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As he was filled with conflicting thoughts, the corner of his eye caught sight of a rope among the clutter. Zhang Hui's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline. He stood up abruptly: this could be useful! By using the rope to descend from the rooftop to the apartment of someone living on the top floor, he could quietly take some valuable items and return the same way, which would yield a considerable profit without requiring too much skill.
Alright, it's decided. For the sake of his family, he would steal just this once. Zhang Hui clenched his fists, his nails leaving deep crescent marks in his palms.
Though he was an amateur, Zhang Hui carefully considered suitable locations for his endeavor: some houses were too low and old, inhabited by poor people; while it was easy to enter, the returns would be minimal. Others were too high, usually with locked doors to prevent accidents, leaving him with no opportunity. Some houses were located in bustling areas where passersby might easily notice someone attempting theft.
After much contemplation, Zhang Hui spotted an excellent target—the Cosine Building. Though it was called a building, it was only thirteen stories high and had been designed and constructed by Yu Group a decade ago. It was one of the earliest spacious high-rise residential properties in Jiangcheng City. To enhance the overall aesthetic of the building, the developer prohibited residents from installing security screens, which provided him with an advantage. Over time, the building's walls had become dull and mottled, losing their former grandeur; only the E-shaped billboard on the rooftop still bore remnants of its past glory. Meanwhile, Yu Group's operations had gradually declined and were on the brink of collapse. The last renovation had halted halfway through, leaving Zhang Hui owed several months' wages, filling him with resentment towards this company and all its properties.
"Stealing from their building just once will serve as compensation for my unpaid wages," Zhang Hui thought to himself as he wrapped his coat tightly around him and headed towards the Cosine Building.
The summer night wind carried a chill as it howled across the empty rooftop, causing Zhang Hui to shiver involuntarily. He glanced around to ensure no one was watching before securely tying one end of the rope to a concrete support beneath the E-shaped billboard and fastening the other end tightly around his waist, checking repeatedly to ensure the knots were secure. "Heavenly Father, I'm stealing just this once for my daughter and wife; please bless me with a smooth journey," he murmured silently, feeling anxious about this illicit act. He climbed over the railing and leaned out cautiously until he confirmed that directly below was indeed the balcony of the thirteenth floor before slowly descending using the rope.
The distance from the rooftop to the balcony of the thirteenth-floor resident was only about two meters, but the wall was as smooth as if it had been oiled. Zhang Hui could only grip tightly onto the rope while using his toes to dig into any protrusions in the wall. With the help of the rope, he finally managed to land quietly on the balcony. The glass door leading inside was unlocked and slightly ajar; this careless homeowner had undoubtedly done him a great favor. Holding his breath, Zhang Hui pushed open the glass door with trembling fingertips, each tiny sound making his heart race.
As he passed through nearly transparent sheer curtains, darkness enveloped him inside. Crouching low like a cautious mouse, he stealthily entered the living room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, furniture began to take on vague shapes illuminated by outdoor light—television, sofa, coffee table, dining table… Where could money be hidden? He pondered while carefully moving toward the bedroom, each step feeling as if he were walking on cotton.
Wait? In the dark, he noticed that the bedcovers were neatly folded without a wrinkle; it looked as if no one had slept there at all. Zhang Hui edged forward for a closer look and confirmed that indeed no one was present. He tiptoed into another bedroom where there was also no sign of life.
"What luck! It seems heaven has begun to pity me," Zhang Hui sighed in relief as his tense shoulders finally relaxed, shaking off his initial anxiety about stealing for the first time. Finding it too slow and cumbersome to search in darkness, he gritted his teeth and pressed the light switch in the living room. Under bright light, he began rummaging through everything without restraint—drawers were yanked open violently and wardrobes turned upside down.
A thick stack of cash lay there—easily amounting to half a year's salary; a brand-new laptop; a crystal statue that sparkled and looked quite valuable; along with some shiny jewelry and scattered electronic devices. As he stuffed these items into an Adidas backpack found in the house, Zhang Hui's hands trembled uncontrollably—not from fear but from an uncontrollable excitement—earning so much money without sweating under the scorching sun or laboring in cold winds made him feel like shouting with joy. "With this haul I can pay off several months' interest on my loans; if I do this a few more times, could I clear my debts and buy back my family's house that I sold? Would I finally live like a wealthy person?" With that thought in mind, greed sparkled in his eyes.
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