Monday, 15 August, 10:11 p.m.

City of C Radio Academy.

Zhao Dacheng sat in the doorman's room, his eyes staring out the window for half an hour.

Outside the window is the sidewalk and the road.Pedestrian vehicles, as usual, just seem a bit tired.This is Monday Syndrome.

There is only one place that is special.

There was something more under the street lamppost.A mountaineering bag with a drum kit.New climbing bags, look at the style price is not expensive.He didn’t remember coming to work in the morning.

About a month ago, the evening newspaper reported that a private owner in the south went to the bank to withdraw 800,000 yuan in cash and packed it in an Adi brand mountaineering bag.Leaving the bank just walked two streets, was robbed by two men who were trailing behind him, snatched the mountaineering bag, and stabbed him when he fled.The gangsters have not yet been caught.The injured are still in the hospital intensive care unit.

Thinking about it, Zhao Dacheng’s breathing quickly began to puff.He wanted to go out and walk over, open the mountaineering bag, and solve the doubts in his heart.But he did not dare, he was always very honest, just a little reluctant.

Every time a passing pedestrian turned his head to the side of the road and looked curiously at the bag that was left alone on the side of the road, he would be nervous.Finally, he took a big sip of tea, pretending to walk out of the house if nothing else, and his heart "banged" and jumped, feeling as if he was a thief...

Two minutes later, the red climbing bag was placed under the table in the doorman's room, which he did not dare to put on.Suspected sitting for a while, he slowly calmed down, he also can not remember how to carry the bag into the house, but feel not too heavy.

He didn’t even know that a bag full of money was sinking.He never had that much money anyway.

He kicked his foot first, and there seemed to be paper in it, a lot of paper.Is money made of paper?

He looked around, and there was no one outside the window, and it was school time.

He was so excited and curious that he reached out and pulled the red mountaineering bag out of the table.

Pull the lock.It was paper, but not money.

He was a little disappointed, but not worried.Who has enough to eat and do nothing to put waste paper in a high-end mountaineering bag?

He could not bear anything else, put his hand in and touch it.

There is something in there.

The hard state.Rounded.

He couldn’t tell what it was.So he opened the waste paper, and the inspector's neck was drawn to look at it.

Today is a cloudy day, through the sapphire glass, the light in the room is dim, the table is darker, the mountain bag is open, the inside of the thing has a vague outline.Zhao Dacheng looked carefully –

I saw a blurry face facing him.

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