Brody frowned, "Oh, by the way, I heard that you were in jail!" With a strange light shining in his eyes, Bob said, "So... I've paid off the law. The police can only monitor me now. As long as I don't break the law, no one will arrest me! "
"A heinous murderer has been in prison for half a year..." Brody said meaningfully.
Staring at his face silently, Bob frowned. Brody pretended to be pitiful. "So, it's not easy to pay off the legal debt. You really shouldn't have followed the same old path this time!"
"I didn't kill anyone!"
With a smile at the corners of his mouth, Brody stared at Bob thoughtfully. He was thinking that a devil who killed people without blinking his eyes would have the intention of repenting and changing his mind? If it was someone else, he might feel guilty in his late years, but Bob... It was almost impossible for him to repent when he was in his middle age, unless there was some certain reason for him to get rid of the crime of murder and whitewash himself.
No, Bob was absolutely not repentant. If it was repentance, what about Ben? He really couldn't figure out what reason was behind this.
After a narrow escape from death, Wendy and Ben went to the hospital. She pulled him to have a full examination and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with him. Then she listened to him and went home!
A few days later, Wendy remembered the thing she had planned in the hospital - Charlie!
One day, when Ben went to work, Wendy got up secretly at six ten in the morning. He required her to get up at eight o'clock in the morning every day. She sneaked into the sofa in the living room and dialed a number, but it was not Charlie's, but his parents'.
"How do you do, Aunt? I'm Wendy." After the phone was connected, she felt a little timid. 'The old woman would start nagging again'.
"Oh Wendy! Why are you so happy today? Why do you think of me?"
Wendy was speechless. Sure enough, her guess was right. Noticing that the woman over there was going to nag again, she quickly said, "Auntie, is Charlie here? I'm sick! "
"Sick? What's up? Did you go to the hospital? " An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.
Wendy hurriedly said, "No, I don't like to go to the hospital. Those doctors are quacks!"
"Oh, you can't say that. Go to the hospital!"
Wendy frowned, "Those doctors are not qualified. Is Charlie here?"
"Oh, I'm confused. He's sleeping!"
Wendy gave a weird smile. 'Lazy man. He is still sleeping at about six o'clock. But this is the last time he sleeps late.'
"Then... I'll go fetch him, but you'd better go to the hospital! "
"Yes! Well, I have to hang up now! "
"Well, you should take care of yourself, silly girl!"
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