A spindly, stooped man in a torn army jacket shuffled from a cave. His face was covered with dirt. After clearing off part of the dirt with his bare hands, he gave his arms and legs a full stretch, and took out a small piece of cloth from his left hand sleeve. On the cloth were three lines of scribbles by a fountain pen.
1156Please respect copyright.PENANA74TDef2xhy
Attn: Lizard1156Please respect copyright.PENANA3tR7JWwjvK
Meet: Urgent 1156Please respect copyright.PENANAicQ1PjCcQX
The basement: 505
1156Please respect copyright.PENANA70DtyM5JU9
For the next half-hour, he stared at the cloth and examined it closely.
"Lizard is myself. It's something urgent. But what is 505?"
He took out a cigarette case from his pocket and lit up a Marlboro with his lighter. He hoped this will make him think clearer.
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