By the time I arrived at Akize Park, it was already dusk.
The park is extremely beautiful at dusk. The setting sun hangs low over the fountain, and the hundreds of trees and grass are constantly rustling in response to the call of the wind.
But the only pity is that there are not many pigeons left, or there are no pigeons. Because, as soon as they saw me, they flew away in a hurry, as if they had seen an evil spirit.
To be honest, I was a little surprised when I saw this scene. According to Ms. Bing Xin, these pigeons should feel more friendly when they see humans.
Could it be said that these pigeons must recognize someone, and it must be Mr. Tagore?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile. My idea was really ridiculous.
At this moment, another gust of cold wind hit me, and I shivered hard. I had no choice but to wrap my scarf and clothes tighter.
Will Mr. Tagore really come in such a freezing dusk?
I sighed, and just when I was about to give up, I suddenly remembered that the seniors in the detective agency were also working hard, and I suddenly felt ashamed of my own thoughts. I shook my head, stood up and walked deeper.
Thinking that Mr. Tagore might feed the pigeons in the square, I first walked towards the largest square.
However, I searched around the edge of the square several times and could not find a single figure.
Seeing this, I had no choice but to explore deeper into the forest.
After walking in, I realized that there are actually corridors and seats for people to rest inside the forest of Akize Park, but I guess it may be because white pigeons are more attractive than squirrels, so people mostly Let's rush to the square.
I glanced at my pocket watch and found that nearly two hours had passed since I arrived at the park. The sunset was no longer there, and the comfortable dusk had long since left me.
After such a long time, I still haven't found Tagore.
To be honest, I was really discouraged. It was really difficult for me to find someone I had never met before in such a cold and dark environment.
I walked to a bench and sat down on it, trying to rest my feet first.
However, at this time, I suddenly heard hundreds of flapping sounds of wings, and the sounds came one after another, accompanied by countless white feathers.
Seeing this scene, I suddenly remembered that it was exactly the same scene when the mysterious man disappeared on the day I was attacked.
They are all white feathers all over the sky.
I clutched my pocket watch tightly, my butt slightly off the stool, and my muscles all over my body were tense, ready to resist unknown dangers at any time.
But to my surprise, what came next was not an unknown power, but a large group of white pigeons!
Not to mention the white feathers, they naturally fell from the white pigeons.
The flock of white pigeons flew directly in front of me. A small number of them landed on me and on the bench, while most of them landed honestly beside me, stretching and shrinking their necks to spread out.
I couldn't help but feel very surprised, because firstly, the pigeons were all pure white pigeons, and secondly, their attitude towards me was completely different from the pigeons I met in the square.
In surprise, I caught a glimpse of a strong, pale figure walking slowly from the depths of the forest.
It was an elderly gentleman with a long beard. His hair was naturally curly and as white as the dove feathers.
He said something in a language I had never heard before.
I wanted to answer, but suddenly I realized that he didn't seem to be talking to me, but was having a cordial conversation with the group of white pigeons.
"Hello." I greeted tentatively.
The old man's figure froze, his head turned to me, his lips pursed into a straight line, and he looked like "Why is there someone else here?"
"White dove..." He thought for a moment and said one word, but it was vague and seemed to have a slight accent.
After hearing this, to be honest, I didn't understand it, so I didn't know what to answer, but I was a little excited.
He speaks vague Japanese, likes to feed white pigeons, and is also a gray-haired old man. Could he be Rabindranath Tagore?
"It's very pleasant to be with Bai Ge." I pretended to compliment him, trying to get close to him.
"Yeah." The old gentleman didn't seem to believe what I said, but his expression improved a lot and he walked to the bench.
Seeing this, I moved my butt to one side, and the pigeons also took off and landed on the ground, making a clear space for the old gentleman.
The old gentleman sat next to me and didn't say much to me. He just looked at the pigeons with a kind face and warm eyes, and spoke in a soft and gentle tone like the fragrance of rice.
As if reminiscing about old times was over, the old gentleman took out a large handful of wheat-like grains from his arms and scattered them on the ground.
Seeing this, the white pigeons flew down from me and the old gentleman, creating a gust of wind.
Seeing the white pigeons eating so happily, the old man let out a long sigh of relief from his chest, raised his head and looked into the depths of the woods.
"Are you Mr. Tagore?" I asked, speaking as slowly as possible.
"Yeah." The old gentleman's beautiful reality was broken by me. The smile on his lips was no longer there, and he just responded coldly.
I didn't bring up the topic anymore, I felt a little weird.
The attitude of this old gentleman is completely different from what Ms. Kitamura Kazuko, Ms. Bing Xin and I described. He is unusually cold towards others. And, when I say his name. He wasn't surprised as to why I knew it, he just answered it as it should be.
To sum up, I always feel like he has seen me before, but he just doesn't want to say it.
"I asked Miss Kitamura to come here to look for you. You have been walking alone for so long, and she is really worried about you."
Seeing Tagore's attitude towards me, I naturally understood in my heart that I couldn't do it by myself. Ever since, I moved out of Kitamura Kazuko.
Fortunately, under my earnest gaze, Tagore's frosty face finally changed a little. He smacked his lips and asked vaguely: "Are you worried?"
"Yes." I replied.
"Go back during the day..." He agreed, but he looked very reluctant.
"Is it settled?" I joked.
Tagore glared at me, and his tone was a little more sharp: "You...be careful!"
I pursed my lips. Although I wasn't sure what he wanted to say, I was more certain that he had seen me before.
After all, I don’t think that just three short words would have caused an old man to warn me like this.
I smiled with satisfaction, stood up and prepared to leave, leaving Tagore alone.
When the group of white pigeons saw that I was leaving, they took the initiative to clear a path for me. I raised my eyebrows, actually a little surprised.
Wow——
At this time, there was another flapping sound of feathers. I was startled and turned my head sharply. I was shocked to find that Tagore and his huge flock of pigeons were completely missing, leaving only white feathers and leftover grains everywhere.
Could the man who attacked me that day be related to Tagore?
Or, Tagore was also a victim.
I frowned and couldn't help but blame myself: I turned around too early.
