Before long, the courtyard gate sounded again.
Song Chengbing and Yang Yindi had come home from work.
Seeing the gate standing open, Yang Yindi called out.
"Oh! Is Jinbao home already?"
"Hurry up and cook! We got off work a little late today. Don't let Jinbao go hungry!"
Song Chengbing spoke in a muffled voice behind her.
But the moment they entered the main room, both froze.
Then Yang Yindi slapped her thigh and began wailing.
"Damn it! We've been robbed!"
Song Chengbing stood stunned for a moment, then rushed into the inner room, only to find it in shambles too...
He hurried back out. "Stop howling, woman! See if Jinbao's home! What if he ran into the thief..."
Yang Yindi's crying faltered, and then she spotted the kitchen knife embedded in the leg of the overturned table.
"H-husband! Look... why's there a knife stuck in that table leg?"
The sight of the knife frightened Song Chengbing too.
They looked at each other.
Finally, Song Chengbing hesitantly stepped forward, pulled out the knife, and picked up the sheet of paper with trembling hands.
Song Chengbing had a primary school education, and Yang Yindi knew a few characters too.
Not many, though.
Still, after staring at those two lines and reading them over several times, they managed to understand the message.
The couple threw down the paper in fright, stared at each other with wide, terrified eyes, and both collapsed onto the floor!
After taking a while to recover, Song Chengbing scrambled to his feet and ran outside on shaking legs...
"I-I'll get the old Party secretary! Report it! We have to report it in town! J-Jinbao's in danger! Help... we need help!"
But Yang Yindi rolled over and grabbed his leg-
"No, we can't report it! They've got Jinbao! What