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The rain soon became heavy.

The pitter patter.

Tiny droplets of water fell on the crazy old woman's hair and wrinkled face.

She just sat there blankly, staring at the sky in ecstasy.

It's like I can't feel anything.

I ran over quickly and planned to drive away.

The old woman was awakened by the footsteps and turned to look over.

His eyes were dull for two seconds, then suddenly widened.

"Give me!"

"be mine!"

She rolled and crawled towards me, grabbing me with her black hands, as if she was grabbing something.

"She wants paper clothes?"

I tossed the plastic box over.

The crazy old woman rushed forward, caught it in her hand, and held it in her arms like a treasure.

"My new clothes."

"This is my new clothes"

"Hey hey hey"

She muttered, her old face spreading into a big smile, looking even weirder.

Is she related to the old man at the funeral shop?

I walked over in the rain.

The crazy old woman hid to the side very warily, holding the paper clothes tightly in her hands, for fear that I would snatch it away.

"Old lady, you said these are your clothes?"

"It's mine! It's the new clothes my man bought for me! No one can take it away!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

"He said I look best in red!"

"be mine!"

Could it be that the color attracted her?

"Who is your man? Where is he?"

"He will come back! He bought me a house. After buying the house, we can start a new business."

The crazy old woman was very nervous, talking incoherently, shouting and laughing at times.

"I put on new clothes, they look beautiful."

"I'll be happy to have him back."

"Buy a house?" I grasped the key point, "Where is he going to buy a house?"

"A good place!" The crazy old woman said mysteriously, holding her paper clothes and getting up from the rain-soaked ground.

"I won't tell you where."

"Tell others and good things will stop."

"Shhh"

She nervously raised her finger at me, then looked around, fearing that others might hear her, and ran away furtively with her paper clothes in her arms.

"Hey, wait."

I catch up.

She had just mentioned the house, and I couldn't let that clue go.

At least, this is the only information related to Wuyou City that appears now.

The rain is getting heavier.

The crazy old woman stumbled and ran in the cold rain.

I fell down on the mud several times, crying and laughing, and struggled to get up.

I held a black umbrella and followed not too far behind.

Watching her stumble along the way, she rushed into a shabby shed holding her paper clothes.

This shed is on the edge of the town, leaning against a few big trees. It has been built for some years.

The wood supporting the shed was blackened.

The plastic sheeting on the roof was in tatters and could not keep out the rain.

The rainwater fell in and hit the pots and pans, making a clanging sound.

"Hey hey hey"

"Today is a good day, everything you want can come true."

"my new clothes"

"My precious grandson"

The sound of the old woman crying, laughing, and singing could be heard intermittently in the shed.

It looked desolate and pitiful.

What a madman.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the old woman huddled in the shed out of the rain, hugging her paper clothes and gradually fell asleep.

There was a roar all around.

The air is cold and damp.

Although there was an umbrella, it was not a problem to stand in the rain all the time.

I squinted my eyes and looked around.

I found an abandoned and rotten house not far away, where I could see the condition of the shed.

I walked over and looked inside through the broken window to make sure it was an empty house, then opened the crooked door and walked in.

Although there were holes in the roof, water accumulated in some places in the house.

But simply taking shelter from the rain is not a problem.

I found an old stool, wiped it, placed it by the rainproof window, and sat down.

From time to time he raised his head and took a look at the condition of the shed through the window.

Cold rain drifted in through the window, and the old and dilapidated shed was crumbling in the wind and rain.

I wonder how long the old woman will sleep.

But if the rain is so heavy, even if she wakes up, she won't be running around.

However, the brain circuitry of a madman is different from that of a normal person, and I am not completely sure.

Better keep an eye on it.

I sat there for a while.

Listening to the rain dripping and splashing.

The shed nearby is always quiet.

I stood up, stretched out, and looked around the abandoned empty house.

"Obviously there is an empty house not far away. No matter how dilapidated it is, it is better than a simple shed, but the old woman won't come to live in it."

"She and her lover probably don't have a house in the town. Otherwise, would they need to buy one? This shed may be the temporary home they built before."

"However, if you are a local, you should not have no house to live in."

Was thinking about it.

There was the sound of pattering footsteps outside.

Very hurried.

I looked out the window.

In the hazy heavy rain, someone ran over in a hurry, and their shoes made a loud sound when they stepped on the accumulated water on the ground.

"call--"

"This rain is too heavy."

The man ran under the eaves, let out a long breath, and patted the water drops on his body.

It looked like he was here to take shelter from the rain.

"I'm afraid it won't stop for a while."

The man muttered and walked into the house. When he saw me inside, he was shocked.

"Oh mom."

This man's actions were exaggerated and funny, and I was amused by him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm hiding from the rain here too."

"It's so cold. I thought it was a ghost." He patted his chest and walked into the house while arranging his wet hair.

Wearing a suit, a pair of leather shoes, and holding a dark brown briefcase in his hand.

He is around 30 years old and seems to be somewhat shrewd, but he doesn't have the temperament of a boss.

Isn't he dressed like this for someone selling insurance?

"Hey, buddy, you look strange. You're not from this town, are you?" He held his briefcase and greeted me with a smile.

Very familiar.

"Can you tell this? You are familiar with everyone in the town, right?" I smiled and handed over a cigarette.

The way he held the cigarette was a bit unfamiliar, but he didn't refuse. He was very used to pleasing customers.

"You are right. Although I am not a local, I have visited every house in the town."

"Then your business is quite big. Every household is your customer." I exclaimed.

The man was a little embarrassed.

"It's not my business, I'm also working."

I'm even more sure that he sells insurance. Anyway, it's nothing, so I just chatted.

Moreover, he said that he was so familiar with the area that he could ask for information by the way.

"Is it easy to do business here?"

"It's not easy to do. These people are very arrogant. They always feel like you are trying to trick them." The man curled his lips.

"Older people are like this. If you sell them serious products, they won't listen. They believe those health products that are deceptive."

The man nodded with deep understanding: "That's right! After running for more than half a year, I have only sold a few houses of this house, which is not enough for ten fingers."

"What? Are you selling a house?" I was stunned.