Volume 46: What Kind Of Trash Are You?

At midnight, when it was dark and windy, a group of people sneakily walked out of the housing district with black bags, poking their heads out to glance around as if they were holding some mysterious parade.

"Asshole, it had been taken away!"

"Let’s throw it on the street!"

The people carrying the bags went to the street in scattered groups of twos and threes. Although they didn’t know each other, they smiled knowingly the moment their eyes met, as if they had bumped into a comrade while in an enemy-occupied area.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Hey, there is a trash can over there!"

"Go! Go!"

"What motherfucking garbage sorting!"

"Yes, damn that motherfucking garbage sorting, hahahaha!"

Everyone rushed merrily to the lonely trash can on the corner of the street. When the trash can was still a few steps away,...