In China Li Jing, the time was early morning of August 27th, at one corner of the port.
At a corner of the port, Gu Wenyu sat on a public wooden bench playing with his mobile phone, while Su Zimai sat silently beside him.
At this moment, the night looked like a curtain draped over the port, all around was deserted and uninhabited, distant windmills were slowly rotating, and the tides ebbed and flowed, crashing onto the shore and breaking into waves.
After a while, Gu Wenyu suddenly stretched out his right hand without lifting his head, extending a restraint belt from within his trench coat sleeve.
The restraint belt, like a nimble little black snake, slowly descended, extracting a ten-yuan coin from his trench coat pocket, then wrapped around it and slipped it into the coin slot of the nearby vending machine.
Then, the black restraint belt tapped on the vending machine's screen, purchasing a can of beer and a bottle of Wangzai milk.
