You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

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The next morning.

An elderly white man with gray hair, wearing a gray tracksuit, is jogging in the morning.

He jogged past the university dormitory where Alex lived, looked up, and his gaze swept over a red shirt hanging on a balcony.

Then, without stopping or making any unnecessary movements, he left the dormitory area at his original pace.

He ran all the way to a public area called Volunteer Park a few blocks away.

There stood an old community bulletin board.

The white man took out a simple, slightly creased piece of paper he had prepared beforehand from his pocket—a missing cat notice—and pinned it to the bottom left corner of the notice board with a red thumbtack.

He then turned around and continued jogging away.

Time passed, and it was nine o'clock in the morning.

A Black garbage collector wearing a fluorescent yellow reflective vest, pushing a cleaning cart, and holding a broom swept up in front of the notice board.

He frowned as he glanced at the little GG, then reached out and tore it off, crumpled it into a ball, and swept it into the dustpan as if it were trash.

At noon, the Black cleaner sat on a park bench and ordered a fast food delivery using his phone.

After the food was delivered, he clicked "confirm receipt" on the app and gave it a five-star rating and a review.

The perspective shifts to the office of an import and export trading company.

A white manager, dressed in a dark blue tailored suit and tie, sat in front of a computer.

He seemed to be ordering takeout as well. He swiped the mouse and clicked on the same takeout restaurant as the black cleaner from before, and saw the five-star review for that takeout.

Then, he picked up the landline on the table and dialed a number.

Shortly afterward, a classical piece of music of a certain length was played on the hour during the GG segment of a local, obscure Seattle radio station.

The music was received in a corner of the campus.

A white homeless man, dressed in tattered cotton clothes and pushing a shopping cart full of recyclables, walked up to a bench next to the school gate and sat down.

Beside him was a bulging old backpack containing a high-sensitivity, full-band radio scanner that was in operation.

It is monitoring for any unusual encrypted radio signals within a 200-meter radius.

Meanwhile, an Asian student carrying a backpack and wearing a baseball cap began riding a mountain bike at a steady pace around the streets and buildings surrounding the school.

His gaze swept across both sides of the street, observing whether there were any unfamiliar vans with completely blacked-out windows parked nearby, or whether any muscular, strange men were lingering in inappropriate places for extended periods.

Half an hour later, the white homeless man stood up and left the bench.

As he passed a particular green trash can, he casually tossed in a half-finished pink Monster Energy drink bottle, an action that was captured by someone hidden in the shadows.

On the other side, an international student on a bicycle stopped at the intersection, took out his phone, and posted a status on Twitter: "Going for a bike ride to exercise, feels great."

The accompanying picture is an ordinary street scene.

The white manager of the import and export trading company who had apparently ordered takeout earlier saw this tweet on his phone.

A few minutes later, he posted a tweet from his account showing afternoon tea sandwiches and coffee.

After the tweet was posted, a Black janitor in a dark blue janitor's uniform, pushing a large garbage truck and sweeping the campus of the University of Washington, took out his phone.

He glanced at the screen, then pushed the garbage cart toward the grove of trees inside the wall.

He rummaged around in the mud for a moment and retrieved the package that Alex had wrapped tightly in a waterproof bag.

He stuffed the package into a compartment at the bottom of the trash can, finished sweeping up the fallen leaves nearby, and then pushed the cart away from the scene.

After finishing his shift, the Black janitor left the school and went to a nearby subway station.

He stored the package in a public locker at the subway station and locked it.

He then went into the men's restroom in the subway station, entered the innermost stall, and used a piece of transparent tape to stick a piece of paper with the locker's combination code written on it directly below the toilet tank.

Several more hours passed.

A mall cleaner wearing a gray overalls walked into the men's restroom of the subway station.

He went straight into the cubicle, took the note from under the water tank, then walked to the public locker, entered the password to open the locker, and took out the package containing the hard drive.

The next day during the day.

Alex was walking to his 8 a.m. class with his backpack on.

On the only way to the teaching building, he passed the second red fire hydrant, his gaze sweeping over it.