"Come to think of it, I still haven't seen what's inside this thing." Gu Mian extended his hand towards Fatty's backside and pulled out a battered, torn document bag from underneath him.
Gu Mian ran his fingers over the deep brown document bag.
Truth be told, apart from its shape, one could hardly tell this was a document bag anymore.
Probably because it had been stored in a damp underground place for years, the writing on its surface had completely blurred. Fortunately, the opening was still firmly sealed, ensuring that whatever was inside remained intact.
It felt thick to the touch.
"I almost got buried underground to get this," Gu Mian said as he started to unseal the bag. "If this turns out to be full of useless scrap paper, I swear I'll go to the supermarket, buy some bombs, and blow up the school."
Holding the thick photo album, Fatty looked over. "But Doctor, I don't think supermarkets sell bombs..."
