Strange, where did the black plastic bag with the manuscript go? Why is it gone? He stood up, looked around, searched around his seat, and even got under the table to look in, but there was still nothing.

Zhang Jiaze stood up with a disgraced face, his face was pale, as if his organs had been stolen, and intuitively, he felt that the cleaner had thrown it away as garbage, so he hurriedly walked over to the structure and asked, "Excuse me...... Do you see a black plastic bag? ”

However, to Zhang Jiaze's disappointment, the female cleaner in her fifties shook her head:

"I didn't ...... I didn't see any bags. ”

Zhang Jiaze thought to himself, how is this possible? So he repeated his question again and said:

"A black plastic bag with a lot of paper in it, a lot of very important things written on it...... It's on this chair! ”

The cleaner's expression was still loveless, she shook her head, and said very firmly:

"I really didn't see the black plastic bag you said, there really wasn't ......"

After saying that, the cleaner was already a little impatient, and accused Zhang Jiaze of interfering with her work.

Zhang Jiaze had no choice but to get out of the way, returned to his seat, and looked for it again, but there was still no one.

"Did you sleepwalk last night? Or did I not sit here and changed places just because I was sleepwalking? When thinking like this, Zhang Jiaze carefully searched the entire Internet café, but still did not find his bag.

Zhang Jiaze was really panicked this time. It's strange, how could that bag, which was sitting well in this chair last night, suddenly disappear? He looked at the two pages of the manuscript he had typed on his computer and confirmed that it was not a dream.

Zhang Jiaze's heart was pounding, although it only took him four or five months to write this manuscript, but it was undoubtedly almost a drain of his life's work. Without the foreshadowing and accumulation of the previous decades, he would not have been able to write such a work in these few months. This work is like his own children, and like some vital organ in his body, it is his most precious thing. Now, this thing is suddenly lost and suddenly gone, how can it not make him anxious?

Like an ant on a hot pot, Zhang Jiaze's only hope left is to come to the front desk of the Internet café, hoping to watch the surveillance video to see where such a valuable thing has gone? He came to the front desk, woke up the webmaster who was sleeping on the table, and explained his intention. The little brother of the network administrator looked unhappy, blamed him for disturbing his dream, and asked in a daze:

"What do you say? What's missing? ”

Zhang Jiaze immediately replied:

"A bag! Paper in the bag! ”

The little brother of the network administrator squinted a pair of sleepy-eyed eyes, and said with obvious teasing:

"Loaded paper? Renminbi? ”

Although Zhang Jiaze knew that the other party was ridiculing, in order to be able to retrieve the manuscript, he had to swallow his anger and say:

"I'll tell you, it's a manuscript!"

The network management brother pretended not to understand and asked:

"Manuscripts? What is a manuscript? Wipe your ass? ”

Zhang Jiaze tried his best to curb his imminent outbreak of anger, and said:

"Turn on the surveillance right away, I'll see!"

The network management brother spread his hands and coaxed his shoulders:

"Sorry, our surveillance here is broken!"

Zhang Jiaze was really angry this time:

"You! You wait! ”

The little brother of the network administrator didn't even look at him, and continued to sleep on the table. Before lying down, he glanced at Zhang Jiaze meaningfully, and his eyes clearly said:

"See what you can do to me, huh!"

Never give up until the last minute. The first thought that came to Zhang Jiaze's mind was to call the police.

He habitually reached into his trouser pocket and wanted to take out his mobile phone to call the police, but suddenly found that he had not used his mobile phone at all for more than five months. It turned out that there was an old mobile phone, because the card was out, and after these months of painstaking writing, now even the old mobile phone is gone.

"Do you need to use the only 5,000 yuan to buy a mobile phone?" Zhang Jiaze struggled for a while, and finally decided not to spend the money. It is said that modern people can't do without mobile phones, but for Zhang Jiaze, in the past few months, he has become accustomed to the days without mobile phones. Without his phone, the world is much quieter, which helps him write.

What's more, every penny of this 5,000 yuan is his hard-earned money.

In the end, he was cheeky and borrowed a mobile phone from a student who looked like an Internet student in an Internet café and called the police.

The police asked on the phone how much the lost things were worth, but Zhang Jiaze couldn't say. yes, if you think of them as a pile of paper, they're not worth a few bucks at all; However, if they are considered works of art, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are invaluable.

Mr. Zhang said he just wanted to see the surveillance footage of the Internet café and know where the bag had gone.

When the police found out, they were very enthusiastic and expressed their willingness to come over.

Zhang Jiaze thanked God in his heart, thinking that as long as the police arrived at the scene and called up the surveillance video, they would know where the bag went.

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