"Someone specifically bought the haunted house?" Han Fei looked at the white wax on the ground. "Did he place all these things?"
"Nonsense, except for that madman, who else would do such a thing... That's not quite right, there are indeed other weirdos in the building." The old man seemed to remember something. "But the white wax was definitely laid out by him, I caught him red-handed before."
"Why would he do that?"
"Who knows? Ask him and he won't say, the community doesn't care, and we've even called the police, but that guy just refuses to stop." The old man was also quite troubled. "If you're really curious, go and ask him yourself, but I must advise you, you can't take everything a madman says seriously, if you do, you're not far from madness yourself."
After cleaning up in front of his own door, the old man closed it, perfectly exemplifying the proverb, 'Everyone sweeps the snow from their own doorstep'.
