"I want to know! I want to know! Tell me, quick!" Xiaoman said anxiously.
Chen Chuan said, "According to the record, your brother died in a gang conflict ten days ago. You received and confirmed this news on the second day, but on the third day, you discovered your brother was alive again? Is that correct?"
Xiaoman nodded.
Chen Chuan said, "On that third day, where did you find your brother?"
"At home," Xiaoman said.
Chen Chuan grunted in acknowledgment. He looked at Xiaoman and asked, "In that case, your brother's body… did anyone from his gang ever bring it back?"
Xiaoman's hands began to tremble.
Chen Chuan nodded. "I see. They didn't. Your brother's body was never returned. So, the person you've been seeing wasn't your brother. It's always been that thing you just saw." He glanced at the wardrobe across from them, and at the mannequin inside.
Xiaoman screamed, "Impossible! That's impossible! That's my brother! I can tell…"
