Jin San always thought that everyone in Chánchú City mistook him for Bao Mu because he looked a lot like Baomu, but now Jin San knew he was wrong. Baomu was Baomu, and Jin San was Jin San. From head to toe, from body hair to fingerprints, there was not a single part that resembled each other. But why did everyone think he was Bao Mu? Jin San needed to find this answer; he had to know this answer, so he had already walked out onto the street.

  The first pce Jin San wanted to go was Tian Qizi's house.

  Although he didn't know everyone in Chánchú City, nor did he know every household they lived in, and although he knew that no one walked on the vast streets of Chánchú City, he could still find Tian Qizi's house because he knew that strange shopkeeper. Jin San originally thought he would have to spend a lot of effort to get the answer he wanted from the shopkeeper, but he didn't expect that...

  "I have something to ask you; I don't remember where Tian Qizi's house is."

  "Turn left when you go out; it's the third room. Wang Xiazi is the fifth room on the right, Song Zhu is the eleventh room straight ahead, and Bai Donggua is the seventh room straight ahead." The waiter didn't even lift his head, continuing to wipe the table.

  The process of getting the answer was this simple, so simple that Jin San was quite surprised, so he had to ask again, "How did you know I was looking for those four?"

  "They are your four best friends." The waiter was still wiping his table. Jin San never understood why this restaurant, which had no customers, had a table that wasn't even dirty, yet the waiter did the same thing every day and always seemed busy. He suddenly realized that the waiter was quite boring.

  However, none of this mattered to him now; he was going to find Tian Qizi. As he was leaving, he gnced at the stool. Boss Mo was gone, definitely buried by the waiter. As for where he was buried, Jin San didn't think to ask.

  Tian Qizi's home, an old friend.

  "You've come." Tian Qizi didn't seem surprised by Jin San's arrival; he brewed a cup of tea and handed it to Jin San.

  "I feel like I've been seriously ill tely, like I can't remember anything." Since everyone says he's a madman, he might as well act like one.

  "What do you want to remember?" Tian Qizi asked straightforwardly.

  "How did Ling'er die?" This was the first question Jin San wanted to know.

  Tian Qizi picked up the tea that was meant for Jin San and drank it all in one go.

  "I... I've been feeling confused; my mind isn't quite working right, and it seems like I can't remember a lot of things," Jin San added.

  "This... I don't want to talk about it anymore," Tian Qizi said, looking around with a frightened expression, as if afraid of seeing a ghost.

  "What are you looking at?" Jin San asked, feeling puzzled.

  "A ghost!" Tian Qizi said in a low voice.

  Jin San ughed out loud. Although he had seen ghosts too, he still found Tian Qizi's expression amusing.

  "What are you ughing at? The ghost is back, and no one can escape, especially you!" Tian Qizi said somewhat displeased.

  Jin San was taken aback and said, "What do you mean? What does it have to do with me?"

  "Hmph, I can't tell if you're really crazy or just pretending!" Tian Qizi sneered.

  "I just want to know the cause of Mei Ling'er′s death." Before Jin San could finish, Tian Qizi stood up and said, "It's getting te; I'm tired and need to rest. Bao Mu, you should head back early too, early to bed, early to rise." After saying that, he actually opened the door and put on a posture of sending off a guest.

  The first one to hit a wall, Jin San stood at Tian Qizi's door, shaking his head helplessly. But he knew he had to find an answer today, so he decided to go find Wang Xiazi.

  Wang Xiazi's house, my second old friend.

  This time, Jin San learned his lesson. Instead of directly asking Wang Xiazi about Mei Yiner's cause of death, he started with the drumsticks.

  "My yard is piled high with drumsticks," Jin San said, wiping his nose.

  "Yeah, so what?" Wang Xiazi said nonchantly, munching on the rotten vegetable leaves on his pte, which was his dinner.

  "Sigh, my head is a bit foggy right now. Look, I've even forgotten what I brought these drumsticks for," Jin San said, cautiously smiling.

  "I think you're really losing your mind. This is what you do, making a living in Chánchú City with this," Wang Xiezi said mockingly, pointing at Jin San.

  "Ah?" Jin San was taken aback at first. So, Bao Mu is in the business of making drums? Is it that simple? Jin San expressed his doubts and continued, "Look at my brain, sometimes clear, sometimes muddled. If I make drumsticks, then who ordered those goods in my courtyard?" Jin San hoped to find some clues from this.

  Wang Xiazi put down his chopsticks and looked up and down at Jin San, saying, "What's wrong with you today? That's your home; the drumsticks are made by you, and the orders are contacted by you. What does it have to do with me, Wang Xiazi? Why should I know about it? You're crazy, but you're too crazy, aren't you?"

  Jin San forced a smile. Wang Xiazi was right; how could he know so much about the wooden drumsticks? Sighing inwardly, Jin San couldn't help but wonder if he was going to end up empty-handed again.

  "I say, Bao Mu, you don't look crazy at all right now. You must have some other purpose for coming here today, right?" Wang Xiazi sneered, chewing on peanuts and making an unpleasant sound.

  Jin San also smiled. Although Wang Xiazi was named Wang Xiazi, he was actually the most perceptive person. Since he had been seen through, Jin San didn't pn to beat around the bush anymore, so he directly asked, "How did Mei Yin'er die?" Jin San was waiting for Wang Xiazi to get angry with him again, just like Tian Qizi did, and kick him out. But there was none of that. Wang Xiazi continued chewing his peanuts, and his expression didn't even change.

  Jin San knew there was a chance; he would definitely be able to get something out of Wang Xiazi, so he perked up his ears and patiently waited for Wang Xiazi's response.

  "Your wife died from the illness; it's that simple," Wang Xiazi said.

  It was that simple, but Jin San didn't believe it, so he asked, "What about my two children?"

  "They were infected by your wife, so they died too," Wang Xiazi answered nonchantly, not even furrowing his brows.

  "Then why didn't I die?" This was a crucial question.

  "Who knows why you didn't die?" Wang Xiazi shot a gnce at Jin San, then continued, "But you're practically dead, a complete lunatic!"

  Jin San was speechless.

  "I say, are you really crazy again? Coming here to ask me all this nonsense, you might as well just leave." Wang Xiazi finally issued the eviction order, and Jin San was once again kicked out.

  It seems I can only go find Song Zhu, although Jin San doesn't have any hope.

  Wang Xiazi watched Jin San's distant figure and forcefully closed the door, his face turning pale.

  Song Zhu's home, the third old friend.

  "Whether I'm crazy or not, you have to answer my question." Jin San felt like he was about to really go crazy.

  "Go ahead." Song Zhu didn't even let Jin San in, but Jin San didn't care about that anymore and directly stood outside the door, asking, "Am I really Bao Mu?"

  "You are indeed." Song Zhu answered very calmly.

  "Do I really look like Bao Mu?" Jin San asked.

  "It's not that they look the same; it's that you are Bao Mu." Jin San paced back and forth, feeling like he was about to break down. He clearly saw that Bao Mu was different from him, but everyone said they were the same. Why was that?

  "How did Mei Yin'er and the child die?" Jin San almost shouted, pulling at his hair.

  "They died of illness," Song Zhu replied, still standing in the same posture, showing no sign of change.

  "You can't be saying that Mei Yiner got sick, infected the children, they all died, and then I went crazy!" Jin San was almost crying.

  "That's indeed the case," Song Zhu said.

  Jin San held his head. He had heard such words too many times tonight, and he really couldn't take it anymore, so he shouted again, "Then what about Boss Mo? Who killed Boss Mo? Why was she holding a three-inch golden lotus shoe, and why did you all look so scared when you saw it?"

  Song Zhu stopped speaking, lowering his head, so Jin San couldn't see his expression.

  "And you said that only Mei Ling'er likes to wear those kinds of shoes. Could it be that Mei Ling'er killed Boss Mo? So there really are ghosts?"

  Song Zhu's body twitched, but Jin San could clearly see that it was a violent reaction out of fear."I don't know."

  Song Zhu's calmness returned in an instant, as if he had never been nervous.

  "Do you really not know?" Jin San was unwilling to accept this; he was truly unwilling to leave without any answers.

  Song Zhu stopped talking, and just as Jin San was about to speak again, the door smmed shut with a "bang."

  This time, Jin San didn't ask anything and just sat there bnkly, staring at Bai Donggua.

  At first, Bai Donggua acted nonchant, then he fixed the leg of his chair, but Jin San maintained his position, and Bai Donggua didn't even see his eyes blink. At this point, he suddenly felt uneasy, coughed twice, and asked, "Bao Mu, you came to find me te at night, then just sat there staring at me without saying a word. What do you mean by that?"

  Jin San didn't say anything, still in the same position.

  "Baomu," Bai Donggua looked at himself, puzzled, and asked, "Is there something wrong with me?"

  "There's a ghost." Jin San said lightly.

  "What?" Bai Donggua doubted his ears and asked again.

  "There's a ghost." Jin San said just two words.

  Bai Donggua ughed heartily and said, "A ghost? Where did a ghost come from? Haha."

  "Boss Mo is dead. Who do you think will be next?" Jin San said with a half-smile.

  The chair fell over, making a "thud" sound as it colpsed on the ground.

  "What exactly do you mean?" Bai Donggua asked, trying to maintain his composure.

  "I'm done talking." Jin San stood up and walked out of the room. This time, he left on his own, wearing a satisfied smile.

  In the corner, there was a shadow that no one could see into, but a barely noticeable cold ugh came from there.