An Ning, the mystic, took the lead. Big Beard followed right behind her like a loyal guardian. An uneasy An Guoping tagged along, mixing in with several police officers as they all headed toward Car 13.
An Ning reached Car 13 without any obstruction. Her eyes immediately landed on the canvas bags scattered sparsely on the luggage rack.
The canvas bags weren't large. They were the cheap, durable, hand-carried type—a common choice of luggage for many travelers.
"That one."
An Ning pointed to a canvas bag. Big Beard stepped forward from behind her and carefully retrieved it. "Really?" he asked, his voice uncertain, as if hoping he was wrong.
"Open it."
Big Beard took down the canvas bag. It felt a little heavy, and his heart began to sink.
"Whose bag is this?"
"Whose bag is this?"
He asked twice, but no one answered. Even more suspicious.
Big Beard quickly placed the bag on a table and unzipped it.
