Yongchang has been napping, but it seems that his condition is still deteriorating, and the heat is even higher than when he first appeared. The doctor helped him to prop himself up on the bed and sat for a minute. He stared at the two strangers, not at all understanding what was going to happen—to be honest, he couldn't even remember where he was or what had happened.

"This child," said Mr. Qian gently and passionately, "this child, because he was naughty, broke into the courtyard behind here, the courtyard of the gentleman's house, and was accidentally wounded by a spring gun, and this morning he came to this house to ask for help, but was immediately detained, and he is really whimsical." As a doctor, I can attest that the gentleman has put the child's life in extreme danger. ”

After listening to this introduction, Mr. Patrol stared at him intently. The inexplicable Lao Li looked at the two detectives blankly, then turned his gaze to Yongchang, and then moved from Yongchang to Mr. Qian, the expression of panic and confusion was really ridiculous.

"You're not going to deny that, are you?" The doctor said, gently settling Yongchang back in.

"I'm all out of—out of good intentions, sir," replied Lee, "I really thought it was this child, or I would never have had trouble with him." I'm not unkind by nature, sir. ”

"What kind of kid do you think it's like?" The patrol of the old qualifications asked.

"The robbers brought the child, sir." Lao Li replied, "They—they must have a child." ”

"Oh. Do you still think so? Brassers asked.

"Think what, now?" Lao Li looked at the interrogator stupidly and replied.

"You idiot, think it's the same kid, don't you?" The patrol is getting impatient.

"I don't know, I really don't know," Lao Li said with a sad face, "I can't guarantee that it's him." ”

"What do you think?" The patrol asked.

"I don't know what to think," replied poor old Lee, "I don't think it's the child, really, I can almost conclude that it's not at all." You know, it can't be. ”

"Did this man drink, sir?" The patrol turned to the doctor and asked. "What a complete fool, you."

During this brief conversation, Mr. Qian had been taking the pulse of the patient, when he got up from the chair beside the bed and said that if the two inspectors had any doubts about the subject, they might as well go to the next room and call the tinker to ask him.

They accepted the offer, and went into the next room, where the tinkerer was summoned, and he and his esteemed superiors had thus fallen into such a strange labyrinth, with contradictory claims and impossibilities that could not be proved except to prove that he himself was utterly dizzy.

It was not at all true that he claimed that he would not recognize the real thief even if he called him in front of him right now. He just regarded Yongchang as him, one because Lao Li said it was him, and the other was five minutes ago, Lao Li admitted in the kitchen that he began to feel very worried, and he was probably too reckless.

Among the many speculations about people's wrongs, some people raised the question of whether Lao Li really hit someone, and after examining the results of another pistol that was paired with the one he shot last night, it was found that except for * and kraft paper reloading plugs, there was no more lethal thing, and this discovery left a deep impression on everyone.

Only the doctor was not among them, because he had just pulled the projectile off about ten minutes earlier. That being said, the impression left on Lao Li is incomparable to that of no one. He had been agonizing for hours for fear that he had mortally wounded a fellow countryman, and he was eager to grasp the new idea.

In the end, the two police officers did not use too much brains on Yongchang, and they went to the town for one night and agreed to come back the next morning.

Early the next morning, news came that two men and a child had been arrested for their suspicious behavior and imprisoned in Conch City last night.

The two patrolmen went on a special trip for this purpose. According to the investigation, the so-called suspicious appearance boiled down to the fact that they were found sleeping under a haystack, but in suspicious appearance, and the two gentlemen had to return empty-handed.

In short, after some further investigation and a lot of verbal work, the inspector of the patrol room readily agreed to the release of Yongchang on bail jointly signed by Mrs. Mei and Mr. Qian, but he had to be with him.

The two patrol gentlemen received a few foreign dollars and went back to Conch City, but the two of them had different opinions about the purpose of this expedition. The latter looked at the overall situation, thought twice, and was inclined to believe that this attempted night theft was the work of a master. The former, on the other hand, was inclined to put the whole of this merit on the head of the great lantern ghost.

At this time, under the careful care of Mrs. Mei and the kind-hearted Mr. Qian, Yongchang's body was gradually recovering. If the fervent prayer of gratitude, from the heart, could reach heaven – or else why it prayed – then the blessings that the orphan prayed for them had permeated their hearts with peace and joy.