The plan to bury the time capsule was disrupted by the community security guard, and Bai Yang had a sleepless night, tossing and turning, quietly worrying. He had left the time capsule at the scene of the incident—undoubtedly it had been found, but it was unclear how the guard would deal with the capsule.
The next morning, when Bai Yang went downstairs to throw out the trash, he purposely took a detour around the square's lawn, only to notice that the grass had been seriously trampled, and bright yellow isolation tape was scattered along the nearby paths.
What happened?
Back home, Bai Yang asked his dad.
His dad was deeply engrossed in drinking soy milk, and when he looked up, he said, "You don't know? The homeowners' group chat exploded this morning, saying that something resembling an explosive was found downstairs during the night."
Bai Yang was in the middle of drinking his porridge, and he choked on it.
"Cough cough cough... What? An explosive?"
His dad nodded his head.
