What the homeless man said a few days ago has been completely forgotten by Yang Wenshou at this time. After all, he lives a happy life and does not need to care about the madman's ravings.
However, a few more months passed, and as his son grew older, Yang Wenshou became increasingly aware of something unspeakable and strange.
Yang Wenshou's smiles at home were getting less and less. At this moment, he was holding the newspaper with a solemn expression, but his eyes were wandering, as if he was not reading the text.
The wife who was putting away the tableware appeared and took the newspaper away from her husband: "In what age do you still read newspapers now? It's so convenient to use a mobile phone."
Yang Wenshou was still a little dull. Even if the newspaper was forcibly taken away by his wife, he didn't react at all. After a while, he said slowly: "It's an old habit."
The words he said were just to cope. All the things he was thinking about now were the news he just saw, the news that made his hair stand on end.
"According to the police's reconstruction of the scene, the suspect Wang tried to kill his daughter for unknown reasons, and his wife was killed in the process of stopping him."
Yes, his colleague Xiao Wang died. The cause of death is currently determined to be suicide. He also killed his wife and daughter at home before committing suicide.
However, at the end of his life, Xiao Wang did something. He used the blood all around him to smear "He is not a human" on the wall.
"He is not human"? Who is not human? Yang Wenshou wished that he was confused by this sentence, but in fact, not only was he not, but he was very clear about it.
Yang Wenshou's heart was heavy at the moment, and he wanted to close his eyes and relax, but the sentence "He is not a human" came to his mind again, repeated endlessly.
So he opened his eyes again, because closing his eyes to relax did not calm his mood at all, but made him more and more nervous. The sudden sound from beside him attracted Yang Wenshou's attention.
His action seemed very reluctant, but he seemed to have to do it out of some kind of fear, so he turned his head in a very stiff posture to the direction of the sound.
There was his several-month-old son, who was swaying and learning to walk. The wife next to him seemed to have tender eyes in his eyes, but she couldn't help but keep her body as far away as possible.
The son felt his gaze, so he showed his innocent smile and said in vague words: "Dad...hug!"
There was nothing wrong with his son's actions, his tone, and his demeanor, but Yang Wenshou still felt fear from it, and a sinister aura rose from the soles of his feet to the back of his head.
Because in the past few days, he had heard this sentence countless times, and slowly a discovery that he was unwilling to admit began to be realized.
So far, there are only six templates for his son's tone, expression and posture every time he speaks. Yang Wenshou has already determined this through keen observation.
Among Yang Wenshou's colleagues, the only one who is smarter than him is Xiao Wang. However, he doesn't know how to behave, so he was tricked by Yang Wenshou and is still his subordinate today.
But for this reason, among the people around him, the only one Yang Wenshou admired was Xiao Wang. Only he could surpass him in terms of IQ.
Since he could see that something was wrong with his son, Xiao Wang, who was even more outstanding, could do the same. He might even have seen and guessed more things than himself, so the other party took action.
When Yang Wenshou thought of this, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. What did Xiao Wang see and guess? That made him kill his own child and write "He is not a human being" on the wall?
At this time, a memory from long ago suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the homeless man he met on the way home when his son was born a few months ago.
Tramp...Xiao Wang...child...
Complex thoughts echoed in Yang Wenshou's mind. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he stood up abruptly and said, "I'm going out for a while."
When the words came out of his mouth, Yang Wenshou realized that his home had been very quiet since a long time ago. It was so quiet that it was scary, as if there were only three of him left in the world.
In fact, there are still many sounds, such as the sound of the son swaying when walking, and the sound of the wife washing the dishes while doing housework.
But these voices seemed to be very far away, as illusory as the mist in the mountains, far less real than the voice he spoke at the moment.
When the real voice appeared at home, the wife seemed startled, but she didn't say anything, she just nodded calmly.
Almost instantly, Yang Wenshou saw a faint sadness in his wife's eyes, but the sadness disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The wife was still the normal wife, as if nothing had happened. She pulled up her hair and asked, "What's going on?"
"It's about work, don't worry I'll be back," Yang Wenshou said as he prepared his clothes and walked outside. When he left the house, he looked inside again, but left without saying anything.
It would be a lie to say that he left home because of work, but it was not entirely because he was afraid of his son. The main reason was that he wanted to find the homeless man.
No matter what Xiao Wang discovered before, he is dead now, so if Yang Wenshou wants to ask something, the best person to talk to is the homeless man.
As long as you see him, as long as you find him, you will definitely know something, right? The other party obviously knew what to write, so it became like that.
Yang Wenshou thought of this, looked up at the blue sky, and felt the warm sunshine shining on him. The unstoppable warmth dispelled some of the fear in his heart to a certain extent.
But Yang Wenshou didn't know where the homeless man was now, so he could only drive to the place where he last saw the homeless man.
Then he used the most corny method, sticking his head out of the car window and shouting outside: "Hello? Hello! Is there anyone? Are there any homeless people?"
Yang Wenshou felt like he was a bit of a fool now. Fortunately, there were not many people around, so acquaintances would not see his embarrassing appearance.
Suddenly Yang Wenshou was stunned again. He discovered a blind spot that he had not noticed until now. There seemed to be not many people in this city.
Yang Wenshou looked up, his eyes leading to the deep sky, and the sky was dotted with towering office buildings.
In such a large city, shouldn't there be people coming and going? Shouldn’t the sky be filled with flying hover cars?
In an instant, some unknown memory appeared, and Yang Wenshou felt as if he had gone to another place, a bustling city. He was sitting in a vehicle suspended in mid-air, looking at the crowd below with contempt.
