Inadvertently (if we say that such a deliberate but hopeless search can be considered inadvertent), we reunited on the Internet, and again, the mottled shadows of when we were still little Douding were revealed. It turned out that the entire memory in the diary was wrong. No, some partial and deliberate descriptions of things in the diary and the imagination that caused death were the culprits that put the memory on the wrong track...
Everything is wrong. It turns out that no one can be trusted.