Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Chapter 33 What’s in The Sculpture

The dust cleared, revealing what had fallen out of the sculpture.

It was a white bone palm. The palm of that hand was in a holding position, holding a packet of things inside the hand, wrapped in kraft

paper.

David immediately hugged Susie and covered her eyes.

Michael opened his mouth and felt a chill in the hard sun.

“You send Susie back first,” Michael said.

Susie, “I won’t.”

Before the words were out of his mouth, David stood up with her in his arms and quickly walked back.

“Susie, be good. This is not a place where children can stay. Go back and play at home with Grandma, while uncles take care of some things.”

“Remember, the one who just smashed the sculpture is your uncle Michael, who introduced you to the hammer and ended up getting too excited to accidentally smash the sculpture into a big hole.”

Susie was puzzled, “Is that so? Why would we lie to the police?”

David was dumbfounded for a moment and said in a muffled voice, “Just listen to your uncle David.”

Susie leaned over David’s shoulder and said, “Okay.”

David dropped Susie off at home and left in a hurry.

Alana hurriedly asked someone to make food for Susie, who sat upright on the couch and asked in a whisper.

“Why do we cheat the police? The police are not the bad guy.”

Mitch sat cross-legged to one side, holding something in his hand and

looking through it.

carelessly, “Police are not bad guys, but do not rule out bad guys inquiring about. Thinking about if others know that you are so strong, they would slice you

and waved her hands,

came over with a peeled apple, only to

said, “Okay, no slicing, or dicing. Just

the apple that she realized that

saw the little one’s dumbfounded look and couldn’t help but hook

grabbed the female ghost out of

there?” Mitch asked as he looked

ghost, she

tragedy of death was revealed could they see the mutilation, so Mitch did not even notice

birth, so the ancients would be so concerned about the

spookily said, “That day when I was smashed to death, my hand was smashed off. I still

thought about the money when she died,

because I don’t have this hand that I’m not willing to go

I’ve been floating around for the past five years just to get my hand

through a book and asked faintly, “Don’t you know that

female ghost was

it’s something bad, and ignoring your conscience for money. Good and evil

female ghost was put into the sculpture. But now that the police had found the hand. As long as they could extract Mara’s fingerprints

side, Susie was concentrating on eating an apple. She took a bite out and handed it

and the apple was gone. Alana said cheerfully, “Do you want to

curled and she said good-naturedly, “Thank you,

suddenly cocked her head and shoved the

big fart for

tossed his head, flinging the apple cores to the ground, and grunted, “It stinks. It

Susie was amused.

follow the laugh. When he first saw the child, she

be opening up and getting

cold voice rang out, “A girl, moving around and talking about

just returned from an

heard Susie say ass, and Alex flung the apple core at her feet, she was instantly more

smile on Susie’s face vanished and she pursed her

It’s bad luck to have a kid like

noble and subdued, yet there was a hint of