Ignorance and Suspicion

Zhang Heng looked at the college student before him. The latter was like one of those inspirational protagonists from movies and novels who overcame countless hardships, conquered mental illness, and finally found new life, completely shedding his former gloom.

He stood there, talking at length about how he had climbed out of the depths of his life, how he had wronged his parents and friends during this time, and how he had made everyone worry about him.

His emotions, movements, and expressions were all flawless. Judging by the cashier girl's reaction, stories about prodigals turning over a new leaf always had a market, no matter the era.

Yet everything required a process. Mental illness was also a kind of illness, and even the very few who could recover on their own needed time.

The college student usually secluded himself at home and rarely left his bedroom. Others might not understand him, but Zhang Heng, who had seen him yesterday afternoon and the night before, knew very well that the man's "condition" had shown no signs of improvement. Zhang Heng still clearly remembered how the college student had even pulled down his pants right in front of him in order to play dumb.

And when the sound of a key entering the lock had rung out, the terror on the other man's face had definitely not been an act.

Yet in less than a day, the college student had suddenly recovered. After disappearing for a night, he had reappeared, and unlike before, he had openly shown himself in front of everyone. No matter how Zhang Heng looked at it, there was a hint of deliberate concealment in all this.

However, it was not yet time to lay his cards on the table. Zhang Heng then pointed at the side of the