C486 May You Change the Price of a Thousand Dollars for a Single Word(part Ii)

Chirp chirp, it was a sharp cry of a bird.

He thought to himself, even a bird wants to laugh at me? He looked up to see a piece of paper falling from the sky. The wind had blown it into the corridor below.

Confused, he caught it. A green shadow in the sky vanished with the shrill cry of a bird, like a bird flying over and away.

The paper was held in his hand