Yesterday, I picked up a pack of ordinary sausages at the grocery store — nothing unusual, just an easy option for breakfast sandwiches. They were on sale, and I didn’t think twice. The next morning, as I started cooking, my knife struck something solid. I assumed it was a frozen lump or a bit of bone — maybe a packaging flaw.
But when I sliced again, the knife caught on metal. Frowning, I cut the sausage open carefully — and froze. Inside was a small, silver flash drive, perfectly intact. My first thought was disbelief. How could something like that end up in food? I checked the other sausages — all normal. Just that one, with a strange, hidden secret.
Curiosity got the better of me. I hesitated before plugging it into my computer, remembering all the warnings about suspicious devices. But I couldn’t resist. The drive opened to reveal dozens of files — folders of photos, documents, and videos. Most looked harmless: snapshots of a family vacation, scanned receipts, old projects. Yet a few folders were encrypted, labeled only with years and dates, as if someone had locked away something important.
I sat there staring at the screen, wondering who this drive belonged to — and why it was sealed inside a sausage. Was it an accident? A joke? Something deliberate? The questions multiplied faster than I could answer them. What began as an ordinary breakfast had turned into an unexpected mystery — one that left me staring at my coffee, wondering just how far I should go to find out the truth.