The old lady walking down the street suddenly paused, squinted her eyes, and then sped up.

It's a remote trail, and there's no one to see in the afternoon.

Ahead of her was a man in a jacket and jeans.

But she didn't care who the other person was, her attention was all on the other party's trouser pocket, the wallet that was still wobbly and half exposed.

It's about to fall out.

A bulging wallet that must be filled with stacks and stacks of cash.

The old lady's heart was tempted, and the sulking she had thought she had received in the mall was swept away, replaced by greed.

Her heart beat with the purse, up and down.

Quick, fall out. A voice cried out in her heart.

The wallet rubbed against it, revealing a little more.

At this moment, the man turned a corner and entered an alley.

The old lady hurriedly followed, with her sharp legs.

She snorted and crept to the alley and looked carefully.

In the narrow and deep alleys, I don't know which air conditioner is dripping water.

One drop, two drops, tick non-stop.

There wasn't a single figure.

Her long, narrow eyes peered to the ground, and in the blurred darkness, in the middle of the aisle, the thick purse lay quietly on the ground.

Hey!

Sure enough, it had to be mine.

She looked around, but no one noticed.

He was leaning forward, his steps were swift and sharp, not at all like an old man with limited mobility.

After stepping on the thick purse, she looked back and forth.

After making sure that no one was there, she bent down to pick up the purse, and the bloated and plump figure gave her infinite excitement.

It was as if something had been ignited in her body, like a haystack dyed with spark.

When you open your wallet, the most conspicuous thing is a thick pile of banknotes.

The old lady was very happy, and the previous depression was swept away.

She carefully pulled out a bright red note and looked at the light coming in from the alley.

Her expression suddenly froze, and the bright red hundred-dollar bill turned a miserable green at this moment.

She quickly rummaged through her wallet and pulled out the wad of money, all of which were dark coins.

At the same time, she was horrified to find that the hand holding her purse was aging at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In a few moments, the hands, which were only slightly wrinkled, turned into dry bark, bloodless.

"Uh-" She tried to scream, but found that her voice was completely exhausted.

The purse that she always held in her hand seemed to have an infinite gravitational pull, sucking her energy, thoughts and breath of life away.

Smack, a soft sound.

The wallet fell to the ground.

The decaying corpse was then reduced to ashes and blown away by the wind.

Alley entrance, corner.

A man in a jacket and jeans walks in and picks up his wallet.

"Arrogance and greed, good." The man looked at the wallet in his hand and said gently.

It was a mature, deep, sculptural face.

Magnetic sounds echoed through the empty alleys, and the sound of water ticking like an echo from hell.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he wondered.

In the wallet, in addition to the overflowing arrogance and greed, there is another feeling.

A warmth that doesn't fit in.

The man stared at the purse for a moment, then put it in the pocket of his jacket and walked out.

……

The sky became two colors, a faint white and a lonely dusk.

Street lamps lit up along the street, illuminating the hurried crowd. In the speeding cars on the street, people go from one cage to another.

Sylvie walked in front, hands behind her back, as if she didn't have the heart to show the slightest curiosity.

Of course, Jiang Qiao knew what this was, she was still trapped in the afternoon incident and didn't come out.

Sylvie's confusion is the same as that of everyone in the city, and the troubles of life have always been so unreasonable.

The falling dusk stretched Sylvie's shadow for a long time.

Jiang Qiao couldn't see her face clearly, and only vaguely saw her slightly trembling eyelashes.

"Jiang Qiao, did I do something wrong?" She whispered that stopping in the crowded streets and stopping under the street lamps would not get in the way of passers-by.

In a trance, Jiang Qiao seemed to feel that Sylvie was familiar with life here, even if it was only a short afternoon, she had become a native of here.

"What do you say?" Jiang Qiao stepped forward and looked at the sky in the distance with her.

"I think you're doing the right thing," Ehashi said, "but you just happened to help a bad guy, well, maybe we're not very lucky." ”

Sylvie nodded, and then asked, "But why, no one went up to help her, and they all saw that it was a bad person?"

Jiang Qiao was stunned, and after a while, he said: "There is a saying here in us, which is that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"With great power comes great responsibility...... "Sylvie repeated, chewing on the phrase.

Jiang Qiao said: "There are risks in doing anything, and most ordinary people do not have the ability to resist risks, so it is normal to be cautious." ”

"Then I'm going to think you're praising me for my ability?" Sylvie smiled, feeling a little better.

Then they took another step towards their home.

Tonight, Jiang Qiao didn't need to go to the hospital to accompany Cheng Ruoxi, there were her parents.

......