Chapter 3

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Indeed, it wasn't really successful. At least I have created variations of formulae of medicine. At least that will help sort things right, Bob thought

His mind was fading, soul waning like the moon outside the window of the police car. Doctor's uniform was crumpled like a paper of no value. His shoes caked with the dough of earth and rainwater. Hair messy as a bird's nest built with great haste and desperation.

Face blank and stoic with skin as void-dull.

The police drove the vehicle with great precision and aggression, ready to unleash full condemnation and ensure the dark fate of Bob, the great genius was sealed. The siren yelled at the top of its lungs on top of the car, flashing blaring cold and warm hues of red and blue .

'Least we finally caught that damn ass sucker Bob for good', an officer at the back blurted.

'Do you wanna have your rank stripped? ', the commander driving angrily asked.

'No sir'

'Then keep quiet and monitor this man who's under arrest!'

Turning from street to street and highway to highway, the police car drove with speed journeying to the Supreme Court.

After six hours of journeying they finally reached the destination.

'Get out', one instructed, yanking Bob by the sleeve who requested, 'Would you mind giving me some space?'

'For what? To go slay more souls? Silence! Anything you say will be used against you!'

Bob bound by cuffs composed of durable metal, muttered 'Can't even speak to my assistant nor my friend? Damn bro, what the hell is this? Really needed it most. At least I can get a note or a text message, nothing much.'

'Cut that out', the commander butted.

Before things arose, a bronze bell rang up the tower clanging for three times and birds flew above.

Then, all of a sudden, lawyers, defendants, criminals, accusers and a mangle of others entered the wide, elaborate room which resembled a court. Oh yeah. I was a court. A LITERAL court!

'Can't wait to enter this paradise', Bob muttered, accepting the fact that the writing was on the wall

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