Chapter 6 Deadly Firecracker Mystery
"Come in, please," urged Dr. Sam Hawthorne, waving to the chair beside him. "I've just poured out a small glass of wine, and I was thinking of company. Now I remember. Today, I want to tell you the story of the weekend before Independence Day in the summer of 1932, when the sheriff and I found a warehouse full of whiskey bootlegs. You know, that year was the centennial of the founding of North Hills , people are celebrating every day..."
That year's National Day fell on a Monday, and I figured that Sergeant Lan Si wanted to spend the holiday peacefully after the hectic first week.But early that morning, two men in sharp suits drove to the town, waving their IDs at the sheriff.They were Charles Simmons and James Reddy, both agents of the Boston Prohibition Bureau, and they had driven here to collect a warehouse of whiskey bootlegs we had found in Cape Sean.Although Cape Sean is in another county, Sergeant Lens and I discovered the warehouse and took over temporarily.
Aibo, my nurse, happened to be on vacation that week.She rented a hut by Chester Lake, and invited Sheriff Lan Si, the sheriff's wife Vera, and our country's national day to go on vacation together.Willa and Aibo drove off early in the morning, and we planned to meet them at noon.I was in my new office at Saints Memorial Hospital and had just seen a few patients when the sheriff called.The sheriff had bad news on the phone.
"Doctor, I don't think I'll be able to make it to Abby's cabin at noon. Two Prohibition officers just arrived. I've got to go with them to Cape Sean."
"I'll pick you up, let's go to the lake together. Anyway, we'll be on the way."
"That won't do, doctor. I promise Brother Oswald that I'll go to the garage. I'm going to go as soon as I get back from Cape Sean."
I didn't want to disappoint Albert and Willa, and wanted to see if I could do something for the Sheriff. "What about Oswald? Can I go for you?"
"Here, I think it'll work. You know, Max Weber's been trying to buy their garage. They say Max is playing tricks on their garage to force them to sell. Someone broke the repair shop last night. factory windows."
"In my opinion, a broken glass window is not a big deal that will prevent you from vacationing. I will go to the clinic as soon as I leave the clinic and tell them you will go back in the morning."
"Thank you very much, Doctor."
"Then I'll drive to Cape Sean and pick you up at the warehouse."
"Okay. I guess they just let me show the way, and they can take over the warehouse themselves. I've got a deputy there on weekends, so it should be fine."
I locked the office, drove into town, and headed straight to Oswald's garage.Ten years ago, Beishan Town didn't need a garage at all, but now half the town's population owns a car.If it weren't for the Great Depression, the other half would probably have done it too.The Oswald brothers, Teddy and Billy, were in their late thirties.They've been working on Model T Fords since I arrived in North Hills.The garage just opened last year, and soon gathered a group of boys who were also interested in cars.There were also complaints about being too noisy in the evening, but it never got serious.
There are many people setting off fireworks and firecrackers in the town square, and the sound is louder than that of the garage.There was also a concert by the band later in the day, which is also an Independence Day tradition.But for now, the square is full of people setting off fireworks, setting off firecrackers and playing with toy guns.The uproar reminded me of a tragic murder that had only happened a few days earlier—the one that had led me and the sheriff to a warehouse full of bootleg alcohol.However, that has passed.I told myself that on National Day, there would be no more serious crime than smashing windows in North Hills.
The younger of the two brothers, Billy Oswald, was waiting for me outside the door.He was still a child at heart, and when I parked the car across the street, I saw him lighting firecrackers.I'm not surprised.After igniting the fuse, he ran twenty feet away, and when the firecracker exploded with a thud, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.Several children watched this scene from afar.
"Doctor, is your car in good condition?" he asked when he saw me.
"That's great, Billy. Where's your brother?"
"He's in there, fixing a Chevrolet."
I followed him into the repair shop.Teddy Oswald is changing a tire.He was more serious than Billy, but less handsome.The girls were always running after Billy, ignoring Teddy completely.The brothers didn't care at all.
"I hear you have a broken window, Teddy," I said. "Sergeant Lens asked me to let you know. He'll be here early tomorrow morning."
Teddy picked up the mallet and tried to flatten the dent on the Chevrolet fender. Greetings from above."
Billy walked to the other side of the car. "Yes, it's Marcos," he echoed.
"Why is he in such a hurry to get this house?" I asked, "Is there an oil well hidden underground?"
"He has a lot of plans for the development of this town. He wants to build an office building on this land and a store on the ground floor." Billy also picked up a mallet and helped smooth out the dent.However, he is not as skilled as his brother.Teddy finally sighed, took the mallet from him, and started to demonstrate.
Just then, Dora Springsteen walked into the garage.She was Billy's girlfriend, a beautiful blonde who sold soda in the grocery store down the street. "Which window did they smash?" It was not known who she was asking.
"Right in the back," said Teddy. "Look, here's the rock they threw in."
She picked up the rock Teddy pointed to from the workbench. "It's not much bigger than a pebble. I think a bigger firecracker could blow it up. Maybe it was an accident."
I agree with her point of view. "Yeah, maybe the sheriff doesn't have to do it at all," I said. "If you want, I can talk to Marcos and tell him not to push you brothers."
"No one can make sense with Marcos," Dora said. "He comes to buy sodas like he's the boss."
Billy Oswald opened the locker and pulled out two big boxes of firecrackers: "Come on, Teddy—let's close up and go play. Shit, it's Independence Day."
I don't want to be reminded again and again.In 1924, shortly after my arrival in North Hills, on Independence Day, a murder took place on the band stage in the park.Although the National Day after that was uneventful, in my opinion, there was always something ominous. "You have so many firecrackers, enough to blow up the entire Beishan Town."
Billy held up an unopened pack of firecrackers: "Save these skyrockets for the night. The others can be released at any time, such as now!"
Reluctantly, I followed the Oswald brothers and Dora, and walked together towards the park across the street.Suddenly, a black car stopped on the side of the road and attracted our attention.I found Sergeant Lens sitting in the passenger seat.
"Doctor, this is James Reddy of the Boston Police Department. That's Charles Simmons at the back."
I smiled at the stern-looking two agents.Reddy in the front row snorted twice.Without a word, Simmons climbed out of the car and stretched his legs.Maybe they don't want to work on Independence Day either. "Nice to meet you," I said. "I thought you were on your way to Cape Sien, Sheriff."
"I left the warehouse key in the office and had to come and get it first."
Charles Simmons called to Billy Oswald: "Wait a minute, sir. Are you going to set off these crackers?"
"That's right. Who are you?"
Simmons showed his ID: "Better let me check it."
Sergeant Lan Si smelled trouble and hurriedly intervened: "Mr. Simmons, setting off firecrackers is not prohibited by local law. As long as they are careful, we will not interfere."
The official returned the firecrackers to Billy reluctantly: "Okay. But be careful when setting them off." Then, he got back into the car and closed the door.
"See you at Cape Sean." I watched the sheriff drive away.
"These cops," said Dora Springsteen, "they're going to get in trouble." She and I hesitated as Billy walked across the grass in the town square.I watched as Billy unwrapped it and pulled out a medium-sized firecracker.Standing on the grass, he reached into his loose shirt pocket and took out a box of wooden matches. "Just let it go, Billy!" his brother yelled. "Don't make a fuss about it. It's annoying."
Billy knelt down, with his back to us, trying to strike a match.He turned around annoyed, and I saw him strike the matchbox, which didn't burn.On the third stroke, the match finally broke in two.Billy stood up dejectedly.
"Come on, damn it!" cried Teddy Oswald.
Billy took out another match, but this time it didn't strike.Teddy couldn't take it anymore, ran forward, grabbed the matchbox from him, and took out another one.This time it was done once.He bent down to touch the fuse, and Billy muttered to the side: "The firecrackers are mine, at least you should let me make some myself."
When the fuse was lit, I noticed an unusual flash and knew right away that something was wrong.Teddy must have realized it too, but he didn't have time to run away.After a deafening explosion, flames surrounded Teddy and burned to Billy.
People screamed and fled in all directions.When the smoke cleared, we found both the Oswald brothers lying on the ground.
Teddy Oswald was killed instantly.Billy suffered burns to his back and possibly a concussion.I did my best to treat Billy's wounds on the spot, and he was taken by ambulance to Saints Memorial Hospital.Sergeant Lan Si and his party heard the explosion before leaving the city, and hurried back to the scene.As soon as he saw what was going on, he immediately decided to stay on the scene with me and send a deputy to accompany the Prohibition agents to Cape Sean.
"What do you think is the matter, doctor?" he asked after the ambulance had departed.
"I know it's a ghost. Maybe it's the fault of poor-quality firecrackers. There can be no other reason."
The sheriff put together the remaining firecrackers scattered all over the place.Fortunately, they were far away from the explosion point, and none of them exploded.Still, the sheriff fiddled with it cautiously.
"Look, there's a hole here," said the sheriff as we stared dumbfounded at the scene of the explosion, examining the firecracker in his hand and shaking his head. "You know what, doc? I think it was a half-pipe that just exploded. From Judging from the size of the crater formed by the explosion, it just fits."
"How is that possible? I saw Billy unpack it with my own eyes, and the firecrackers were packed at the factory."
"Do you remember what happened to the leads?"
I remembered the situation at the time and nodded: "The fuse burns very fast, like the long fuse of explosives used in mining or construction sites. Except, it is not that long, only a few inches, similar to the fuse on other firecrackers. "
"Doctor, if it's inferior firecrackers, I can still believe that the factory made one mistake, but it's very unlikely that they made two mistakes. Could it be that they installed the wrong explosives and connected the wrong fuse? What do you think?"
"Murder to me," I had to admit, "but how did the murderer do it?"
"You're an expert on this."
"One more question," I said, "if it was murder, were both brothers targeted, or was Billy alone?"
"Billy?"
"He was the one who unpacked it and tried to light the fuse. But he got into trouble, so Teddy took over and went to do it himself."
Sheriff Len Si nodded: "I think we'd better go to the hospital and talk to Billy."
The doctors at the hospital took care of Billy's back injury well, but it still hurts.He was sprawled on the bed, head towards us, clearly grieving: "I can't believe Teddy is dead. Who the hell did this to us?"
"Could it be Max Weber?" said the sheriff. "Didn't you say he threw rocks at your mill?"
"Throwing stones is not the same as killing people, Sheriff. Even Weber, I can't believe he would do such a thing."
The sheriff was carrying firecracker wrappers with bold red letters on it: SUPER POWER Crackers by a Dozen.Please handle with care. "Can you show us how you unpack it?"
"I ripped off the seal, and the wrapper on one side, so I could get one out. I didn't think twice before I unwrapped it. Sam was looking at me, wasn't he, Sam?"
"That's right," I said, "he took it with him, if that's what you're asking. He didn't look at it when he reached in, just pulled out one at random. Then he put the whole pack of firecrackers aside, and the rest of them Scattered across the grass."
Sergeant Lan Si nodded: "Billy, is there anyone else who has a grudge against you? You should realize that if a match strikes, you will die, not your brother."
"No one knew that it was me and not Teddy who set off the firecrackers," he insisted. "He also set off a few skyrockets last night. Could it be the firecracker factory's mistake?"
"We think there's a wrong half-pipe of dynamite in the firecracker, Billy, and the wrong fuse. The doctor says the fuse caught fire as soon as Teddy lit it."
"I'd rather be me," Billy said in a muffled voice, lying on his pillow.
Then we left the hospital.Sergeant Lens is going to check the other firecrackers, and I'm going to talk to Max Weber.
I found Marcos at his home on Maple Avenue.His house was just a few blocks from the Plaza Mayor.He was sitting on the porch reading the morning paper when I arrived.Marcos was a big man with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.He is a community leader.When I think that the future of Beishan Town depends on people like Weber, I hate it.
"Hello, Dr. Sam." He put down the newspaper and greeted. "I heard that something happened in the square. My wife and daughter went to watch the fun."
"Mr. Weber, don't you want to join in the fun?"
He took the extinguished cigarette butt out of his mouth, looked at it with disgust, and said, "My legs are not very comfortable recently, and I can't run around like before."
"Teddy Oswald was killed in the blast," I said. "Billy was hurt too."
"too bad."
"Dynamite was mixed into the firecrackers, so far this is the only investigation so far."
Weber muttered, "How could the firecracker factory make such a mistake? It's terrible."
"Maybe it's not the manufacturer's fault. The Oswald brothers seem to think you're threatening them to sell you the garage."
"Nonsense. I made a generous offer and they turned it down. That's all."
"Did you throw a rock in the garage window last night?"
"of course not!"
Sounds like he's telling the truth, but I've seen a lot of good liars.I saw his wife and children walking back from the direction of the Municipal Square, so I decided to stop here first. "The sheriff may want you," I said to him as we left.
"He knows where to find me. Either here or my office."
I went straight to the jail, and Sergeant Lens was busy behind his desk.He's not the science detective, but I have to admit, he did a good job checking the remaining firecrackers.He cut all the leads and arranged them in two rows of six.Then cut a piece of each to see how fast it burns.
"They don't burn fast, doctor," he said. "All right. And the gunpowder in the firecrackers is all right. No explosives, or anything else that shouldn't be there."
I nodded. "So Billy only has one chance to get that damn firecracker. Sheriff, it doesn't look like murder."
"Unless it's the impossible crime you're best at, the murderer did it so cleverly that it doesn't look like a crime at all." He put all the leads in the drawer, "Okay, I have to go back to Cape Sean, see See what the federal police want to do. Come together?"
"I want to go to Oswald's repair shop again, and maybe come back to you after it's over. I'm not giving up. I hope we can make it to Aibo's cabin before the end of the day."
When I got to the garage, the door was closed and I was about to leave when I found someone in the hallway leading to the back of the garage.It was Dora Springsteen, and she was putting her hand through the broken glass window.
"What are you doing?" I asked, walking up to her.
She retracted her hand carefully, afraid of being cut by sharp broken glass: "I'm testing a reasoning, do you want to hear it?"
"Of course. Reasoning is my favorite."
"The rock that was thrown in last night didn't do much damage. But what if the perpetrator's intention wasn't just to break the glass, but to break into the garage?"
"The hole is only six inches square, so it's not easy to get in."
"But I can put my hand in and reach the latch."
Suddenly I became interested and tried it myself.Sure enough, she was right.You can reach in and pull the latch, open the window and break in.When you're done, close the windows and pull the bolts. "Why would anyone want to break in?"
"The crackers were in the unlocked cupboard. Somebody climbed in through the window and replaced the original pack with tampered crackers. Wrapping the fake crackers in wrapping paper wasn't too difficult—if he had the time."
I shook my head—shaking my head in admiration.She obviously misunderstood me.
"Well, what do you think?"
"Probably as you said."
"Did Max Weber do it?"
"I thought so," I admitted. "I went to him just now, and he denied everything."
"He wanted to kick the brothers out of the building."
"I know."
"Is Billy safe in the hospital?"
"I think it's safe. Even if it's Weber, it's impossible for him to be stupid enough to act so soon. However, I'd better talk to Sergeant Lens and send a deputy to guard the hospital at night."
She breathed a sigh of relief: "That would be great."
I broke up with her outside the garage.I drove out of North Hills and headed for Cape Sean.There is some truth to what Dora said about the windows.Still, laying explosives where anyone could touch them?This seems to me to be both cold-blooded and lacking in specific purpose.I have to figure out how the murderer locks the target before I can really be convinced by Dora's reasoning.From what I've seen, though, it's impossible for the killer to target.
Finally, the bootleg warehouse came into view.Just then, I saw a large truck pull up to the loading dock.The detective named Reddy took off his coat and was directing several people to export the bootlegger's whiskey.I stopped the car and walked towards him. "How?" I asked.
"We're ready to go."
"I have to work during the holidays. It's really hard."
"Unambiguous when it's time to work. Criminals don't plan to take time off, and neither do we."
I went into the warehouse to find Sergeant Lens.Simmons, another Prohibition agent, directed the work in the warehouse.I was surprised to find that half of the bootleg wine in the warehouse had been moved. "This is the third car," he said. "We're going fast."
"Where's the Sheriff?"
"He was there a while ago, and then he left - said he was going fishing or something."
I nodded: "Today's weather is good for fishing."
Sergeant Lan Si has never touched a fishing rod in his life!
I went out the door and walked around the warehouse.The deputy sheriff who was supposed to be here was nowhere to be seen.
If the sheriff hadn't gone fishing, he must still be around, which means his car must be around too.I searched in tall grass and under bushes.Afraid to see signs of fear to see.
Finally, I found clearly identifiable car tire tracks.From the recently formed path to the grass beside the road, drive towards the dry river bed.There are low bushes beside the river bed.I kept going, ten feet, and finally saw the sheriff's car, stuck in the pothole, with its ass pointing at me.
"Stand still, Dr. Hawthorne," said someone suddenly behind me.
I didn't have to look back to know he was pointing the gun at me.It was James Reddy. "Have I broken any law?" I asked.
"Go back to the depot, wise man. If you're so anxious for the sheriff, I'll take you to him."
I had no choice but to throw my hands up and walk towards the warehouse in front of him.Simmons was waiting for me in the warehouse, gun also raised.He motioned me into a small office in front of the warehouse.
Sergeant Lan Si was tied to a chair in the office with a cloth stuffed in his mouth.Deputy Oscar Florey fell to the ground, unconscious.I know the fate that awaits me.When there is movement behind me, I try to accept the sudden blow as calmly as possible.
The next moment, I was lying on the floor with severe pain in the back of my head, but I was not unconscious.I lay still on the floor, the office door was closed and locked from the outside.After that, I slowly sat up and rubbed the back of my head.
A grunt came from Sergeant Lansi's gagged mouth.I took out the gag for him, and he said grimly, "They're not Prohibition agents."
"I got it."
"They're bootleggers. The real Prohibition agents don't arrive until tomorrow, and they're trying to get the bootlegs out before then. I recognize a truck driver, remember seeing him on the wanted poster in the office, and then They just rushed at me. It was a tough blow to Oscar."
I bent down and looked at the deputy sheriff: "He's fine. No, he's awake."
"As soon as they're gone, we've got to get a phone and call the state troopers."
"That depends on whether we live to that time." I warned.
"That's right."
I untied the sheriff, and together we went over Flory.He looks fine and I'm not too worried. "What's going on?" He asked after he was fully awake.
"Some guy hit you with the butt of a gun," the sheriff said. "The doctor said they might kill us."
We heard the sound of a truck starting outside.As soon as this one left, the other stopped immediately. "This is the last car," one guy yelled.
"Is there any way?" I asked Flory.
"They took my gun." He touched his pocket and said, "I only have a firecracker left."
"A what?" the sheriff asked in disbelief.
"I was setting off firecrackers before I came, and today is Independence Day."
"Give me the firecrackers," I said, "quick!"
Flory's firecrackers are smaller than the Oswald brothers', but I think they'll do. "What are you going to do?" asked the sheriff.
"As soon as I light the fuse, we'll bang on the door together. If the firecrackers go off at the same time, they'll probably think we have guns. That's our only hope."
With the combined weight of several of us, we finally broke through the door.At this moment, the firecrackers just exploded.The man closest to us dropped his case and raised his hands. "We have guns, Simmons," cried Sergeant Lens. "Put down your weapons."
Flory grabbed the nearest bandit and threw him to the ground, disarming him.The other gangsters also raised their hands in surrender.The battle was over before it even started.Simmons and Reddy were not among the bandits who surrendered.They fled to their car.
The sheriff chased him out of the warehouse, brandishing the weapon he had just confiscated.For a moment, I thought this rash behavior would cost him his life.The bogus Prohibition agent had started his car and was heading straight for him.He aimed two shots at the wheel, and on the nick of time, the car swerved and hit the rear of a parked truck, almost flipping over.
"Gosh, this county isn't even under my jurisdiction." Sergeant Lan Si said as he ran towards the car with his gun raised.
Simmons and Reddy crawled out, covered in blood, throwing up their hands in defeat.
"Nice job, Sheriff," I said, "in your county or not."
"I wouldn't let them get away," he said. "I think they killed Teddy Oswald."
After the local police took over, we were finally able to drive to Lake Chester to join the women at Aibo's cabin.After everything was settled, we sat on the lawn by the lake and listened to Sergeant Lan Si explain his reasoning.Aibo prepared frozen lemonade for everyone, and Willa brought some biscuits she baked herself.We sat lazily, watching the boats on the lake, waiting for Aibo to prepare dinner.Aibo promised us to cook some special dishes.
"You see," said Inspector Lance, "neither Teddy nor Billy was the killer's specific target. The killer's goal was just to cause an explosion and cause casualties. That way, he could keep me in North Hills." , they can go to the warehouse by themselves. Their calculation is that only one local policeman will follow, and even if he becomes suspicious, it will be easy to deal with. So they stopped the Oswald brothers and pretended to check the firecrackers. Of course Well, Prohibition doesn't care about fireworks, they know it. When they checked, Simmons substituted the tampered pack. The first one Billy ordered had dynamite, and that was pure accident. But Simmons You know, they're going to set off a full pack of firecrackers in no time. It doesn't matter if it's the first one with the explosives or the last one. As long as someone is injured or killed, they've achieved their goal."
Vera took a sip of lemonade and looked sadly at the lake.
"They've got to get the bootlegs out before the real Prohibition agents. There's nothing stopping them."
I stood up and walked towards the lake.After a while, Aibo also came over. "What's the matter, Sam?"
"I do not know either."
"Is it related to the sheriff's reasoning just now?"
"His reasoning sounds good, I guess. I don't have to worry about helping a bootlegger who might kill a bunch of other people."
"Anyone else? But they didn't kill Teddy Oswald?"
"I told you, I don't know either. In short, the case is different from what the sheriff said, but it doesn't mean that what he said is all wrong."
"Why is it not like that?"
"Because Simmons couldn't have known that Billy Oswald, or anyone else, was going to be walking down the street at that particular moment with a firecracker—and, much less could he have known that the firecracker would just happen to be a superpower That is to say, he couldn’t prepare the tampered firecrackers in advance. Moreover, with such a big bag, we would definitely notice it if he wanted to change it. At that time, we watched his every move.”
"But if Simmons didn't do it, who did it? How?"
I can't answer right away either.I could only stand there, pick up a few stones, and throw them into the calm lake.After a while, I heard Vera calling us to dinner.
Dinner was just as delicious as Aibo promised.And, after dinner she surprised us all by conjuring out a bottle of cognac. "I'm following my doctor's orders," she said. "I hope it's not against the law, Sheriff."
"The Fourth of July, everything can be turned a blind eye." He said, raising his glass.
We didn't leave Aibo's cabin until after ten o'clock.I first drove the sheriff and his wife home.He was content with his day and couldn't wait to get back to Cape Sean early in the morning and continue grilling Simmons and Reddy.I really can't bear to tell him the truth now and ruin his good mood.
After seeing the sheriff and his wife home, I drove to Saints Memorial Hospital to visit Billy Oswald.He was still lying on the bed, dozing off.The nurse reluctantly agreed to my disturbing him. "I'm in charge of everything," I assured her.
The sound of me talking to the nurse woke Billy up, and he turned to me. "Hello, Doc. Can I get out of the hospital soon?"
"I don't think you'll be out of the hospital in a few days. You're lucky."
"Better Dee's luck."
"Yes," I whispered, "tell me, Billy, why did you kill your brother?"
"What?" He jumped up from the bed.
"Calm down, Billy."
"Doctor, what are you talking about? You saw me unpacking—if anyone did it, it might have been Webb or someone who sneaked into the garage the night before."
I shook my head, "No, Billy—it was you. You hid the fake firecracker with the dynamite under your clothes. You turned your back on us when you bent over the wire and replaced the real one with the fake firecracker. You pretended Both trials were unsuccessful. You knew Teddy was going to grab it for you, as always. Your only mistake was not running far in time, so you hurt your back."
"I struck a match! It's the match that won't light!"
"Perhaps you wet the match head beforehand. Of course, the other matches are dry, and Teddy can strike them with a single stroke. And by then, you've gone to one side."
"This is just your imagination, there is no evidence at all!" Billy insisted.
"The evidence was in Sheriff Lens's drawer. When you were injured by the explosion, you knew you couldn't keep the real firecracker in your pocket. So you threw it on the ground with the others. The Sheriff picked them up afterwards. in order to check the fuses one by one. I saw the fuses on his desk. There are twelve in total, one for each firecracker. It wasn't in that bag at all--it was found elsewhere. Only you can switch it, Billy."
He lay for a long time without saying a word.Finally, he said, "Teddy wants to tie us up in the garage. Max Weber offered a lot of money, and Teddy didn't want to think about it. I thought, once Teddy is dead, I can sell the garage." Get out and move somewhere else and start a new life. I can't live in Teddy's shadow forever."
"I have to call Sheriff Lens," I told him.
"That was the end of my role in this case," said Dr. Sam Hawthorne. "Billy committed suicide while he was in prison awaiting trial. I happened to be out of North Hills at the time. My child made me leave Beishan Town forever. Next time we meet, I will tell you exactly what happened."
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