By the time I got home, it was already late at night.

My father had fallen asleep on the sofa.

I took a blanket and covered him with it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the casually placed letter on the table again—

[If this man Zhao Wei dies, you will receive seven hundred yuan.]

Boom!

A chill surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Wasn't the man I met at the supermarket the one with this name on his ID?!