The Mystery of Seat E
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Old Wang, carrying a bulging snakeskin bag, stood at the entrance of the high-speed train car, looking like a porter who had wandered into a high-end banquet. He checked his ticket, carriage 7, seat 10F, correct. But when he reached seat 10, he found 10A, 10B, 10C, 10D, and then it skipped directly to 10F. He rubbed his eyes, looked again carefully, and there was still no E.
"Where did E go?" he muttered to himself, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.