At four o'clock in the morning, the back alley of the Xianmeng headquarters.
I squatted in front of the trash can and reached into the pile of leftovers dumped from the canteen last night. The rancid smell mixed with the pungent smell of disinfectant penetrated into the nose, and the oil stain made the rubber gloves sticky. After touching it several times, my fingertips touched something hard.
When I pulled it out, I saw it was a jade pendant.
The green jade surface was covered with chewing gum, and there were a few footprints on the corners, showing that someone had stepped on it. The quality of the jade is just average, worth at most 180 yuan from a street stall.
But my heart beat a beat faster.
Because as soon as the jade pendant touched the rubber gloves on my hands, there was a slight vibration at the bottom of the trash can. It felt like a mobile phone with vibrate turned on and it felt numb against my hand.
The trash can recognizes its contents.
When I picked up this old bucket three years ago, it was just a rusty iron bucket with a "toxic waste" label on it. I thought it was a scrap bucket thrown out by some laboratory, and I took it home to sell scrap metal. But when I woke up the next morning, I found that the bucket had moved to my pillow by itself.
This bucket has been my biggest secret ever since.
"A rag picker, why are you digging here without sleeping in the middle of the night?"
There was a sound of footsteps behind him, mixed with a joking smile. I didn't have to look back to figure out who it was—inner disciple Zhou Chong, a scoundrel from Zao Wuji's lineage, who loved blocking me at the garbage dump for fun.
I subconsciously held the jade pendant in my hand, turned around and smiled: "Senior Brother Zhou, are you getting up so early to practice?"
