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Chains mourn the soul (2)
"Ha ha."
"What's the matter?" Bai Mo asked.
Jiang Tao turned to look at Wang Donglai.
"Look what I'm doing. When the' shelf' asks you, you just say it. "
"I went to the hospital to see my eyes-cataract, my eyes were not cured and my money was stolen."
"How much is it?" Asked the white desert.
"Two thousand. I suspect that a boy in my ward stole it. It must be him. There is no one else in the room. I reported the case, but I didn't find out. I felt breathless, so I bought a knife. That day, I called the boy to the toilet and forced him to ask if he stole my money with a knife. He not only denied it, but also quarreled with me, and I gave him several knives. When crossing the Beihe Bridge, I threw my clothes and knife into the river. Get on a minibus in the city and get to Daliu. Later, the people who handled the case said that they immediately blocked me on the way to our home. If I go home, I must let them catch me. "
"How long have you been running?" Bai Mo asked with concern.
"I ran for a year."
"Then how do you live outside?"
"I went to a small restaurant to follow the knife."
"It's time for you to hide yourself deeply!" Wang Donglai's tone faintly reveals a sigh, but I don't know if this sigh is for Jiang Tao or for. ...