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.
1150Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbmVadCqtd8
Attn: Lizard1150Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡonexzuF5eR
Meet: Urgent 1150Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZYmJGlTMkJ
The basement: 505
1150Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6NJQL7vCsc
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.
ns52.14.154.79da2
