That trial was filled with much anger, and many people were upset because of that murderous boy. No one knew his name, his parents, or even where he came from. Even the judge, despite his strength and firmness, didn't dare to ask. It was truly strange. Do you want to...You want to know how much the judges sentenced him to? Give me a number you have. I thought to myself, "Hmm, maybe 9 years?" He said, "No." "10?" He said, "No." "20?" "Oh." He said, "No, no." So how much was he sentenced to? He sighed and said, "This is tiring on the phone. Let's meet at the cafe." We talked, and it would be best if no one saw us. Okay, make sure you're connected via fax, or alternatively, break your SIM card after we finish talking. I'll come pick you up in my car. Then we set a time, and I broke my SIM card and turned off my phone. I tried to sleep after all that, but My only concern is how this story will end and how I will save my family... To be continued
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