Chapter 8 The Melting Person (I)(7)

We looked at the white woven bag 100 metres away spontaneously.
 “It smells so bad when I pulled it out. We don’t feel so bad every day in the garbage dump. I didn’t expect this woven bag to smell so bad. I dared not open it, so I called the police.”
Listening to her, I felt as if I was surrounded by a smell different from household garbage.
I couldn’t help walking towards the white woven bag.
 “What are you doing?” Asked Master.