Her encounter occurred on a rainy evening in two months, when she put on a raincoat, put binoculars and bird books in a drawstring waterproof bag and set off for Memorial Park, where she usually went with her father, who had to work overtime that night.

But he made a special call to Xingyue, and he told Xingyue that one of his clients was a bird lover, and that he had seen a male cardinal drinking in a water tray in the park a few days ago, and he thought it should be a bishop's finch, which likes to forage, drink, and bathe in the evening.

"It's hard to see a cardinal in our place, do you want to try your luck there? I know the weather is terrible, but ......."

This paragraph seems to have happened before Xu Wei and the other executors came, so Xingyue is completely relying on the script to narrate such things.

Stanley agreed, and his mother asked him to promise to wear a raincoat and hat all the time, but he would have done that, he was a regular child, and in the winter he would never argue that he didn't want to wear rubber shoes or snow pants.

He walked two and a half kilometers to the memorial park, and the rain was fine and sparse, not even a drizzle, more like a thick fog that persisted, silent but still exciting.

The smell of new shoots wafted through the air, and he looked at the branches of elm, maple, and oak trees under the lead-gray sky, and felt that their silhouettes had grown thicker for some reason, and that they would sprout in a week or two, and grow delicate green leaves that were almost transparent.

"Tonight there is a green scent." He thought to himself and couldn't help but smile slightly.

He was in a hurry, for it would be dark in less than an hour, and he demanded as much light as he was accustomed to the study of clothing, and unless it was enough for him to make an absolute judgment, he would not say that he had 'gathered' it, even if he knew that he had seen the cardinal.

He slanted across Memorial Park, the water tower standing to his left like a white shadow, and Stanley barely glanced at it, he had no interest in it.

The slope slowed down in the distance, and then suddenly plunged straight down Kansas Street and the moor, and it was on this gentle slope that his father had mentioned, a shallow stone pan with a large base, for reasons that had already been mentioned, and would not be repeated.

Stanley sat down on the bench, took out the bird book from the waterproof bag, turned to the page of the cardinal again, read it repeatedly, reviewed its characteristics, and the male cardinal was hard to recognize, although not as big as a fire engine, it was as red as it.

But Stanley is a habitual animal, and revisiting these traits calms him, gives him a more accurate idea of where he is, and a stronger sense of belonging to the world.

This is not at all like Xingyue's character, I really don't understand why I would arrange such a role for myself, Xingyue muttered quietly.

Stanley looked at the picture carefully for three minutes before closing the book, he put the book back in the waterproof bag, opened the box and took out the binoculars, and put it down in front of him, he didn't have to adjust the focus, because he had done it many times sitting here and looking at the water pan.

He was very demanding and patient, not at all agitated, he didn't get up and walk around, he didn't look around with his telescope to see if anything else was coming out, he just sat quietly, his telescope pointed at the stone water pan, and let the fog condense into fat droplets on his yellow raincoat.

He didn't look like a child at all, he wasn't bored, the birds in front of him seemed to be in a meeting, and the four brown sparrows sat down on the edge of the water pan for a while, pecking at the water with their beaks.

There was a bird that flew over, red, but not the cardinal that Stanley wanted to see, it was a scarlet bluetit, a great bird, but not what he was looking for.

Many birds flew, many birds flown away, and his wait finally paid off...... Not a cardinal, but a myna that looks big and bulky in the telescope.

Stanley put down the binoculars and let her hang down on his chest, and hurriedly took out the illustrated book from the waterproof bag, hoping that the Bugling would not fly away until he confirmed it, so that he would at least have the results to explain to his father.

It's time to go home.

It was getting dark quickly, he felt wet and cold, he looked at the illustrated book, then raised the telescope and looked again, Yan Bugling was still there, it had already finished eating water to bathe its wings, it was standing on the edge of the water dish with a sluggish expression.

He was almost sure it was Buglings, but he still had enough time and light to check it, he frowned and stared intently at the pictures in the book, then picked up the binoculars again, and just pointed at the water dish when he heard a loud bang, and the startled Bugling flew away.

Stanley put the telescope in the box with some annoyance, put away the illustrated book, and thought to himself that if he came once anyway, he would come a second time, and there would always be a chance.

Then he looked around to see if he could figure out the source of the loud noise, which didn't sound like gunshots or car horns, but more like the sound of castle or cellar doors being opened in a horror movie.

He didn't see anything, got up and went downhill, it was time for him to go back.

Walking towards Kansas Street, pass by the water storage tower, which is like a phantom in the dim sky and fog, as if it were ...... It's the same in the drift.

It was a strange thought, he thought it must have come out of his head, otherwise it would never have been?

He took a closer look, and without thinking about it, he walked towards the water storage tower, which had a ring of windows at intervals, like a spiral upward.

Strands of white asbestos tiles protrude from the window like eyelashes above the eyes, and I wonder how they do it.

At this time, he saw a large black shadow at the base of the water storage tower, like a large hole in the circular base.

He stopped and frowned, thinking that it was ridiculous to have a window there, completely asymmetrical with the rest of the part, but when he looked closely, he realized that it was not a window, but a door.

"Maybe the sound just now is that the door was blown open." He thought to himself.

Stanley looked left and right, the sky was getting darker at dusk, the white sky had faded into a dull dark purple, the drizzle had made the fog a little thicker, and the rain would only last all night, but there was no wind here!

"So, wasn't the door blown open by the wind? Instead, it was opened? Why, that door looks so heavy, to see him make such a loud noise, it must have to be opened very hard, who would have such strength, what are you doing here? ”

Stanley was curious, so he took a few steps forward, trying to look more closely.

The door was bigger than he imagined, a full height of one meter eight, half a meter thick, the door panel was nailed with brass strips, Stanley tried to close the door, the door moved very slowly, although it was large but very flexible, there was no sound, not even half a creak, he pushed the door again, pushed the door violently, but there was no sound, even if it hit the asbestos tile, there was only a scratch, the sound just now, it would not be from this door.

Suddenly his foot kicked something, and he looked down and saw that it was a lock...... To be precise, the remains of the lock, the lock has been picked open, in fact, someone must have stuffed gunpowder in the keyhole and ignited it to blow it up.

The lock dog was a sharp iron filing, like a hard spray, and he could see inside the lock, the thick lock tower hung diagonally from the hook spring, and the hook spring was torn out of the wood by three-quarters, and the other three hook springs fell on the wet grass, twisted like weeds.

Stanley frowned and opened the door again, peering inside.

The narrow steps spiraled upward, some of which could be seen clearly, some of which were hidden in the dark, and the outer wall of the steps was made of wooden planks, supported by large beams, but the beams were made of wooden nails, not iron nails, which were thicker than his arms.

"Is anyone there?" Stanley asked.

No one answered him, and he hesitated for a moment and walked in, looking out the narrow steps, where there was nothing.

Stella turned to leave...... But I heard the sound of music.

The sound was faint, but audible was a whistle organ. Who's going to play these things here......