Yesterday, I picked up a pack of ordinary sausages at the grocery store — nothing unusual, just something

quick to use for breakfast. They were on sale, and I figured they’d be perfect for a simple meal. The next morning,

I began cooking, and when I cut into the first sausage, my knife struck something solid. I assumed it was a bit of gristle or a manufacturing flaw.

I tried slicing another piece, but again the knife met resistance. This time, something metallic caught the light.

Carefully, I pulled it free and stared in disbelief — it was a small flash drive, completely intact. I couldn’t

imagine how something like that could end up inside a packaged sausage. Curiosity took over as I examined it, still trying to understand what I had found.

After a moment of hesitation, I plugged the drive into my computer. I was cautious, aware of potential risks,

but curiosity won out. Inside were dozens of files, neatly organized. Many were ordinary — family photos,

scanned receipts, everyday documents. But some stood out: encrypted folders labeled with dates from the past several years.

They offered no immediate clues, just the sense that there was more beneath the surface.

I didn’t know whether the flash drive had been lost, misplaced, or intentionally hidden. I couldn’t tell if it

was a harmless mistake or something that carried a deeper story. What I did know was that a simple breakfast

had turned into an unexpected mystery. What began as an ordinary morning became something far more intriguing

— and it felt clear that this was only the start of a discovery I hadn’t planned to make.