He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.,"He didn't do anything, just stayed in the car for a while and then left.",It's just that heart, or is the thief's heart still not dead。