Yesterday I bought some regular sausage at the store—nothing special, just wanted to make myself a couple of sandwiches. At home, I cut a few pieces, ate them, and put the rest in the fridge. Everything was fine. Then in the morning, I decided to make breakfast, took out the same sausage, grabbed a knife, and suddenly realized it was cutting strangely, as if there was something hard inside. I thought maybe it was frozen. But when I cut another piece, the knife got stuck. I looked and was stunned: something was shining right in the middle of the sausage. At first, I thought it was a piece of metal. I started poking around, and suddenly, from the pink mass, I pulled out… a flash drive. A regular flash drive, several gigabytes in size. I shuddered with disgust—I’d already eaten this sausage! How could a flash drive end up inside a factory-made product, and not the cheapest one at that? But curiosity overcame disgust. I turned on the computer, inserted the flash drive, and froze at what was on it. I gave the details in the first comment, but you be more careful.

Yesterday, I picked up a pack of ordinary sausages at the grocery store — nothing fancy, just a quick addition for a few sandwiches. They were on sale, and I figured they’d make a simple breakfast. The next morning, I started cooking. As I cut into the first sausage, my knife hit something hard. I assumed it was a frozen bit or a small bone — maybe a manufacturing error.

I shrugged it off and tried slicing another piece. Again, resistance. Something metallic glinted at the center. My heart skipped. I pulled it out carefully. It was a small, standard flash drive, completely intact. How on earth did it end up in my breakfast sausage? I inspected it, half in disbelief, half in excitement. I had no idea what I might find.

Plugging it into my computer, I hesitated for a moment — you hear all the horror stories about malware. But curiosity won. The drive contained dozens of files, all labeled neatly. There were documents, photos, and even a few video clips. Most were mundane — family pictures, scanned receipts — but a few files hinted at something unusual: encrypted folders labeled with dates spanning the last few years.

Who had lost this? Or was it intentionally hidden here? Was it a prank, or something more serious? I couldn’t tell yet. By the time I finished exploring the contents, I realized that something as ordinary as a breakfast sausage had delivered an extraordinary mystery. What started as a simple morning routine turned into an unexpected adventure — and I knew this was only the beginning of a story I had no idea how to close.