Uncle Beard: "I don't know."" Yes." I didn't have much sadness, because I forgot everything, I didn't have anything to be sad about. Uncle Beard held his gun and aimed it at me again, and said, "I've called the police, I called the police last night, they didn't come until it snowed, and now it's almost over.If you don't want to be caught, go quickly." The policeman thought about it for a moment, I still knew, the pretty woman carefully hid behind Uncle Beard, and looked at me quietly, since they were so afraid of me, and I had eaten enough.