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Albert holds Tommy in his arms, and Sean leads the way. The patrol guards passing by didn't even look at the two of them, and there were so many unemployed vagrants wandering around that the enthusiasm for them to push and drink was lost.

They walked out of the dilapidated mud egg area, and the newly renovated buildings around them were very uncomfortable.

Albert hugged Tommy tightly, and with each step he took his arm was embedded in Tommy's body. Agonizing over how to explain all this to Tommy in the future, and whether Tommy could understand the meaning of doing so. Lie to him......

Albert, who had no reason, remembered the dead Tom, and what he would have thought if he saw it. Little Tom was always the kindest and most hopeful one, and he never opened his eyes to peek at the time of prayer, or questioned the existence of God as some do. Albert couldn't bear to do such a thing in front of Tom's heavenly spirit......

There are many thoughts, but none of them let go of the idea of the life-saving straw in front of them. Looking at the back of this man named Sean, it was like a banner of sin. And Albert threw all his guilt to this banner, even if his deeds were discovered, he could use this to get rid of the blame.

Yes, why not? No matter how wrong you are, there are more wrong than yourself, and even if you are evil, there are some who are worse than yourself. As everyone knows, most of all sinners have such thoughts, and attribute all their sins to that bright banner. But they themselves have become banners, calling on others to follow them. After that, their sins can be traced back to the source to the beginning of all evil, and the scrutiny of conscience is thus broken by the despicable deception.

"That's it. Sean said.

Albert nearly bumped into him, stopping to look up at the mansion for a rare time along the way. Like all the mansions in the Uptown, not to mention the ornate white pine gates, the bronze knockers are bitten by stately relief beasts, at least it's a shelter from the elements.

"I'll take you here, and you'll improvise the rest. Sean said with a smile and knocked on the door with the knocker, making a low, loud thud. Turning the sins that Albert had been imagining and escaping into an impending reality. After doing this, Sean turned around and left, "I'll contact you." ”

Albert listened to his footsteps and left, shivers beating rhythmically. His grip on Tommy's hand did not relax, but became firmer. Because this is the last thing he can make a name for himself, everything he does is to save his lovely brother. Albert didn't notice that a man who was determined to commit a crime would put so much emphasis on what covered up his guilt.

At this time, Albert was no longer the same Albert who walked the streets with Tommy in his arms during the day, and now he only had distress and fear in his heart. Tommy is more of an excuse to get away with his guilt than his dear brother. He comforted himself and said that everything was for his brother, but how true was this?

"My brother is seriously ill, please save him......" Albert muttered to himself silently, always feeling that there was something wrong with this statement. So he changed the tone of his rereading, and said again, "Please save him, my brother is going to die......" This is not the feeling, Albert racked his brain and thought, "Dear sir, please save my brother, I am willing to do anything to repay you......"

Albert's forehead began to sweat, and he felt like he had been standing in front of the door for a long time, but he wished it would have been longer, and it was better that the door should never be opened. All those opening remarks are useless, and all the painstaking preparation is the best ending. As the minutes ticked by, Albert's heart gradually became clearer. This Valolet didn't hear the sound of the door, and he could leave this hot oil pot, there was always a way...... There will always be...... Albert thought he wouldn't have to be a traitor......

Just as Albert's mind was about to drive his body, the door to the warm light in the gap suddenly opened. The sudden event washed away all the lines that Albert had prepared in his head, leaving only an empty shell. Eventually, it happened to him.

He is now going to deceive this man, to accept his handouts, to gain his trust, and finally to betray this man......

Albert couldn't avoid making eye contact with him, and found that this man was a septuagenarian, with a kind light between his eyebrows, and it was also faintly dazzling in the light of the candlelight.

"What do you want?" he said.

"I've heard about you...... Mr. Joe Waolet...... "Albert tried not to let his voice tremble," they say you are a notoriously good man, so ......" Albert's emotions poured out like a flood that has burst its banks, "I have thought about it, sir, I swear, I have thought it many times...... But this is the only way. He whispered hoarsely, not loud but heartfelt, "We went to see the doctor in the mud area, and he blackmailed us. I went from house to house and prayed for their mercy. I pray that they will give my brother a place where he can die in peace...... But they are afraid of me, and they are afraid of the plague......" Albert wanted to tell everything in one go, but he himself did not understand why he had not done so in the end, "I assure you, Monsieur Valolet, that I will not stand here and knock at the door of your house, even if I have any other chance. ”

"Don't be stupid, kid. "Everyone has a time when they're cornered, and they're always in need of help," Joe said. And my door is open to all those who seek this help. He sighed secretly, "I myself have suffered this despair and pain, and I think that God has closed all my doors without leaving me a window." But we must remember what God says, never question your God, just love Him with all our hearts. Sometimes the devil will take advantage of our cowardice, but have faith that the day will come. ”

Joe's words were not meant to be a lecture but a sense of self-blame.

Albert cried to him, "Mr. Vaolet, I may have done something wrong under the influence of the devil. ”

"We all make mistakes, and I'm no exception. Joe said, "But mistakes can be made once, not twice or three times." ”

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