Global Fugitive
An inconspicuous Ford sedan pulled up by the roadside. A young man got out and walked into the small park beside it. It was a little past nine in the morning, and there were not many people around. The young man sat on a bench, took out a bag of bird feed, grabbed a handful, and scattered it on the ground.
"Chirp chirp chirp chirp~~!"
The young man spread his hand and called out to the birds in the distance. As though drawn in by his voice, many fluttered over and landed where he had scattered the food. They were all common birds: sparrows, magpies, North American Red Cardinals, Red-eyes, and so on.
Some of the little birds hopped onto the young man's hand. Smiling, he stroked their soft bodies and smoothed their feathers. The birds squinted contentedly beneath his touch.
A few seconds later, one bird would hop down and begin pecking at the food on the ground, only for another—or even two or three—to jump into his hand.
An elderly couple passed through the park. Seeing the harmonious scene between the young man and the birds, the old woman said, "He must be a very caring person to make those sensitive little fellows like being close to him so much."
The old man nodded. "I think so too."
Once the birds had eaten their fill, the young man waved his hand and said, "Go scout around and see what's happening."
As though they had received the highest order, the birds all flapped away.
This little park was not far from Jiang Hao's home, just one street over, five or six hundred meters away. Jiang Hao had come here to run before. He did not know what his home looked like now, but he could guess that