In the middle of the night, in a corner of the Red Capital, a young man wearing long-sleeved trousers that did not fit well and unfashionable leather gloves on his hands was deliberately avoiding the crowds on the street, and came to the alley next to a convenience store, rummaging through the garbage cans there.

"He's right, isn't he?"

A middle-aged man who looked like a plumber was squatting on the ground, watching the figure of the young man walking into the alley from a distance and asked softly, but he was surrounded by nothing but himself

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