A spindly, stooped man in a torn army jacket shuffled from a cave. His face was covered with dirt. After clearing off part of the dirt with his bare hands, he gave his arms and legs a full stretch, and took out a small piece of cloth from his left hand sleeve. On the cloth were three lines of scribbles by a fountain pen.
1122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbndW0opok
Attn: Lizard1122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLlUBGZuGVa
Meet: Urgent 1122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5DClMZ4XPe
The basement: 505
1122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBMKpZuDFmq
For the next half-hour, he stared at the cloth and examined it closely.
"Lizard is myself. It's something urgent. But what is 505?"
He took out a cigarette case from his pocket and lit up a Marlboro with his lighter. He hoped this will make him think clearer.
ns3.22.101.47da2
