Chapter 27 The Lonely Halloween

As night fell, the streets of London were now in a carnival, and people were celebrating Halloween. The streets and alleys were full of cheerful chatting and laughing. People on the streets played a variety of strange characters with all kinds of happy music. Everyone was immersed in the gala night. No one would notice a sad boy on this occasion. He stood in a daze under the Big Ben alone, wearing a tuxedo and a pair of bright leather shoes. He had no extra ornaments, except for a teardrop drawn with a black paint pen at the lacrimal nevus on his face.