The short-haired man went back again.
He racked his brains, trying to recall where he had been standing and at what angle.
The short-haired man slowly felt his way around.
He adjusted his position and angle bit by bit.
He refused to believe it...
He had clearly seen it just now.
Could it have been a hallucination?
This python was really going to drive him crazy...
Wait—
The short-haired man held his breath.
Don't move.
Don't move...
Unconsciously, the short-haired man dug his fingernails into the back of his hand.
L-Look! He saw it!?
A python with red eyes!
The red-eyed python he had been searching for!
It was this python, right?
The short-haired man was afraid to get his hopes up.
He hadn't mistaken it, had he?
He pressed himself tightly against the glass.
It really...
Was this the red-eyed python he had been looking for!?
After a long while, the short-haired man slowly closed his open mouth.
His eyes grew sore from staring, but the short-haired man still couldn't bear to close them.
He propped his eyes open with his fingers.
Tears from eye strain were already streaming down his face.
He hurriedly wiped them away.
Otherwise, if someone saw him, they'd think something had happened to him.
Luckily, the reptile house was an unpopular attraction.
Not many people came so early in the morning.
The short-haired man covered one eye at a time.
He let his eyes rest for a while.
Who knew how long had passed...
The sound of approaching footsteps startled the short-haired man.
The short-haired man immediately turned his face slightly away.
He quickly wiped his face.
Then he turned around.
There were two men.
They had their backs to him.
The short-haired