[JOJO] Alice in the wild and the lost rabbit

Wes Brumall opened his eyes, and the thick water vapor and earthy smell in the air told him that it rained here not long ago.And the slight prickly touch from the neck, the back of the head, and the palms all indicate that there is no comfortable bed under him, but a relatively dry grass.The reason why he was not drenched by the rain was very simple. The brightly colored plastic blocks were lying on the top of the body, and the limited light extended from the direction of the soles of the feet, dispelling the darkness in the small space.

〖It's the park, under the plastic slide where I like to stay. 〗

This seemingly normal answer slowly emerged from his somewhat chaotic consciousness. The moment its meaning was understood by Weiss, the young man opened his eyes wide in bewilderment.

[I've never seen a plastic slide, let alone enjoyed being under it. 】

Weiss got up much faster than usual, so that he slammed into the plastic ceiling above his head. It was made very short, and only children under ten years old could stand upright in this space.

〖Of course, because this is originally a park, a playground for children. 〗

Unfamiliar information popped out of my mind again.

Weiss can feel that this is completely his own thought, not some legendary telepathic communication, and there is no invisible existence talking to him. Those descriptions in consciousness are completely the descriptions that "self" usually uses Way.

It was as if there was an extra 'I' in my body.

Probably just slept for a long time... the reason is that the brain is not working well.

Brumall told himself this, and then supported the too low 'ceiling' with his hands, and slid out of the grass with strength and lightness. The too dazzling sunlight made the young man stretch out his hand to cover his eyes, and it took him a while to get used to it Ambient light.

Nothing special, just an ordinary park, surrounded by huge amusement facilities made of plastic or wooden boards, and a small hole under the animal-shaped slide. The place where he stayed just now should be very popular with children. You are welcome, but it has rained before, so the park looks deserted at the moment. Did you come here to hide from the rain and take a nap?Weiss glanced blankly at the unfamiliar slide, he had never seen this before.

But in the next second, his memory reminded him that since it was built a few years ago, he likes to hide in it when no one is around.

〖Every week, at least three times, I will come here and spend a few hours, doing nothing, in a daze or sleeping, and no one will find me, which is good. 〗

Weiss stared at the strange and familiar children's slide in front of him for several minutes, but nothing happened. There was absolutely no strange transparent object emerging from the top or the black hole, and the young man really didn't continue to drill in to verify. The courage of the memories in his head—the confusion of consciousness made him instinctively terrified.

So he didn't stay here any longer, turned his head and left the park.

Now, where to go?go home?Because of the successive confusions and frights, the mind has been running slowly, and Weiss doubts whether it is even thinking normally.The young man walked slowly on the asphalt road, the pedestrians passing by, the shops with various small posters on both sides, the pond on the ground, everything without exception made his mind gradually settle down.The young man told himself that there is nothing to be afraid of. I am Wes Brumall, the only son of the Brummel family, and there is an old mother who is in poor health...

Yes, everything is normal, there is nothing wrong with his memory, he still knows who he is, he just fell asleep just now.

should now...

The hands of the roadside clock reached 11 o'clock.

[It's lunch time in the prison, if you want to eat, you have to hurry to the restaurant. 】

Weiss was terrified by the thoughts that came to him unconsciously.

Why, why do you think of prison?Why go to prison to eat?There is obviously a restaurant on the roadside, even if he doesn't earn much money from part-time jobs, it's not a problem to buy a hot dog casually. Why does he suddenly want to eat in the prison cafeteria, who has always been law-abiding?

My brain, what's wrong?The thought swirled in Brumaller's mind, and he was sure he had never taken drugs.The young man sniffed his clothes, which only smelled of mud and grass, so he didn't drink alcohol either.Is he sick?Perhaps he had been caught in the rain and was running a fever, so he was a little confused?Weiss did feel a strange sense of dizziness dominating him, but it was hard to say whether it was due to the fever or the mental shock just now.

An old poster came into Weiss's sight, celebrating the election of a new president. This kind of poster can only be seen every four years.

The name on it is Clinton.

The election year has long passed, and it is now a beautiful spring in April. He should have defeated Buscher, who was trying to be re-elected last year, and was successfully elected president.

This has nothing to do with Weiss. He is just an ordinary civilian with a poor family and has nothing to do with high-ranking politicians.But the young man who saw that poster was still pale and cold. He remembered what the last poster he saw looked like. The photos and words on it were still fresh in his memory. It was a picture of Bush running for office. pattern.

He wasn't even president at the time, just a strong candidate.

But now, he has ended his four-year term, and has replaced a new president whom Brumall has no impression of at all.

〖【I have a problem with my memory. 】〗

Wes Brummer was so convinced, and then he ran away quickly, without purpose, without direction, just wanting to stay away from that poster, as if it would turn into something terrible in the next second, jumping up and tearing himself throat.

The young man was running staggeringly on the street. Occasionally, passers-by would look at him in surprise, but Weiss had no time to care about them. The small town that used to make people feel at ease and peaceful now scared him at every corner. The apparently straight road seems to have a strange twist, and the seemingly simple structure of the houses that can be seen everywhere makes him feel weird. The young man turns his head and inspects everything that comes into view. Know what to guard against.Maybe it's a book, maybe a face, or a name, they are familiar, they are strange, when the memory is unreliable, any knowledge makes Weiss nervous, because the important pillars of his spirit are being One by one they collapsed.

I don't know whether the memory is true or false, it's too scary.

It might be better if you don't remember anything at all.

Unknowingly, Brumaler came to a certain house whose name on the house number was familiar to him.

〖This is my home. 〗

Yes, it's safe to come here... The young man who has been tense since just now, seemed to have escaped from some kind of battle, panting heavily, he finally showed a relaxed expression, and shuffled away Go to the door and try to find the key from under the potted plant next to it.

The empty touch made Weiss stare blankly at the window sill.

No keys, no potted plants, dust on the peeling paint.

〖There has never been anything like a potted plant placed there. 〗

The young man swallowed, he stared at the window sill, and his right hand seemed to have a will of its own, he raised it and knocked on the door.The noise inside made Brumaller finally look away. The printed door curtain behind the glass lattice trembled slightly with the footsteps of the people in the room. The color should be familiar to him, but Weiss could no longer be sure, whether it was the sight or the color. Can't concentrate.

This should be my home... right?

Before the thin wooden door opened, the young man involuntarily closed his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he opened them in panic.

A somewhat haggard, old woman's face was staring at him.

Weiss picked up the image from the depths of his mind, and after repeated comparisons, he finally loosened his tense nerves. It was unmistakable. This was the face of his mother. Although it seemed older and the details were subtle, it was indeed his mother. That's right.

He smiled, and was about to utter the call, but was blocked in his throat by a word from the woman.

"...Who are you?" She had a wary expression on her face.

【Mom, it seems that she should have died, although I didn't see her remains, nor did I attend the funeral. 】

With the rise of this vague memory, Wes Brumall's world collapsed.

The young man didn't know what he said to the woman with his mother's face. In short, he left there with blankness and despair, and he didn't see what he realized behind him. I don't know if it's my name, Wes Brummer, or Dominique Pucci, but now I just want to stay away from that house, that woman.

Dominique Pucci?Turns out he had another name.

But Weiss had no memory of the name, only his memory told him, [I had such a name], that's all.

The name doesn't matter anymore.

It's all fake anyway.

Everything in his memory is nothing but fantasy and imagination.

"Who the hell am I? Where do I come from? What's wrong with my memory? Am I crazy? Or am I sick?" Many questions emerged from the brain that had been completely chaotic, but this time, there was no any answer.

Because he doesn't know it himself.

Maybe he should go to the police, or a doctor or something, the young man thought, after all he needs help, he has no home, and after fumbling in his pockets, he finds that he has only a dozen dollars and no documents, which is really bad.

But at the gate of the police station, Weiss had to stop.

He suddenly remembered his own associations about prisons, and countless fragments quickly flooded into his mind, guards with sloppy faces, iron railings being beaten and number plates nailed to their chests, orange prison uniforms, plastic spoons, cold and In the dark cell, there was an unmistakable smell of feces and urine.The images are so real that as soon as you turn your head, you can find yourself standing in an activity room belonging to a prison, surrounded by men in prison uniforms peeping at him, with fear hidden deep in their eyes.

【'I' is a heinous criminal. 】

After understanding this, Weiss knelt down on the side of the road, and the desire to vomit grabbed him, but the young man held there for a long time, and finally only spit out a little gastric juice, and the empty abdomen kept reminding him Or, it has been idle all morning, and there is really no content for Weiss to squander.

Before the policemen in the police station came towards him, Weiss struggled to get up from the ground, walked in a random direction, and left behind the policeman who was yelling at him. an unfamiliar name and send him back to prison.

Because of hunger and exhaustion, the young man was forced to stop after running for a long time. He originally thought about going to the hospital, but after touching the money in his pocket, Weiss gave up the idea.

Without medical insurance, no identity certificate, and most importantly, no money, the doctor would definitely not be willing to give him any medical treatment.

Wandering aimlessly in the town for several hours, until the sky was dyed red by the setting sun, the stomach that hadn’t had a drop of water for a whole day had lost even the ability to gurgle, and a huge sense of burnout hit Brumale, From the fingertips to the soles of his feet, he didn't even want to spend more energy to straighten his back, but just continued to drag his feet forward, forward, and forward.There is no place to rush to, but if he stays somewhere, someone will come to ask him soon, either the police or security.

〖This is a closed town, always very sensitive to strangers. 〗

Again.

Previously, I was terrified by the strange memory that appeared from time to time, but after a whole day, Weiss has become numb to it. Whether it is fear or running away, it always pops up unyieldingly. However, after verification, it turns out that it is not reliable at all. , It's as if a large number of false advertisements have been placed in the head, rolling and broadcasting anytime and anywhere, and he can't close this channel, there is nothing more disgusting than this.

But, fortunately, they can't do anything else, such as turning the red light in his vision into a green light, or making him think that he can take things without paying for them.

He still feels hungry, thirsty, hot and cold, understands that the hospital is in charge of treating him, that the police will arrest him, and a lot of common sense stuff, there's not much wrong with it, it's just the part about himself that's abnormal, and Only in memory... or rather, old memories.Today's new memory has not been re-verified and denied, although there is not much new information at all.

Wes, he wasn't quite sure if he should continue to call himself Wes Brumale, but another Dominique name, just thinking about it made him feel disgusted.

No, it's not Dominic who hates it, but... Pucci with the last name.

[The same last name as that guy is disgusting. 】

Who is that guy?

【Enrique Pucci, probably his elder brother. 】

Well, it seems that there is another brother who doesn't know where he came from, anyway, it must not be true, the young man sighed, he still needs a name.

[My friends often call me the weather. 】

...Ah, that's a good title.

So from now on, he will call himself the weather.

The young man with the name raised his head and inspected the desolate streets around him. Some parts of the town were relocated and rebuilt, leaving only empty shops and houses. Because of the inconvenient transportation, even if the rent dropped again and again, no one wanted to to rent.There is a hotel on the right that looks terrible, but it's cheap and that's enough.

Finally found a place to cope with the weather for one night, and began to think about what to do tomorrow.

When registering, he still used the name of 'Weiss Brummer', because he couldn't write the name 'weather' in the record book, which would definitely attract the attention of the receptionist, and the young man knew his identity very well The most taboo thing for an unknown person is high-profile. If he is questioned by the police when he enters the police station to drink tea, even if he really does not know, he will definitely end up with nothing good. Whether it is a prison or a mental hospital, whichever he is Neither want to go.

The hotel rooms are really bad, damp quilts, smelly bathrooms, like nothing, transom windows that don't get enough light and don't open at all.

But there was nothing to be picky about. I exchanged all the money I had for a separate room and a hot dog that could serve as dinner. When I was full, I turned on the faucet on the sink and buried my face in it for a long time, almost suffocating.Of course he knew that it was impossible for anyone to drown in the sink, so after he endured to the limit, Tiantian raised his head, grabbed the towel and wiped his face. In the mirror with rust marks all over the edges, the reflection belonging to Wes Brumaler was reflected. young faces.

【...Am I that young? 】

Weather stared at himself inside.

[I should be... I don’t know how old, I’ve been in prison for too long, but I’m definitely older than in the mirror, hell, it looks like I just dropped out of school and went to work not long ago. 】

〖No, I am like this, I am 21 years old, graduated from high school, my mother is not in good health, and I owe a lot of money for treatment, so I went to work. 〗

【No, the mother is dead, and Petunia is also dead. 】

Who is Penny?

[My lover, my sister. 】

Unable to look at himself in the mirror anymore, Tiantian had to cover his face and eyes with a towel, all fake, fake, fake, he told himself, now Tiantian is very happy that his memories of the past are all gone. is false.

if true...

Then he will definitely go crazy because of it.

Maybe I am indeed a madman.

As soon as this vague guess emerged, it was firmly pressed into the bottom of his consciousness by the weather. He was very sure that he was normal... No, maybe there was something wrong with his memory, but he was absolutely normal. The young man tried to shift his focus to those deranged things. Going up the 'memory', although I know that they are not real at all, I can still see that the false memories firmly follow a certain law, and it is precisely because of this law that the previous self thinks they are real. If you can find the problem, you may be able to find out the truth.

So even though he can no longer believe in himself, the weather still tries to sort out the things in his head and distinguish one from the other. Of course, it is limited to what has been verified and re-remembered today.

There are two memories, and the two sides are not the same, no wonder there will be conflicts.

Both are called Wes Brumale, maybe Dominique Pucci, only son, nicknamed Weather, has an old mother, may be alive or dead, but it should not be a woman I have seen before, maybe it is just the appearance resemblance.Weather tried her best to run to her door unconsciously, and ignored it as something about her own family. In short, the woman didn't know herself, which was enough to explain the problem.After all, it was him who made the wrong memory, not the woman, so 'she was right', then there must be something wrong with my memory.

Wes lives in a small town, no, one is in prison and has lived there for a long time, he seems to be older than Wes in the town, by the way, Wes is the one whose mother died, and there is another named Penny lover or sister.

There seems to be a brother named Pucci...

〖Yes, I heard my mother said that I have a brother, and I am not her child, so I often feel sad and want to go outside alone. 〗

New memories popped up when Weather was sorting out the information, but he no longer felt frightened or strange at the moment.

After all, these, all, do not know whether they are true or false.

But they all revolve around the existence of 'Weiss Brumaler', there is no doubt about this alone.

Weather tore off the free post-it note next to the bed, wrote down all the clues he remembered with the pen provided by the hotel, and added on the last line, 'There is a brother, probably named Enrique. 'On the cheap sticky note, a dozen or so lines of words are all his memories before today.

Even if they were fake, that was the only life he had.

The weather silently rolled the paper into a ball, and just holding it and closing his eyes, he thought he would toss and turn and struggle until dawn, but it didn't take long for the pillow to stick to the back of his head. After running for a whole day, the exhausted young man immediately fell asleep. caught.

The next day, Tiantian opened his eyes before the sunlight entered the room. He got up quietly, and stuffed all the regulations about prison life that kept coming to his mind into the corners—that was the same as the current situation. It doesn't matter to me, in short, he was only in the park when he woke up, and he didn't see any arrest warrants in the town, so he didn't escape from prison.Weather just went to the bathroom expressionlessly to brush his teeth and wash his face, then stuffed the ball of paper from last night into the back pocket of his trousers, and went out without saying a word.

First of all, you have to find a job first, the kind that doesn't require an ID card.

He didn't even have a penny on him. If he didn't want to sleep on the street, he had to find a suitable job quickly. It would be better if he could get the money on the same day, or take care of food and housing.The young man who left the hotel didn't make any inquiries, and stepped on the road leading to the west decisively, because he knew that all odd jobs that didn't require ID cards were gathered on a street in the west. 〗The accompanying note was, 〖It was a mess there, so I didn’t go there to prevent my mother from worrying. 〗All the memories about the town in my head seem to be relatively accurate. With the mentality of giving it a try, Weather decides to try his luck.

Anyway, it can't be worse than it is now.

In the alleys full of rubbish, broken wine bottles, and huddled alcoholics, you can see a few white papers pasted on the iron gate from time to time, on which only the age, gender, and number of people are written. As for salary , that's something you don't talk to your boss about until after you've been hired.

His memory was right once at last, but the weather was not happy, because it couldn't say a word that was reliable when it came to matters related to him.The young man, who was in a bad mood, just found a job that was decent. The boss seemed to want someone to tidy up the store's warehouse, but he obviously didn't want to pay too much labor costs, so the paper turned yellow and there was no one there. I don't care, I work hard all day for less than 30 yuan, and I don't care about food. I don't bother to do the normal order. These days, I can earn 50 yuan even if I paint a wall.

Weather chose this, of course not because of his diligence, but because this grocery store opened early enough, and he didn't have time to wait for the surrounding shops that were obviously bars and nightclubs to open.The shop owner is a snobbish fat man. As an employer, even if he is not interested at all, he still has to ask for some things, such as name, age, etc. The man did not ask the weather to show his ID. Everyone on the ground understands that sometimes a document doesn't mean anything, it's just a piece of paper, and it's often forged.

"Wes Brummer, 21 years old." The only information that the weather can give is this bit of information, and he is glad that the shopkeeper didn't ask more.

"2--1?" The eyes of the man whose height is much lower than that of the young man turned to the weather from the thin gap squeezed by his fat, "I don't mind if you say younger, anyway, I'm not Night clubs, you don't need to stand at the bar, but man, look in the mirror before you say your age next time."

"...What?" The young man looked at him suspiciously, "Don't I look 21 years old?" Weather barely recalled himself in the bathroom mirror last night, a little gloomy, but still immature, young His face was gray, his gray hair was scattered on his shoulders, and his facial features were regular, but there was nothing unusual about it.

Do you think you are underage?A stature of at least six feet is very deceiving, and there should be no such doubts.

The shopkeeper who heard the rhetorical question turned his head and looked at the weather from head to toe, "Although you are tall, you can't tell that you are an idiot? Well, anyway, I don't need any brains for my job, and strength is enough. Come here Unceremoniously giving orders to the young man, the chunky shopkeeper pulled down the shop door and walked towards the back with unsteady steps, probably where the warehouse is.He didn't look hostile, and the weather that was a little confused had no choice but to press the confusion temporarily and followed behind.

In short, let's make money first, he really has no interest in sleeping on the streets.

The cleaning work is really not easy. The whole warehouse is full of all kinds of sundries, old clothes, old furniture, various suitcases, etc. Fortunately, they are all relatively light things, and it is not very difficult for him to carry them alone. It was difficult, the shopkeeper contacted the people who came to buy these things, and the price was almost completely treated as garbage. The weather and several recyclers moved all the furniture, stuffed all the old clothes into the suitcase and packed them. It was a morning. It's over soon, because for the sake of his diligence, the stingy man invited the young man to have a burrito, and finally he didn't have to work on an empty stomach, so he returned to the empty warehouse without much rest.

The place is not small, and he needs to clean it up thoroughly. What's more troublesome is that there is no water pipe next to it, so he has to draw water from the water pump next to the front shop again and again, and then clean up the dust in the warehouse.

It's just a little cumbersome, just run it a few more times.

When he poured out the water in the bucket with this thought in mind, the weather didn't expect what a wonderful sight he would see.

The water did not fall on the ground, they turned into clouds, floating on the high ceiling of the warehouse, and then there was a wind in the house, at first it was just a small wind, and then it became bigger and bigger, the young man stared dumbfounded at the center of the house carrying dust The small, no, miniature tornado that spun together circled the floor before dissipating cleanly around him.

All that was left was a mountain of dust as high as his calf.

It was raining in the house.

In the end, the weather just swept the ashes into the trash can, and the warehouse has become very clean.

He was sure that it had nothing to do with the shopkeeper, because before the floating clouds disappeared, a strange face appeared, and it looked towards him.

【That's my substitute, Storm. 】

So says the memory.

〖What the hell is that, I don’t have anything called a double. 〗

The memories that belong to him should all be false.

But the weird face that appeared in the mid-air... No, at least the warehouse has been cleaned, that's right, Tian Tian decided to forget about that face, and it appeared on him one after another, like weeds that can't be mowed He has no patience for such strange things, and he doesn't want to deal with them at all.

After being notified by the weather that the work was over, the shopkeeper came over in surprise and walked around. Whether it was a clean window frame or a floor that had been sprinkled with water, it could show that the young man did a good job. Maybe he just Better at cleaning?Although it is a bit unbelievable to get a large warehouse in less than half an hour.He took out his trouser pocket, counted five ten-yuan bills from his wallet, and handed them to the weather, "For the sake of your diligence and honesty."

Originally, they were just a simple employment relationship. The young man who got the money and was about to leave was called by the shopkeeper.

The chunky man just closed the warehouse door in an orderly manner, and didn't mean to look at the weather, "I don't know what's going on with you, and I'm not interested in your background, but I'll look for a job next time, Anyway, remember to tell others that you are 30 years old."

"Besides, if you are 21 years old, if you are lucky, you will lose your job, and if you are unlucky, you will be beaten." After locking the door, the shopkeeper raised his head and looked at him funny, "No one likes to be treated as a fool, even yourself Maybe it doesn't mean that."

"...What?" After hearing this advice, Weather looked at him in astonishment.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, anyway, remember, next time someone asks your age, just say you are 30 years old, idiot."

He waved his hand and walked away.

[He is right, I am very old because I have spent many years in prison. 】

But Tiantian recalled the face he saw in the mirror. He froze in place for a while, and then ran out of the alley quickly. The shops on the street have started to open one after another, but the young man did not enter any one, he just ran, Finally, he stopped in front of a glass window.

In the reflection of the crystal, the panting man holding his knees is a young man who will never be over 20 years old.

He looked at his clothes and stroked his hair, it was exactly the same as in the mirror.

Is the shopkeeper wrong?Or is he wrong?Weather stared at the piece of glass, but did not dare to do any proof, he already had a premonition—anything that happened to him would be proved in the end, and he was the one who was wrong.

"Hey, what do you want?" The door next to it was opened, and a man who seemed to be the owner of the shop came out from inside. He looked very strong, only a little shorter than the weather, and even held a shotgun, "Don't buy Just go away, I don’t entertain the poor.” The other party waved the shotgun in his hand, and the young man realized that there were military boots, daggers and other utensils in the window, and he could vaguely see them displayed in the cabinet. Here, long and short guns, this is a shop that sells guns.

Probably due to staying in front of the window for too long and looking ugly, it is not surprising to be misunderstood in such a chaotic place.

But the weather doesn't care about that at all.

[The gun is useless to me. 】

He took a deep breath, walked up to the man expressionlessly, and grabbed his collar, "What do I look like?"

"What, what are you doing?? I will shoot!!" I didn't expect that the man would dare to do that under the threat of a gun. Instead, he was frightened by the strong man, flailing his arms wildly, his strangled neck and The feet gradually leaving the ground frightened him very much. "I will shoot!! Let me go!!" His yelling attracted many people, but everyone around them just watched. Everyone could see that the weather was completely empty-handed, while the man he threatened had a gun.

If you can be taught a lesson like this, you deserve it.

In the dark region, people who admire power are very cruel, and they despise anything weak, even if he was once a member of the group.

Although the trigger was pulled, the double-barreled shotgun that was supposed to crush Weather's hands and feet didn't even make a sound. The man who had always believed that the gun would save him looked at Weather in amazement, his eyes full of fear.

Just like in my memory, the men who peeped at me in prison.

But Weather was just deadpan, and continued, "What do I look like?"

"... what... what?"

Maybe it was because he realized that the scary guy in front of him didn't intend to hurt himself, the man's panic was relieved a little, but the hand on his chest became stronger, he was lifted higher, and the weather's patience was running out. "What does my appearance look like?"

Who would ask someone how they look?Wouldn't it be better to look in the mirror?Though thinking this way, the strong man had to scream, "Tall! Definitely 6 feet tall, not fat, wearing black clothes and trousers, gray hair, you look very tall. Handsome……"

There is not much difference in the description.

"How old are you?"

The second question really drives a man crazy.

"How would I know!!"

As soon as the voice of scolding fell, he saw the flashing lightning around him.

The weather didn't even look at the man who was about to pop his eyes, and asked, "How old do I look?"

"30! No no maybe 35! Or bigger!! I don't know, I really don't know!!!" He sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

"So I should look old."

"No, no, not old at all, not old!!" Maybe he was afraid of offending him, the man yelled indiscriminately, but the weather didn't mean to continue asking, he just let go of his hand, and let the unlucky guy fall to the ground and crawl for a long time Can't get up.

Weather left on his own, he has more important things to do now.

【...Am I that young? 】

〖No, I am like this, I am 21 years old, graduated from high school, my mother is not in good health, and I owe a lot of money for treatment, so I went to work. 〗

He still remembers the memory of the first time he saw a mirror.

The weather returned to the residence that "should" be his home again. He hesitated for a long time, but he still didn't dare to knock on the door. What would he do if he frightened the woman?What if she really is the mother of 'Wes Brummer'?But what about the other 'I'?He was older than 'Weese', he had a mother like Weese, but passed away...

Now, in the eyes of others, he should be the older 'Weiss'.

So it's only natural that the mother of 'Young Wes' didn't recognize herself, she just thought she saw a man who resembled her son.

"...May I excuse you?" A familiar voice came from behind. It was an old woman with a cat in her arms, and it was the neighbor's grandmother Mai Lin. 〗She greeted the weather with kind eyes, "I saw you here yesterday, are you here to see Mrs. Brummel?"

This last name makes the weather whole stiff.

"Oh, I just wanted to say that she went out because her son didn't come home last night." The old woman smiled a little embarrassedly, "That's a very nice young man, as tall as you, also gray Is it because he had the same hairstyle as yours, you really look alike."

"...Is his name Weiss?" Weather only asked one sentence.

"How do you know? Oh, you even sound the same!" The old woman named Mai Lin looked at him, covering her mouth as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

But the weather has no mood to continue entangled with her, turned around and left.

Presumably there is no need to ask, the woman's name must be exactly the same as the mother in his memory.

But he is 'not her son'.

Where did young 'Wes Brummer' go?for