Edward Brown finished his visit to the clothing factory and, finding some spare time, headed straight to the police station.
Zechariah Jones was only in his early twenties but suddenly looked particularly world-weary, with an unkempt beard and a disheveled appearance!
Zechariah's eyes lacked any glimmer, and since his incarceration, this was the first time someone had come to see him.
When he saw that it was Edward Brown who had come, he was utterly shocked. In his eyes, Zechariah's traitorous behavior was utterly contemptible.
Edward Brown let out a long sigh and then picked up the prison visitation phone.
"Brother, how have you been holding up lately?" Edward Brown constrained his usual impish demeanor.
Zechariah kept his head low, not very eager to talk. After hesitating for a long time, he still decided to speak, "Why are you here? What, have you come to laugh at me?"