The Thief’s Dilemma chapter 4

A person who makes a living on the radio with his mouth

The thief was shocked for a moment. He sniffed and really smelled a strong strange odor. He got scared and tried to open the doors and windows, but it was all in vain. Then, his body suddenly went limp. The room was dark. While regretting, he felt as if there was a bright light flickering in his heart. He gritted his teeth and asked himself, “Why can’t a person with a healthy body choose another path?”

The strong desire to survive made the thief grab the phone. He decided to call this disabled person who worked on the radio to tell him about the humiliation and repentance of a thief who had lost his parents since childhood, wandered around, and was always looked down upon.

He picked up the phone beside him. The phone was working. He dialed the number with difficulty. After a series of beeps, all the doors and windows suddenly opened automatically. At the same time, he fainted to the ground… When he woke up, in the bright sunlight, he dialed the mysterious number again. Immediately, a deep male voice hit his eardrums and touched his heart: “I’m grateful that you called this number. Let me tell you, this phone is actually a special answering machine with a remote – control device. But it wasn’t this so – called phone that saved you. It was your sincere determination to turn over a new leaf that saved yourself. Light and darkness, life and death, are often decided in an instant. Thank you!”

The phone suddenly hung up. When he dialed again, a gentle female voice said, “Dear customer, your phone credit has been used up…” Then there was a string of English that he couldn’t understand.

Obviously, the owner of the house had set the phone credit to just enough for one minute. Looking at the photo of the wise – looking disabled person on the wall, the thief, who was now refreshed, first felt scared, then respectful, and then touched. A feeling of pity welled up in his heart…

The thief, who was determined to turn over a new leaf, wrote down the owner’s phone number and was about to leave. Suddenly, he remembered that he should write something down. What should he write? He looked at the photo again. The round face in the photo was really like the round sun outside. His heart warmed up, and his eyes welled up with tears. He couldn’t find a pen, so he picked up a piece of chalk outside the house and wrote on the wooden door: