Zhang's abandoned house, small attic.

Ning Qing stood quietly in front of the window, looking out the window on a rainy night and was silent.

In Zhang Jiaming's recollection, after the burglary, every time he saw Zhang Guangsheng, he found that the other party was standing in the same position looking at him.

The original words are as follows:

"Until one day I passed by his door and saw him standing at the window of the little attic, and I was looking at him, and he was looking at me."

"He's still the same as when he left, he hasn't changed at all, I recognize him at a glance..."

"I tried to wave to him and say hello, and finally I even used the strength to feed, and he didn't reply to me..."

"Later, when I thought about it, maybe I didn't recognize me, after all, a year has passed, and I have grown taller, darker, and stronger."

"I climbed over the fence of his house to surprise him."

"As a result, I searched the whole house and didn't see him... I thought he was trying to play peek-a-boo with me, just like before..."

"But this time it's a different person, I used to hide, he looked for it, but now it's him hiding, I'm looking for it."

"It's dark, and I still haven't found him..."

"I'm afraid that if I don't come home for dinner, my mother will come to me with a flat pole... I had to make an agreement with him to come back tomorrow to continue hiding and seek. ”

"Even though he didn't reply to me, he didn't say anything and assumed that he agreed."

"When I went out to play the next day, my mother suddenly grabbed me and told me mysteriously that there was something dirty in the village, so I should not run around alone."

"I wouldn't tell her at the time, where I was running around alone, I was playing hide and seek with Zhang Guangsheng."

"When I came to the gate of his house again, he was still standing at the window of the small attic looking at me as he was yesterday, and he ignored my greetings to him as he did yesterday..."

From Zhang Jiaming's point of view, Zhang Guangsheng is looking at him.

But it's not.

"He was still standing at the window of the little attic looking at me as he was yesterday, and he ignored my greetings to him as he did yesterday..."

From this sentence, it can be seen that Zhang Guangsheng actually looks at the gate every time.

It's just that Zhang Jiaming's position is also there every time he stands, so he has the illusion that the other party is looking at himself.

And this cognitive bias, at the beginning, also affected Ning Qing's first judgment to a certain extent.

At this moment, he stood in front of the window, standing in the position where Zhang Guangsheng had stood, looking at the door from the same perspective through the window.

What did it look at and what did it look at?

As if there was nothing.

Ning Qing constantly adjusted the position he was standing in, and even made up his brain to make up the situation when Zhang Jiaming stood outside the gate.

As a result, nothing was found, and the frowns deepened.

Molting is the dark side of the personality, and they will always be obsessed with something.

Hide-and-seek is, and staring at the door is no exception.

What is Zhang Guangsheng looking at?

This became a lingering doubt.

'Not true! ’

Ning Qing's eyes lit up, and he realized that he had overlooked a very important detail.

Twenty years ago, Zhang Guangsheng was just a little kid about seven years old, and he was the current height of his molting personality.

Ning Qing understands as an adult, and there will definitely be a huge gap between the two in terms of vision.

'Lower. ’

No, it's lower, it's not that high. ’

His movements and demeanor at the moment are like a neurotic who is not understood by the world.

First he was half-bent, then he bent his knees, then he didn't feel right, and he squatted directly.

In the end, it seems that he is not satisfied with the current angle, sometimes squatting and sometimes bending his knees and bowing his head, like a patient running out of some hospital.

No, we have to look down a bit. ’

'Hmm...... It's basically this positional angle. ’

He slowly and unusually seriously adjusted his position, and finally, crouched in front of the window in an extremely strange and awkward position.

It is not accurate to say that it is squatting, it should be a half-squatting posture, with the head a little higher than the windowsill and the edge of the windowsill by hand.

It's a position that's hard to describe in words, much like the position that some people squat in.

However, none of this was seen.

'Hmm...... What can you look at from this perspective? ’

Ning Qing thought like this, thinking about it, and the palm of the window sill suddenly stopped at a certain moment.

A strange touch came from his fingertips, and he subconsciously looked down.

'This is ......'

Then, regardless of whether the whole body would be contaminated with dust, he directly swept the dust off the windowsill with the palm of his hand.

Visible to the naked eye, several tiny notches appear in front of the eyes, accompanied by irregular black streaks.

The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and when he thought about it, he understood what it was.

Paw prints!

To be precise, these are the marks of fingernails and fingers scratched at the windowsill.

Who the owner is is self-explanatory.

The black stripe mark inside the claw mark is not difficult to guess from the friction and collision between the fingernails and fingertips and the cement masonry.

It's faded blood.

Judging from the entire trace, this is left by Wang Guangsheng when he was a child, not Zhang Guangsheng, a molting child.

If it was the latter, then doing the same thing day after day, year after year, would leave more than that.

Moreover, judging from the thickness of the scratches covered by dust, and the fact that Zhang Guangsheng does not leave footprints when he walks, the possibility of molting Zhang Guangsheng is extremely low.

The most important thing is that Ning Qing doesn't feel that a strange existence like it will bleed.

If it is the scratch left by Wang Guangsheng, the time point of the scratch is worth scrutinizing.

Most likely, it was the night of the burglary!

This speculation surprised him, and he couldn't understand what Wang Guangsheng saw from this position at that time.

will have such a deep resentment, and do not hesitate to use such a heart-piercing pain to paralyze and remind himself.

Even the skin that was shed was full of obsession with it, and he kept standing at the window to recall the scene on the night of the crime.

This state of mind is something that Ning Qing can't personally experience at this moment.

But it's enough.

At least let him be sure that Wang Guangsheng's drastic changes after the crime, his resentment towards his mother Yang Fang, and the root cause of molting may all come from this, from the scene he saw on the night of the crime.

Conjectures, reasoning, arguments, and self-denials were staged in Ning Qing's mind one after another, analyzing and judging one by one, and unparalleled brainstorming was launched.

As time passed, all the clues came together, and a terrible guess took shape until it completely took over his thoughts.

After sorting out all the mysteries, the small and deeply hidden thread was finally slowly peeled off by him.

Throughout the whole incident, whether it is the scratches left by Wang Guangsheng on the windowsill, the root cause of the molting.

Or molting Zhang Guangsheng, standing in front of the window day after day, looking at the door year after year, and the obsession of hide and seek.

These things are always inseparable from a person.

Yang Fang!

Judging from the change in Wang Guangsheng's attitude towards her before and after the case, the forgetfulness during worship, and the deliberate abandonment of the spirit card in the firewood room.

These are proving that Yang Fang is the root cause of Wang Guangsheng's molting.