I raised my smiling eyes, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses placed obediently on the bridge of my nose. My face was pure and innocent, and I stretched out my relatively intact left hand to shake hands with him. [Please give me your advice during this time. ] I carefully cast a vigilant gaze through the slits of my eyes, which were bent when I smiled. It flashed by and was quickly replaced by a surge of goodwill and enthusiasm. As the saying goes, the most dangerous is the safest. It's funny, I never thought that one day I would share a house with a homeless person. If not to avoid being wanted. Perhaps that is too conceited. But it's true. I am a highly intelligent recidivist whom the police have not found for three years. High IQ. Recidivist.
Currently on the run. I want to live.
Intention: Good and evil will be rewarded, and evil will not prevail over good.