They said art came from reality.
And was even greater than reality.
The remarkable consistency of foxes' appearances in creative works fully reflected the traits of real foxes.
Foxes were simply beautiful.
Especially when the child had seen a rare white fox.
"Kiddo."
The woman thought of something.
Her eyes lit up. "Did Bai Bai ever talk to you?"
"God couldn't bear to see the child suffer, or to let you miss each other forever, so He gave him a clear sign."
"The child didn't even have a pretty Great White Fox to keep him company."
That theory...
"Your own voice?"
The officer coughed loudly twice.
"He just kept it in his heart."
The woman winked at the man.
"..."
"You don't remember clearly..."
"What did the voice sound like?"
Or had Bai Bai actually spoken clearly to you?
The woman raised her head slightly and glanced at the sky.
The Big Boy looked conflicted.
"Mm."
The man looked at the officer with a hint of anticipation.
The officer nodded.
"It's related."
"A woman's voice?"
You're a good kid.
"Can't you answer even one of them?"
The man let out a long breath.
The woman looked helpless.
The man nodded.
You didn't even notice...
"I just thought of a possibility..."
"What you heard..."
"No..."
"Let's take the child to the hospital."
That was right.
She felt a little disappointed.
The woman spoke.
"Maybe..."
"You tell him."
"Looks like the child didn't hear the fox's voice."
"Does the kid remember Bai Bai's voice?"
"And how did you know the child was here?"
"Talking?"
"No talking..."
The officer smiled awkwardly.
"But I could understand what Bai Bai meant..."
"Could it have been your own voice?"
"You tell me."
Was this some kind