"Why won't any of you believe me? Honey, you know I'm not crazy, don't you?"
"There really are aliens! Come with me and see for yourselves. There are marks at the scene—marks a flying saucer definitely left behind!"
Even as they led him away, the balding middle-aged man kept talking.
His wife snapped beside him, "Stop it! Keep this up and the police will detain you! You've got too much time on your hands!"
"Honey, believe me!" the man said, stamping his foot. "It was in the park just ahead. I saw it with my own eyes! I'm telling you, that alien was not friendly. The aura around him made my scalp crawl. My legs went weak. I thought I was going to die, you know?"
"He really meant to kill someone! Find a man named Feis and another called Huaji, and you're sure to run into that alien again."
He went on and on, but his wife did not believe a word. She dismissed it as a daydream and kept scolding him. "Look at you! A grown man with nothing better to do. What have you ever accomplished? I sent you to buy a bottle of vinegar, and you insisted on taking your bird. Now it's gone, and you're blaming aliens?"
The balding man seemed thoroughly henpecked. He looked miserable but could not get a word in.
Just then, a young man carrying a large hiking pack came over, frowning.
"Sir, what was that about Huaji and Feis?"
Delighted that someone had asked, the balding man hurriedly recounted what had happened.
His wife tugged at him. "You're still going on about it? Don't listen to him, young man. There's no such thing as aliens!"
But the young man could not afford to dismiss it. "This alien... did he look