False evidence

Chapter 485, Strange Person No. 25
The bald minibus driver and the ghostly 'old woman' are real people, just not the ones I've ever met.

This makes me more inclined to accept Old K's deduction—that someone used their image to create the illusion of last night.

Now not only have the driver and the old lady found a place to stay, but even a ticket seller in a Zhongshan suit who gets off halfway has appeared. This is just too bizarre.

Two key points:

Even if he's the owner of the house next door, why would he be dressed like that at this hour? What is he doing standing against the wall?

And there's something even more bizarre... Cao Xinyun?
When I turned around and climbed down from the wall, I could still see him clinging to this side of the wall. In the blink of an eye, he was gone!

He's a tailor, not the rabbit's father. He can't run that fast, either way—from the front door to the main house!
When they came face to face with the person in the 'Zhongshan suit', they were both stunned.

My reaction wasn't slow, but he was faster than me. Before I could even speak, he threw down the broken umbrella, grabbed my trouser leg, and silently lifted me down from the wall.

what's the situation?
I was completely dumbfounded.

The man in the Zhongshan suit remained calm and quickly made a few hand gestures at me.

My eyebrows twitched involuntarily. Was he mute?

I tried to sign him: Are you mute?

The other person nodded firmly and gestured: "The rain is too heavy, it's cold, come inside."

I was still a little stunned when I heard a woman's voice calling from behind the neighboring courtyard wall: "Where is everyone? What are they doing?"

Thinking of Cao Xinyun, I made a shushing gesture to the man in the Zhongshan suit, jumped up, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, pulled up, and stuck my head out to look at the next room.

Lights were on inside the house and under the eaves, as was the light under the eaves of the courtyard gate. A woman, wearing a coat, came out of the main room and stood at the doorway, looking around. After a moment, she cursed, "In this heavy rain, she's still out drinking with people. That damned thing, why doesn't she just die out there!"

Judging from her tone, she thought her husband had taken his friends out for drinks and late-night snacks again.

As I watched the woman go back into her room while fiddling with her phone, without turning off the lights... I suddenly had a very strange feeling, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong.

I felt someone tugging at my trouser leg, so I let go, landed, and turned around.

The man in the Zhongshan suit took a half step back, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into the house.

Although it was dark in the courtyard, I was energized by the Yin power of the water ghost, and my whole body was soaked, making my five senses exceptionally sharp.

I could tell from his expression that he was incredibly excited, almost uncontrollably so, and also quite eager.

"Can you hear me?" I pulled my hand away from his and asked in a low voice.

He nodded, then tried to grab me again.

I made a prohibition gesture and raised my hand to indicate: Don't pull me, I can walk by myself.

Following the man in the Zhongshan suit into the room, I couldn't stand the discomfort of being soaked to the bone, so I took off my coat and threw it on the chair, wringing out the clothes underneath.

I looked up at his 'Zhongshan suit' and he grinned at me.

That one laugh startled me so much that I shuddered twice.

Yin energy can make me sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, but it doesn't mean I can see everything in the most detail at night as if it were daytime.

Then he came into the room, and the man in the Zhongshan suit turned on the light. Under the light, he grinned, and I could see clearly that his mouth wasn't just full of tiny sesame seeds, it was practically full of tiny sesame seeds!

For some reason, none of this guy's teeth are complete; they're all half-full, with very little bit of the missing teeth showing outside the gums. They're also uneven, so when he opens his mouth, it really looks like his mouth is full of burnt sesame seeds!
“Hey hey hey hey…”

The sound was strange. But from the expression, I knew that the man in the 'Zhongshan suit' was laughing, and that was his laughter.

It was precisely because of this peculiar laughter that I thought of something, and instantly got goosebumps all over my body.

I remember when Gao introduced me to Uncle Cheng and Fang Ling's pet clinic, after we got to know each other a little better, we talked about work and I made a three-point agreement with Uncle Cheng.

I'm a veterinarian, but there are three things I would absolutely never do.

First, declawing cats and dogs. Many pet owners now opt for declawing to prevent their pets from scratching furniture. This involves surgery to remove the nails from cats, dogs, and other pets, preventing them from growing back. I couldn't do that job. Put yourself in their shoes: how painful would it be for a human to have their nails pulled out? Besides, claws and teeth are essential for the survival of most mammals.

Second, the second point now seems a bit redundant and unprofessional. What I said at the time was that the chances of getting scratched or bitten while doing pet medical care and grooming are too high. I demanded that in any such cases, it should be considered a 'work-related injury,' and the vaccinations should be paid for by my employer, the clinic.

Third, returning to principles, I will not defend pets' voices.

What is vocal cord damage? It means using medication or surgery to destroy a pet's vocal system, so that dogs stop barking and cats stop meowing.

That is extremely painful for the pet.

The reason I'm thinking about this now is because I discovered that 'Zhongshan suit's' vocal cords were damaged, which is why he makes an "eh eh eh" sound from deep in his throat when he laughs.

The most terrifying thing was that when he opened his mouth, I saw that he only had the root of his tongue.

His tongue was severed cleanly at the root, the cut surface was very neat, as if it had been cut off with scissors!
What exactly is the purpose of this mute man wearing a Zhongshan suit?

Just as I was wondering what was going on, he started signing at me again. He was moving very quickly and looked very excited.

What he meant was: It's okay; you're not the first one; you're safe.

Although I was completely confused, I tried to slow down my movements to calm the other emotions arising from my doubts: Is this your home? What number is this?

I was taken aback when I saw the response from the 'Zhongshan suit'.

He said: Yes. This is my home. Number 25.

The bald driver's house is number 25, is this number 25 too?

next door……

Between the two 25s, is the number 21 sandwiched?
I vaguely sensed something strange and started to walk out. Suddenly, the man in the Zhongshan suit grabbed me, and when I turned around, I saw him gesturing wildly at me.

I understand sign language, but I could hardly understand any of the gestures he was making.

Is this sign language?
Why is it so messy?
In a flash, I glanced around and saw paper and pen on the table. I pulled the man in the Zhongshan suit over to the table and gestured to him in sign language: "Can you write?"
The man in the Zhongshan suit clearly understood what I meant, and his expression became even more excited. Under the yellowish incandescent light bulb, I could even see that his entire face was glowing.

He grabbed a ballpoint pen from the table and quickly scanned a stack of bound papers.

It was a stack of A4 paper, and you could vaguely see that the back was printed.

The words on the 'front' were also handwritten; just looking at the surface, it was quite full of writing.

The key is the way the words were written...

It's too neat.

Not only is it neat, but it's also very elegant and unrestrained.

But the content...

(End of this chapter)