On the old street, shabbily dressed pedestrians lay scattered and dazed, while an old-fashioned red car quietly parked by the roadside.
A scrawny man with messy hair and simple overalls was squatting by the roadside, pulling a wire from the box beside him and connecting it to a small metal piece.
He continuously moved the small metal piece along the edge of the car door handle, seemingly sensing something.
"What are you doing here?" A voice suddenly came from behind.
"Why the hell do you care what I'm doing here?" The scrawny man didn't even look up, still moving the metal piece relentlessly.
"Are you stealing a car?" The voice continued to ask.
"I forgot my damn car keys at home," the scrawny man still kept his head down, "just thinking of other ways to unlock the car, isn't it possible?"
"Is this your car?" The voice persisted.
