For the past three months, every night I have been smelling a strange smell. It’s not a typical body odor. It was like the smell of mold mixed with a strong, pungent smell clinging to the blankets, to the bedsheet, and especially to the part of the bed where Miguel was sleeping.

I cut it even bigger.

The foam was slowly coming out of the inside.

And then…

It was as if my world had stopped.

Inside the mattress there are no dead rats or spoiled food.

But it’s a big plastic bag tied tightly, which is starting to mold on the outside.

I shuddered when I opened it…

My hand trembled as I slowly opened the plastic.

A strong smell of mold and old paper evaporated out.

I was a little bit behind.

But I was forced to keep going.

I slowly pulled out the contents of the bag.

I first saw bundles of money.

There is a lot of money.

Thick bundles of weight, wrapped in rubber bands. Others are already wet and have mold spots.

I couldn’t believe it.

“Why… “Why is there so much money in my pocket?” he muttered to himself.

Next I saw some thick envelopes.