The thief took a spectacular pratfall.
"Thud~"
The thief took a deep breath.
At the last moment, he braced himself against the ground with both hands.
That was the only reason he hadn't ruined his face.
Relief at having saved his face made him overlook the pain in his palms.
He struggled to turn onto his side and sit on the ground.
He saw the culprit that had made him slip just moments ago...
An orange.
For an instant, he felt like he was about to explode with rage.
But the next moment, he deflated like a punctured balloon, all his anger gone.
He was tired.
This time after time...
The thief turned to look in a certain direction.
The man waved the orange in his hand.
The corners of his mouth curved faintly upward.
Compared to the thief's terrible mood, the man felt pretty good.
The gloom that had been building up inside him lately seemed to have lifted somewhat.
The thief's cheek twitched.
His brow also began to twitch despite himself.
He took a deep breath.
He'd thought he'd given up.
But when he heard the distant wail of police sirens, he sprang to his feet as if possessed by divine strength.
Run!
That was the only thought in his mind.
He'd been ready to give up and thought: Forget it...
Whatever happens, happens.
He no longer had the energy to outwit these people.
But the sirens shattered all his despair.
He was scared.
Ordinary people had an instinctive respect for the police.
And that was all the more true for someone who'd committed a crime.
He immediately panicked.
He didn't want to see the police.
He didn't want to be caught by the police.
He didn't want to go to the Police