I stared intently at that face.

Aside from close-ups in movies, I've never examined a man's face so closely.

Dark, thin, the scar on his left cheek shimmered an eerie red under the light.

"Password." Seeing me in a daze, Liu Shaobing shouted sternly.

I snapped out of it and reported the phone's unlock password.

Liu Shaobing mumbled something, then leaned back into the darkness, and the old chair creaked again.

I could see the faint glow of the phone screen illuminating his face, but it wasn't clear.

No need to see clearly, I knew, that was Liu Shaobing.

In this lifetime, I've only seen that kind of fatigue and indifference in his eyes.

He looked angry just now, but his eyes didn't change at all.

Liu Shaobing was holding my phone, scrolling through something I didn't know.

And I stared at him, not speaking either.

My mind was blank.

Why did he come to find me?

Why did I choose this lousy traffic and move into this rundown house?

Encountering him, I was doomed.

Then, I saw Liu Shaobing look up at me and ask, "About two months ago, we met on the train?"

I didn't respond.

Because I didn't understand the question at all.

Liu Shaobing asked again, "What's your situation? I'm asking you, speak up."

You can't ignore someone holding a knife who might kill you at any moment.

So I tried my best to escape that extreme sense of unreality and carefully asked:

"Sorry, I didn't catch that, what did you say?"

"I said, two months ago, we sat in the same row on the train and chatted the whole way, is that right?"

It's not an illusion, did I hear that right?

But the man in front of me couldn't possibly be the chubby guy I met on the train.

He could only be Liu Shaobing.

He couldn't be Wang Bo.

What could happen to someone to change them into another person in two months?

Moreover, the eyes of the man in front of me were Liu Shaobing's eyes.

I would never forget them in my lifetime.

But, but, however—

He also couldn't possibly be Liu Shaobing.

Because Liu Shaobing would never know that I met Wang Bo on the train, and the timing was so precise.

In this half year, I've taken the train only once.

He was just scrolling through my phone.

But there were no records of that on my phone.

So who is he really?

Have I drunk too much?

Is this a dream?

Seeing I wasn't responding, Liu Shaobing leaned forward from behind the lamp and asked:

"Didn't you say back then that I looked like someone?"

I couldn't hold it in any longer.

What the hell is going on?

"Are you Wang Bo?" I shouted.

Liu Shaobing gave a bitter smile, "Ah, I don't know who I am."

"Am I called Wang Bo? Was it you on the train? Who did you say I looked like back then?"

I paused for a moment and replied, "I said you looked a lot like Liu Shaobing."

The man opposite was stunned for a moment and asked me, "Really? How similar?"

I almost answered unconsciously, "Exactly the same."

Wang Bo leaned back into the darkness and started laughing loudly until he was out of breath.

Exactly the same as that day on the train.

This man's voice sounded very unfamiliar.

But when I met Wang Bo, he had a severe cold.

In fact, I didn't know Wang Bo's real voice.

So, this wasn't a reason for suspicion either.

However, is he really Wang Bo?