I stood in front of the tombstone.

"Old Chen, you're getting old!"

Luo Tianhe's voice came from behind.

I'll never forget that smug voice.

I turned around abruptly and saw Luo Tianhe's face, looking at me.

My heart skipped a beat. Luo Tianhe had actually appeared in this illusion.

All I want to ask now is, you damn bastard, where the hell have you been?

"Old Chen, do you believe me or not?"

Luo Tianhe's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression, as earnest as an old man intently applying a screen protector under a pedestrian bridge.

I instinctively shrank back from the steel door.

I said I believe you, because you're Luo Tianhe.

"Even if it's me in an illusion, you still believe me?" Luo Tianhe continued to ask.

"Yes, I believe you."

I truly believe it.

If both the master craftsman and Luo Tianhe are people in an illusion, then I would rather believe Luo Tianhe.

After saying that, I spat out the betel nut from my mouth.

Luo Tianhe picked up the betel nut and put it in my pocket.

"This time, you go to the right!"

Luo Tianhe pointed to the right.

Without hesitation, I turned around and walked to the right.

"Old Luo!"

I stopped in my tracks.

"Um?"

Will we ever meet again?

As I said this, I was reminded of a classic scene.

A fat man chased after a taxi all the way.

"When you find the truth."

Luo Tianhe answered decisively.

I took a deep breath and took seven steps forward.

The rain has stopped.