Very late one evening, Younger Brother rushed into their house, calling out for Elder Brother and exclaiming, "Help me! Hide me! I have killed a man! The police are after me! The blood..." Oh yes, the blood! It was on his clothes. His guilt was plain. What could he do? Where or how could he hide?

Elder Brother responded, "Quick! Change clothes with me." Younger Brother quickly complied. The police came. There stood Elder Brother in the bloody clothes. He said nothing and did not resist. The police assumed that they had caught the criminal.

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Oh no! What will happen to Elder Brother?! Stay tuned! ;-)