Huanhuan disappeared such a magical day. Where did it go? What did it do that night? Nobody knows. It was not until a doctor named Ah Q invented the communicator that he guessed the answer. "I" and Huanhuan "communicate":

Me: Huanhuan, where have you been? I'm worried about you!

Huanhuan: I am very happy these days. As a result, one day, I received a letter with a photo of a friend on it and a line below: "Please come to the basement of Garden Community 125, we have an emergency meeting." When I finished reading it, I thought it was just a very important thing, so I hurried there. After that, it took a sip of tea.

Me: Please, I'm worried sick.

Huanhuan: I looked for it for a long time, but I couldn't find it. I sat on the ground, feeling desperate. At this moment, I heard the cry of my friend. I followed the sound and found the "man" in the basement 125. Isn't that the "person" in the photo in my letter? Has it arrived yet ...? I quickly stepped forward and grabbed one. My friend Qian Qian went to the street to look for food. He saw a colored plastic bag in the middle of the road. Qian Qian walked past. At this moment, a big truck roared past and killed Qian Qian. ...

Me: No wonder you came back so late, but why were you so happy when you came back? Aren't you sad?

Huanhuan: We all agreed to take revenge, so we found his home by smelling the driver, and then acted according to Plan A. I won't say much about the rest. Anyway, we have solved the hatred in our hearts, and we are relieved. We can let Qian Qian rest in peace!

Me: Oh, I see. I won't ask any more questions. By the way, this communicator is running out of power. End the call!

Huanhuan: OK, goodbye, Master!

I said, put down the com and stopped talking.