"Where could Old Wang have gone?" Fan Yuantang stopped in his tracks.
He had been searching for an hour, checking all the usual places Old Wang frequented, but hadn't found him.
"He couldn't have gone anywhere else, unless..."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, his index finger reaching towards his ear, then gently twisting and slowly pulling it out.
Wrapped around the tip of his finger was a white ribbon.
As he pulled the finger out, the white ribbon slowly fluttered in the air, moving in front of Fan Yuantang's eyes.
The ribbon widened, and new colors appeared on the white, combining to form a picture--the very scene Fan Yuantang had witnessed.
From the moment he opened his eyes to the moment he closed them, everything was recorded in detail, like a camera capturing everything.
Fan Yuantang stared at the ribbon in front of him, his left hand gently grabbing it and pulling it outward, the images on the ribbon began to move, stopping at a bus stop sign.
