他是个穿着不错的窃贼,玛吉不得不承认。虽然此时她这么想很不合适。“你想要什么?”玛吉靠在厨房的门框上问。窃贼明显一惊,抬起头来,同时举起一把锃亮的黑色手枪。“要你的钱。”他压低声音。玛吉笑着问:“枪里装子弹了吗?”“当然。”“那你帮我将架子上那只丑陋的花瓶打碎吧!”“不!”窃贼说。“把枪给我,我来。”玛吉说着冲过去一把将枪抢了过来。 He is a good dressed thief, Maggie had to admit. Although she did not think so at this time. “What do you want? ” Maggie leaned over the kitchen door frame. The thief was obviously surprised, looked up, while holding up a shiny black pistol. “Want your money. ” He lowered his voice. Maggie laughed and asked: “The bullets in the gun?” “Of course. ” “Then you help me to crush the ugly vase on the shelf!” “No!” Say. “Give me the gun, I’m coming.” Maggie said rushing past to grab the gun over.