Chapter 9 A Ghost on The Road (I)(2)
We looked out of the window at the same time. A crowd of onlookers gathered at the gate of the police station.
“He must have taken my money and run away. Now I couldn’t get in touch with him?” A middle-aged man waved his arm in indignation and shouted.
“How could it be, we are all neighborhood of this village.”
“Why not? Who didn’t know that he would come all the way to dissipated or dissolute life? How can I get rid of my illness if he takes away my little money? Regardless of it, I will have to operate the day after tomorrow. Give me the money!” The man cling to the woman’s collars.