Chapter 1912 (1/2)
Confused.
Vica is asleep.
In a dream.
He was acquitted. He went back to the villa to enjoy delicious food and beautiful women. He drove out in a yacht, drank wine with his friends, sang songs, and looked at the blue sea to roar.
But.
It's not roaring yet.
”Bang!”
A loud noise.
”Ah!”
Vica woke up, sat up and shouted.
”What's the matter?”
Two guards at the door quickly pushed the door open, only to see pieces of the lamp on the ground. Vika had nothing to do with it. ”Why break the lamp?” This question directly blindfolded Vica.
”I.”
”I.”
What kind of judgment are you?
”Not me.”
Vica snorted.
”Really?”
”Really.”
With his suspicious eyes, Vica was speechless. With his violent temper before, he dared to wronged him so much. He would surely be able to smash ten to show each other. But today, he is too unlucky to be upset.
”Oh.”
Finish.
I'm going to call someone to clean it.
”Wait.”
”Well?”
”I want to change the ward.” Vica thinks the house is unlucky. As soon as I came in, the bad news continued. First, the culprit ran away. Then, the lamp fell for no reason.
Fortunately, I'm ok.
Don't believe in evil.
It's a pity.
Think about it.
Just believe it!
”I asked if there was one.” After collecting the money, there are still features to be found.
”Thank you.”
Vica said.
Soon.
He was placed in a better ward. The first floor, spacious and bright, belongs to the real intensive care room. Knowing the identity of Vica, the hospital dare not neglect it. It is very careful.
Suto's family, in Malaysia, is a big tree.
”It should have been.”
In the room.
Just so scared, Vica has no sleepiness, make a cup of tea, sit on the sofa, turn on the TV and watch it. There's a phone in the room, but it's unplugged, preferential, and there's a bottom line.
”Tut tut!”
”Comfortable!”
Zizi, Vica drinking hot tea.
Suddenly.
”Dong Dong!”
Right.
There was a tap on the window.
”Who?”
VEKA turned his head and saw a furtive figure outside, hissing. For a moment, out of instinct, VEKA regarded this kind of furtive approach as his own.
Turn your eyes and look at the door.
Nothing.
Next.
Vica got up, crept to the window and opened it gently. He also saw the knocker, in his twenties, with a cautious attitude of ”telling the news”, looking around.
”What is it?”
Vica asked in a low voice, thinking it was the father who arranged it.
Friendly forces.
”Come here.”
The man hooked his fingers.
Smell the words.
Vica looked around, no one noticed, so he put his head close to him. Then, he felt his neck cool. He heard the words that made him stupid: ”rob, dare to make a noise, and it's you.”
Immediately.
Vica's in limbo.
Robbery?
Hold the grass.
What kind of fairy story is this? I thought it was a friendly army. Unexpectedly, it was a robber. I was so stupid to help cover it up. I even put my neck together.
Whoops!
Why am I so unlucky?
Now.
Vica wanted to cry, but found... No tears to cry.