She held onto the wall and carefully walked forward.

Along the way, many people walked from the direction of the toilet.

Ye Nian'an brushed past them and suddenly smelled a strange odor.

With the spiritual spring water enhancing her five senses, and being a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, she naturally possesses a keen sense for distinguishing unusual odors.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what this strange smell was.

However, Ye Nian'an subconsciously glanced at the man who emitted a strange odor.

He was wearing a hat, so his face was not clearly visible. He was about 1.72 meters tall and wearing a brown trench coat.

Just around the corner, a figure stumbled due to the sudden jolt of the train and crashed straight into her.

"careful!"

Ye Nian'an reacted quickly and caught the other person.

He was a middle-aged man, around forty years old, wearing thick-rimmed black glasses, dressed in an ill-fitting gray Zhongshan suit, with somewhat disheveled hair and a nervous expression.

He was clutching a black briefcase, about half a meter square, tightly in his arms.

"Thank you... thank you, comrade."

The man adjusted his glasses, his voice carrying a hint of the refined elegance and panic typical of a scholar.

"You're welcome."

Ye Nian'an glanced at him.

For some reason, her intuition told her that this man was not simple.

Especially the box in his arms, although it looked ordinary, the way he held it made it seem like he was holding his lifeline.

After glancing around warily, he hurriedly thanked him and walked quickly towards his carriage.

A strange feeling flashed through Ye Nian'an's mind, but she didn't think much of it.

However, when she came out of the restroom and passed the corner again, she heard a suppressed, desperate growl with a sobbing tone.

"My suitcase! My suitcase is gone!"

It's that man with glasses from earlier!