The one running looked panicked and messy. Her clothes were different—not like anyone else's.
Gu Jin's eyes narrowed.
That woman's identity might be just what I need…
She crouched low and watched, careful not to draw attention.
One of the policewomen shouted, "Stop running! Surrender now!"
"You stole two loaves of bread and a glass of milk! Do you want to be executed?!"
The running woman didn't answer. She just kept running, her breathing rough, her steps desperate.
Gu Jin's brows furrowed.
Executed? For stealing food? That's crazy.
In her own world, stealing bread and milk would maybe land someone in jail for a short time. Not death.
But then the second policewoman yelled something that made Gu Jin freeze.
"That milk cost 20 billion mutes!"
"And the bread—100 billion mutes! You'll pay for this crime!"
Gu Jin's jaw nearly dropped.
What?!
She had never heard of food being so expensive.
