I asked Ru to guard my suitcase, and she did indifferently. Mei first followed me in regretful silence. But soon she talked sensibly, “A phone stolen is stolen. Don’t bother the police. It’s no use. They won’t catch the thief. You should have let me take your bag when I asked.”
“I know. No one to blame but myself. Now I just want to see how it was stolen.”
To my great disappointment, a wide-mouthed, smart-mouthed, meanmouthed policeman said coldly, “No video is available.” To my greater disappointment, he added more coldly, “A phone missing is nothing. If a person is missing, I may stop eating and do something.” He screwed his face into a mocking glare, and I felt like the paper he screwed into a ball, tossed and missed the bin.