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At first, she just felt angry, so angry that she started walking towards the door, picking up her rucksack on the way.When her hand touched the doorknob, she stopped and suddenly hesitated.She dared not step out yet. She put down her rucksack and sighed. Patrick, don't be silly!This is not an exciting game. I know.Just be okay!Do you have a better idea? She turned to face him, but he was picking up the paper she had just thrown away.She went to help him pick it up, and when the papers were arranged in order again, she sat on the bed. Do you think we have any chance? He leaned forward and whispered in an earnest tone.

Sybylla, listen.The fact that the police are looking for you and no one else gives us space.You and I know there must be another murderer. So what should we do?We don't have any information. He looked up and looked at her. Please make sure you will not be angry. What?I mean, how do you guarantee it? He hesitated.At this moment, she was really curious about what he thought might piss her off. Well my mom works in the police station. She froze.He looked into her eyes.When she fully understood the meaning of the words, it seemed that the blood flow in her whole body suddenly accelerated, so she stood up.

I have to get out of here.Could you please see if there is anyone in the corridor?please! Calm down. Right now, please!Patrick. She raised her voice dangerously high, and he complied, sighing.He looked outside, then opened the door wide.She grabbed her rucksack and walked quickly past him. Come on, Sira, listen up! She walked quickly, but he followed her, only a few steps away.She turned the corner and walked down Folkunga Street, hoping to get rid of him.Patrick didn't say a word.My mother works in the police station.It's so special!He invites her straight into the hornet's nest.She stopped suddenly, and he was unprepared, running straight into Sibylla.

What do you think would happen if your mother ran home suddenly?Damn, really. She is still very excited. Don't think so, she is in class! She looked at him and shook her head.He is too young to be sensible.Maybe it wasn't fair for her to think of him that way. Patrick, this is my life in question.For example, she might have the flu or something, come home a day early or something.Whatever happened, and then saw me, in her son's room.Do you think so? He took a few steps back, looking angry. Okay, fine, you don't trust me, so why don't you just pooh?That's the most you can do, right?

Suddenly, the anger in her heart dissipated.He was her only true friend, and now she wanted to dump him.It was very cold, bitingly cold, and he didn't have time to bring his coat. At this time, he folded his arms across his chest to keep warm. It seems that there is no way to move forward.This situation was difficult for her before, but now, she feels that she should be responsible for this young man.Of course, once the boy was out of her sight, she really didn't know what he might do, and she had only herself to blame for dragging him into this mess.She sighed, this time, it was really a deep breath.

Go home and find yourself a heavy jacket. He looked suspicious.ah?Why? Simple, you feel cold. aha!Don't you think I've seen through your tricks?For example, as soon as I get home, you will disappear. Then what?They both looked at each other. He thought of something and took the wallet out of his jeans and stuffed it into Sybylla's coat pocket. Look at the wallet and wait for me to come back. A few seconds later, he had disappeared around the corner.It was a smart move, the kid wasn't stupid, he did a good job.She took his wallet and put it in her hand to see how heavy it was.

Then she closed her eyes and couldn't help laughing.