In the evening, she was resting with her eyes closed, when a piercing scream suddenly echoed through the train compartment: "Ah..., my money is gone, my money has been stolen."
A middle-aged woman, touching her slashed pocket, sat on the ground crying heartbrokenly. This scene, no matter when, is always pitiful.
"I kept touching it and checking when I got on the train, it was still there before I slept, I just dozed off midway and it got stolen, this damned thief, don't let me find you, I'll stab you to death #￥..., "
The foul words that followed, she really didn't want to hear. No wonder people steal from you, dressed so richly, and you keep touching your pocket as if fearing people won't know you have money in there? The greatest taboo when traveling is this, regardless if it's a bag or a pocket, if you keep touching and looking, it spells disaster when observed by ill-intentioned people.
