It wasn't that easy to be set free. Li Xianglu was led away blindfolded, and after several twists and turns, they stopped in front of a bus station. Then the man in the front row wearing a mask took a large dark green canvas bag from the trunk and handed it to Li Xianglu, not saying a word before leaving.
Li Xianglu felt the weight of the bag—so heavy. Could it be another bomb? While thinking this, she started to open and rummage through the bag, finding boxes of pastries, tea leaves, two bottles of Moutai, two wooden boxes. Li Xianglu sniffed and a strong scent of ginseng wafted out. There was a parcel wrapped in oil paper that felt soft to the touch. She sniffed it—it must be some kind of herb.
As Li Xianglu was zipping up the bag, a shaky public bus arrived. Li Xianglu glanced at the wooden bus sign, an unknown place, and the last stop was a school.
