally saw the long-awaited figure move steadily towards him. My worries were unwarranted, she came on time. As Sister Yun got closer and closer in her field of vision, Dante measured her steps, trying to find the feeling of meeting her for the first time at a foreign fast food restaurant.

But today's feeling may not be too accurate, Sister Yun is wrapped in dark brown clothes and wearing an anti-smog mask. What's more, there was a hint of reproach in her eyes. "Sister Yun, have you had lunch?" The person in charge of the center was about to walk over, and the volunteer hurriedly closed the newspaper and stepped down from the equipment to greet him, "I'm really sorry, I still trouble you to run this trip on Sunday." ”

"I've got to go back to work, so let's cut it short. Through the mask, Sister Yun's voice is not so beautiful. Dante was stunned for a moment, Fang Pin's "going to work" must not be going to the "Cheng Ai" rescue center, and was about to speak, but heard her say: "There is something I want to ask you first." "Oh, okay, you ask. "Why did I receive a text message from Zheng Haohui more than a week ago, thanking me for giving him a farewell gift, saying that I was too polite?"

Yes, Zheng Haohui returned to Hunan more than a week ago, and the newspaper in Dante's hand was three days ago. The day before boarding the train home, the lonely "stickman" received a hardcover photo album and an hourglass inlaid with the words "friendship" as souvenirs, and was told that these two things were given to him by Li Yunqing, but the person who sent them was Dante who had come to his villa that day.

"I checked the attendance record, and you happened to take leave that day, right?" "Yes, Sister Yun, I gave the gift. "I don't know why you want to send him something, but why don't you say that you want to send it to him yourself, and use it in my name? ”

Dante looked very guilty, and said in general: "I'm sorry Sister Yun, this matter depends on me from the beginning." He told about eating hot pot with Zheng Haohui that night, and tried his best to reveal Zheng Haohui's resentment towards his father to her, but did not mention how the two "sympathized with each other", but said: "I eat vigorously, and there is no check on my mouth, talking about the rescue service we have been providing to his lover, I casually boasted that he was rich and lived in a villa, but it seemed that he misunderstood that we were trying his money and scolding him, which made him very unhappy." ”

Speaking of this, Dante pretended to swallow and spat at the mouth, peeked at Li Yunqing, and saw her shaking her head gloomily, knowing that she believed her own statement, it seemed that this was indeed a mistake that Shang Yiming was prone to make. "I was afraid that he would leave a bad impression of our center, so I took it upon myself to send him these gifts in your personal name," he continued, "and told him that I would like to thank him for his trust in you and the center, that you regard him as a friend, and that I can come back to you if I need help in the future." ”

"You're so generous. Sister Yun laughed, "So judging from his text messages, has he cleared up the misunderstanding?" "Okay. Li Yunqing looked at her watch and said, "You're looking for me to explain this, right?" ......"No!" Dante interrupted her resolutely, and his face became grim, "Isn't it more convenient to say it on the phone or in a text message for this?" ”

Dante took advantage of the opportunity to help Trini write a new event notice and learned the date of Cheng Haohui's ticket through small talk. He didn't greet Zheng Haohui beforehand for this visit, and when he pushed open the butterfly-shaped big iron door and walked in and knocked on the door of the villa, he would not have thought that the people and the scene that greeted him were very different from the last time he came.

"Is that you?" was the first thing he said after knocking several times and finally opening the door. Dante almost asked "you are", because the man opposite widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide, and ten bamboo stick-like fingers spread along his chest, which really startled Dante. "Please come in. With that, Zheng Haohui turned around and strode back to the house. Dante then noticed that he was wearing a shirt and trousers. "At first, I thought he had just gotten up and opened the door for himself. ”

"It was as if he was tidying up his things to go back to his hometown, but the house was even more messy. Dante recounted to Li Yunqing with reservations what he had seen and heard that day. In fact, the villa was worse than a thief. The doors and drawers on the first floor, though few, were all opened, and the contents were turned to the floor. Dante was surprised, and saw Zheng Haohui running up to the second floor without looking back, so he chased to the staircase, and never expected to see that the stairs were scattered with snowflake-like shredded paper, and a small number of "snowflakes" gently floated down from the stairs. He picked up a few pieces of paper and identified them: there was no doubt that it was a draft of Zheng's stickman comics, but he couldn't be sure if it was the one that White Snake had seen in the studio.

"Oh my God. Li Yunqing also felt incredible. "There's something more terrible than this. "What is it?" he muttered to himself. ”

As Dante stepped on scraps of paper to the middle of the staircase, a deep and powerful whisper suddenly came from upstairs: "Mean, vile, shameless, shameless to the extreme." Dante snapped his steps, and then, slowing his movements, he groped his way up quietly, and poked his head out to look upstairs.

Zheng Haohui angrily paced from room to room, his fingers like bamboo sticks inserted into his hair for a while, scratched a few times, and rubbed his cheeks vigorously. The floor on the second floor is also covered with torn sketches, and the doorway of the studio is especially piled up. "I knew it was you! it must be you, it must be you. The "stickman" was still chanting into the air without interruption, and no matter where "you" was, his tone made people feel as if the guy was right across from him and could hear him.

His steps were a little heavy, perhaps he had been pacing like this for a long time. Suddenly, he stopped messing around, pushed open the door of the studio and got in. Soon, he came out with a draft, closed the door again, and then held it up and looked at it for two or three minutes. Now Dante can see clearly, and the painting shows the big eyes of the stickman looking down on the air in the air. "Hiss", Zheng Haohui couldn't tear the paper in half at once, obviously he was tired. "I know I can't hide, but it's too vicious and despicable for you to use such a method. He tossed the painting in his hand and paced again, "Always so cruel, always so completely plundered me, you are so ruthless, you can do it, right?" Then he gritted his teeth and chewed on some words, in the dialect of his hometown, but Dante did not understand a word.

"Then I went upstairs to give him the present, and his mood stabilized in a blink of an eye. He thanked me and you very normally and politely, and said a few polite words, talking about inviting colleagues to his hometown to play or something. The real situation did not match Dante's account, and Zheng Haohui did thank him, but he was still very anxious at the time. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you for still thinking of me. He took the boxes, and did not open them, but anxiously searched for a place where they could be placed. Finally, he stepped onto the balcony and carefully placed the two boxes on the empty stone table on which they had been drinking. "And what should I give you in return?" he said quickly, muttering as he rolled his hands over his trousers, "I don't have any good things here, so take whatever you want." He then left Dante alone and continued to move along the room. As for him texting Li Yunqing, Dante only found out today. There is another thing he still doesn't know: Why Zheng Haohui has been back for more than a week, and according to the White Snake's report, his hometown is still calm? Of course, he didn't expect an accident, but Zheng Haohui didn't make any movement that made him feel that something was wrong.

"What stimulated Zheng Haohui, why did he suddenly become like that?" Li Yunqing felt more and more terrible the more he listened. "Suddenly, what if it's not sudden?" "What does that mean, what else have you learned?" "Not an understanding, but an inference." Dante took a deep breath, scratched his chin and said, "Zheng Haohui went to the center for help, and he kept saying that he came for his wife. But it seems that none of us have ever met his wife, right, Sister Yun?" Li Yunqing recalled carefully and shook her head, she had a premonition that Dante was going to say something next. "So......" Dante said for six or seven seconds before he spoke, "perhaps it is not his wife who has a mental problem, but himself." ”

Two sparrows were chirping on the branches on the side, and an old lady in the distance was coughing up phlegm in her throat with difficulty, and these sounds occupied the hearing of the two silent people for a while, until Li Yunqing asked in a solemn tone: "Have you told Doctor Song about his performance and your inference?" "He's not in the center today, is it, it's best to contact him......" "Sister Yun, forgive me for being abrupt," Dante couldn't help but sneer, "You really don't understand why I asked you to talk to you about this alone in this place far from the center?"

Once again, the round-the-clock volunteers created a "surprise" for Sister Yun, no matter how tactful his words were. Li Yunqing's body trembled involuntarily, and his face full of astonishment turned to Dante, just in time to meet the gaze he cast, but he immediately twisted his head back. She could tell, however, that the avoidance was due to restraint or politeness, not to timidity and weakness.