What’s the most exciting experience you’ve ever had?

Strange news that I live with the landlord, she’s in her 30s, divorced, always likes to talk to me.

I didn’t have any money. I listened to her even if I didn’t want to.

Until I found out that she was not divorced and that, to be precise, her husband was in this room and was frozen.

I’m sorry.

Early in 2020, I was laid off by the company.

I had to find a cheap house quickly.

On the Internet, it looks like the cheapest room is more than a thousand. Until I was late in the night, I couldn’t sleep with anxiety, and when I was in the rental team, I painted a new post:

$300 a month, near the xx subway station, directly rented by the landlord. The landlord attached a photograph of an old house, clean and clean, but had to live with the landlord, with a strange note: for boys.

I quickly added the landlord’s.

We had an appointment the next morning. She sent me the exact address.

One.

The next day, I was at the door of the room, and it wasn’t long before a woman came to the door.

Women are very different than I thought. Her.

But the woman in front of her looks like she’s only 30 years old. She’s got lipstick, eyes, and a small figure.

She was also wearing short sleeves with low breasts full of them.

I’m a little embarrassed to move my eyes away and look at women’s eyes and say hello.

When I got in the door, I heard the sound of television coming out of the bedroom.

Women introduced me to the house. She said that her father lived in the north-ward bedroom, that she had changed the living room to one of her own, and that the bedroom in the south had been rented. I looked at the room, about 10 square meters, and the light was good enough.

“Why rent so cheap? I asked.

The woman smiled and said, “Because she feared someone would mind living with the elderly.” I’m sorry.

I thought it was nothing, and I said, “Can I see the old man and say hello? I’m sorry.

Women know what I mean and say, “My dad… he was in a fire a few years ago, with a deep burn, a disfigured face and a bad move. He sits in his house every day watching TV, or he sleeps, and he doesn’t see anyone. I’m sorry.

I’m a little hesitant.

Somehow, women seem a little anxious: “You’ll never find a house like this again.” I’m sorry.

She’s right, I think about the shyness of my own pocket, plus the beauty of the hostess, and I decided to rent it.

What can a disabled old man do?

I didn’t think that nightmare was coming.

Two.

The night I moved in, I packed my bags.

When the door was knocked, the door opened, and the woman stood at the door, as she had seen at first, wearing lipstick and earrings, she said, “I’ll make dinner and eat together later.” I’m sorry.

Ling wears a tight black shirt, and it’s very stylish.

We said, “What’s so funny? I’m sorry.

“All right, all right, you’re welcome. After that, Ling turned around and went to the kitchen, and I heard the cooking.

When I was done packing, I was lying in bed with headphones, and suddenly I was thinking about Ling’s face.

Does she have a husband? How old is she?

All of a sudden, there’s been a violent fight.

“You’re hiring men at home again! “It’s a man’s voice, dumbness, emptyness, as if it’s a wind blowing from far away.

“You keep your voice down. What are you talking about? I’m sorry.

“Why can’t you change that? I’m sorry.

“…”

After a while, Ling knocked on the door, and this time when she opened it, I saw her eyes without glory, whispering, “I’ll bring you a bowl of food and a bowl of food.” I’m sorry.

“No need, Ling. Forget it. I’m sorry.

Ling didn’t answer. She went to the kitchen to get me a bowl of pepper and rice. I see she’s a bit of a pain in the ass.

Thanks to Ling, I ate alone.

It’s eating. The phone just got one.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

I’m surprised I did it without thinking.

“Slow down. I’m sorry.

I think it’s kind of weird, one is why Ling is so passionate, the other is, just chatting, how to make it look like… cheating.

Around 10:00, Ling let me through. When I passed through the old man’s room, I heard no TV in the room and looked asleep.

When I came to Ling’s room, she warmly greeted me, or in that tight black dress.

I looked around Ling’s room and I saw her on the table with a photo frame with a man holding a girl. Men look in their 30s, combing their backs with sunglasses, and little girls look like crying faces.

“This was my childhood, my dad and I. I’m sorry.

I can see that it’s been a long time, with yellow on it.

Ling’s room had no chair, so I sat by the bed. She asked me something first, and then she started talking about herself, and for years she had been working with her father, divorced years ago, and so on.

It’s 11 o’clock and I’m starting to feel sorry for myself.

“You’re tired of moving today? I’ll press you. I’m sorry.

After that, Ling sat behind me and put her hand on my shoulder.

“Oh, I’ll sleep without Ling. I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, they say I’m good at it. I’m sorry.

I’m gonna say no. But when Ling pressed her hand, the muscles were relaxed and she softly told me to get down.

Somehow, I was confused and suddenly felt that Ling was sitting on me.

I feel like I’m dying to get back to bed. I’m sorry.

“Oh, go back. I’m sorry.

Ling didn’t leave me, but her eyes seemed a little down. Back in the house, it took me a while to calm down and think about what just happened.

Anyway, I was too tired and I fell asleep.

The next night, before I went to bed, I went to take a bath and found that the hot water couldn’t come out.

I thought it was going in the wrong direction. Why isn’t there hot water? I’m asking loudly.

“Really? It should be normal. I’ll come in and see.”

I was naked at the time, and I rushed back: “No, no, just tell me how to use it.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I don’t know why, nobody answered me.

“Ling?

Are you out? I had to take a cold shower.

It’s a little cold in summer, though. When I finished washing my hair, I was going to take a bath and suddenly saw a man on the glass of the bathroom door, tall and big.

I moved. The man didn’t move. That’s not me. Right here, I saw the door handle swinging down…

I would have gone over it in one step, grabbed the doorknob from inside and locked the door.

“Is that you, Ling? I’m almost done. I’m sorry.

There was no response from the outsiders and the doorknob was still twisted.

Sister Ling?

There is still no sound, only the squeaky sound of metal when the hand moves. I held my hand firmly, and I held it in my hand, and the man began to slap the glass.

“Who are you?”

The sound of banging, the tremors of the whole door gave me a wave of fear and a heartbeat.

I don’t have a cell phone, and it’s only then that the bathroom is so clean that there’s no self-defense mop.

If you move again, I’ll call the police! “I’m yelling.

After a while, the man seemed to give up. Everything is calm, terrible calm.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

It’s probably the worst thing that people out there are looking for the keys or getting the tools to open the door. I have to get out.

I put on clothes, opened the bathroom door, there was nothing out there, quietly, the burglary door was open.

The bathroom was next to the main bedroom, and I saw the bedroom door open, and there seemed to be someone lying down.

Black shirts, chests up… it’s Ling.

It doesn’t matter. I went into Ling’s bedroom, closed the door, locked it. Fortunately, there’s nobody in there.

I went to Ling’s side, looked at her nose, breathed properly, I held her to the bed, and I whispered in her ear and shook her.

After a while, she opened her eyes and showed blood on her face.

“What’s wrong, Ling?”

“I was just cleaning the house, and suddenly someone hit me from behind. I’m sorry.

Indeed, Ling’s side, with a broom.

I told Ling what happened to me in the bathroom so she could call the police. Ling noded and promised.

There’s nothing out there. The man seems to have left.

After the call, we sat still on the bed, silent.

That’s when I came back, and just because I was going to call Ling, I was so close to her.

I can even smell the faint scent from her.

I was just wondering, suddenly Ling climbed on my arm and said, “I was so scared. I’m sorry.

I’ve been single in my mother’s womb, and the touch of her skin caused me to run through a current. “It’s okay, it’s okay, the police will be here soon.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll take a look outside. She said:

I was just about to stop her. Ling has stood up and opened the door.

There were no lights in the living room, and Ling and I tried to turn the lights on and found no one in the room. The whole room was quiet, except for the old man’s room, with the sound of television.

Ling closed the door and she was too scared, the whole person.

“Ling, check it out. Is anything missing at home? I’m sorry.

“Oh, yeah, you’re right.”

That’s weird. Nothing was lost.

A little while later, the police came to the door and they heard us and looked at the scene without finding any valuable traces. We went together with the property management, and the property said that because of the ageing of the circuits, the surveillance power of our buildings was cut off.

There are no valuable leads at this stage, and the police have advised Ling to change the locks and they will continue their investigation.

“Call us if anything happens. I’m sorry.

I was puzzled and Ling accepted the treatment in peace.

In that time, my own life was in ruins, two consecutive interviews, and then again, I was locked in my room and playing games every day, and I was depravated.

One morning I woke up and I was lying in bed painting the job.

The eyes of the brush hurt, and I looked in the narrow room and saw the chair, and suddenly I had a strange feeling.

Why is this chair coming towards me?

I remember myself playing the game last night, lying unconscious in bed and sleeping, and the chair should be facing the table.

Am I having a bad memory?

I scratched my face and got up and washed up in the bathroom and ran into Ling. Ling has a diaper and is pouring into the toilet.

“Wait a minute. I’m going to brush it. I’m sorry.

“All right, all right, I’ll go to the kitchen. I’m sorry.

I can’t imagine this life, living with my disfigured, disabled father for years. Take care of his diet, eat and drink. During the day, Ling will go to work, come back at night and support the house alone.

Think about it, I can’t lose it.

After brushing my teeth, I went out for over half an hour to run in the park next to him, and I was panting, ready to go back. I happen to have seen the police station on the side of the road, remembering the incident that occurred the previous time, and I intend to talk to the police again.

The police station is small, and my civilian police presence coincided with the last time.

I asked why there had been no follow-up, but I didn’t think he would tell me: “It was your landlord who called and said no more.” I’m sorry.

“Ah! What is the reason?”

“I think she said she fainted and no one attacked her. I’m sorry.

I’m curious to get out of the police station. Why would Ling say that?

Six.

Back home, Ling went out and only the old man’s room had the sound of television. I walked down the door quietly and sounded like an ad.

I’d like to talk to the old man, but I remember his curse on Ling the other night.

Go back to the house. I think I’ll have to ask Ling tonight.

Sitting in a chair, I wanted to go and remember this chair.

I got a smart camera on a website, and it cost me a hundred head, okay. It’ll be here in the afternoon.

I put it on the table, thought about it, and I moved it to the window.

Ling didn’t know what was going on that night and never came home. And the night before last night, I was very upset.

I closed the curtains, left a gap between the curtains, and put the camera on.

I downloaded an app on the phone, and this camera is smart, and when something moves in space, it sends a hint to the phone.

Set it all up and I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I turned on my phone, and I saw a lot of tips.

Besides, my chair is heading towards me again…

I’ll open the app and watch last night’s camera recording thing.

I’ve been back in the past, and I’ve caused the movement.

And I turned on the record video of the fourth campaign, which was two in the morning. I saw my bedroom door opened in the dark.

Then a man stood at the door of the room.

The camera wasn’t very clear at night, but I could still identify it. It was a man.

In the dark, he was like a shadow and walked in deliberately and slowly.

He couldn’t see his face, he couldn’t see his face, and when he walked in, he came to my bed and stood there.

The video was terminated because the camera had by default recorded only moving images.

In other words, in the next time, the man stood by my bed and remained still.

I made the next video in a hurry.

The next video, the man walked out of the house and later he came back with something.

The video’s not very clear, but I looked at it and found it was a knife! He’s walking around in his room, seems to be hesitating.

Eventually, he moved the chair over, sat down and headed towards me.

And then the video stopped.

I turn on the sixth and last video.

At the beginning of the video, the man’s head turned to the camera, and he observed it for a while, and then he rose up to the camera.

Next second, video’s off.

And that’s when I found that app showed the camera state at that time: not connected.

I jumped out of the bed, pulled the curtains, looked at the camera and disappeared. Instead, there was a doll, the stomach was cut open and the cotton was exposed.

I locked the door at night, so the only person who could enter my room… was the man in this room.

Thinking about it, I’m sweating straight up.

Man, man, I ignored that old man.

I put on my clothes and opened the door, and I saw that the old man’s room across the slant just closed.

It’s the same as usual.

I step by step, walk to the door, hold my breath and gently push the door.

The curtains were drawn in the room, dark, and the television was placed at the corner of the wall opposite the other side, with a person facing me on his back and watching it in a quiet chair.

His hair was gray, but his back was different from what I thought, very thin.

He didn’t seem to notice me.

I looked at the room, and the man in the wheelchair had a bed on his right hand and a stand by the door. As soon as I looked, the camera was on the counter.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

I was suddenly told to shoot on my shoulder.

I turned around and looked at her.

I was going to talk, and she suddenly put a finger on my lips, and then one hand held my hand and took me to her room.

When she arrived in her room, the curtains were also drawn and only one bed headlight was on and there was a strange smell in the room.

Last night…

I’ve been pressurized.

She looked me in the eye and said, “I’ll make amends for you. I’m sorry.

“No, sister…”

Her face is only a few centimeters away from me, and my breath is so hot.

I couldn’t help but kiss up.

I was lying in bed with Ling at noon, hungry.

“What’s going on?” I asked Ling.

The room at that time was filled with a slimy breath.

Ling took care of her hair and said, “That’s not my father. That’s my ex-husband. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

“Yes, after our divorce, he was obsessed with me and wanted to remarry, and I didn’t agree. On one occasion, a fire broke out in his neighbour ‘ s house, and he went to rescue him, but it was not expected that he would pass out of smoke and his body would be severely burned, which was what he was now. I’m sorry.

“He was an orphan, fatherless and fatherless, and I saw him poor, so I took him to his house to take care of him for many years. I’m sorry.

“For years, I haven’t talked to friends, because no one can accept him. I’m sorry.

“Why would he want to hurt me? I’m sorry.

“For jealousy.” Ling said.

“He thinks I’m his, but I’m not. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think there was such a story in this little house. But under this roof, I live with Ling and her crazy, burned husband.

It’s chilling to think.

He’s in my room now, and he’ll probably kill me next. Crazy possessions make people do things.

“No, Ling, I have to move. I’m sorry.

“Why is my sister not nice to you? I’m sorry.

I must admit, Ling is fine. I don’t know if it’s a gene, or whether it’s been years alone, Ling… and it looks very young.

“Fine, but I’m scared. I’m sorry.

“And we have no future. I’m sorry.

When I heard that, Ling laughed.

“I don’t want to come, just now. I’m sorry.

After that, Ling and I kissed again. The door was ringing, and after a while, the phone was ringing, and we just ordered the take-out, but we were just concerned.

I’ll be in Ling’s room for the next few days.

How many times did she ask me, “Will you move away?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Of course not. I’ll stay here. I’m sorry.

She’s happy like a little girl in love. She’s always glowing.

I asked Ling what she had to do. Indeed, there was no television in that room, and I wondered if Ling had drugged men.

But I don’t care much anymore.

In those days, I finally interviewed a successful company and had an appointment in a week. Ling was happy for me, but worried I’d move. I promised her, as always, no.

In fact, while she was asleep or outside the room, I started looking for a house online.

I added a landlord, I’m supposed to go to the house the next day.

I’ve been paying rent once a month, and it happens to be almost a month. If tomorrow’s room goes well, I can sneak away from this crazy house, this crazy couple.

The next day, Ling went out to work again, and I went to the house at this time, and I moved in two days later.

Back home, I was so relieved, I bought food to cook. It’s past 5:00 p.m. I’ve got dinner ready. That night, after dark, it happened to be the biggest storm since summer, with a thunderstorm, but it didn’t affect my mood.

At the table, Ling asked me why I’m so happy.

I will only say how much more than before, because of new jobs, and will not mention anything about moving away.

Actually, the new house can be moved the next day, but I’m kind of greedy here.

I think, just one more night, I’ll be out of here forever.

After dinner, Ling went to take a shower without a sound. I’m tired of sitting on my bed and thinking that women are trouble.

Finally, I couldn’t bear to walk out of the room, and it was only at this point that the bathroom light was closed, but instead, the door of the man’s room was open, a stitch was leaking, and the light came through.

Sister Ling?

“Are you in there?”

I pushed the door open, and I saw the man quietly turning his back on me and sitting. He looked at the TV, but it wasn’t even on. His hands and back were bound, and the whole person was locked in a chair.

Even so, my legs were tight, and I asked him, “Where is Lin?” I’m sorry.

Men are silent.

After a while, he said, “Do you think I’m such a bully?” I’m sorry.

“You think I don’t know what you did? I’m sorry.

“You think I don’t know what you two did? I’m sorry.

Men’s voices are very empty, as if they were fake.

After that, he turned around. And it almost scared me to the ground.

His whole face was completely deformed, as if it were a piece of rubber mud and had been repulsed.

His nose was burned, and there was only one empty, dark, dark hole; one eye was missing, and the other one had no eyelids, and there were huge white eyes and black pupils, like a ghost. As for the other skins on the face, they were scarred and flesh increased.

Even worse, he laughed at me.

I don’t know why I’m going back. I took a deep breath and thought, “What can I do if he’s stuck in a wheelchair?”

The next scene left me desperate.

With the hand of the crippled one with only three fingers, the man drew out the card on his abdomen.

He stood up in front of me.

Sister Ling!

Help! I’m sorry.

I yelled. But there was a thunderstorm out there, and no one seemed to hear my cry.

I ran to the door, but I realized it couldn’t be opened.

“How is that possible?”

Where is it locked? I keep shaking the keys, but it doesn’t work. The door just doesn’t move.

Kitchen. Go to the kitchen.

There’s a knife in the kitchen and I can defend myself. After running to the kitchen, I closed the door, and this time I turned over the box and found that the knife that was still there at dinner was missing.

I remember putting it in the first cupboard.

Why not?

Second, third, fourth… none.

At this time, a desperate thought gushes into my heart.

I stood up, through the glass door in the kitchen, and I saw the man standing in the living room. As the living room did not turn on the light, only a short period of lightning had lighted his body.

And I saw clearly that he had a knife in his hand, the knife. The men began to come to me slowly, and the radiance of the kitchen knife flashed in the darkness.

“Aah! I’m sorry.

I screamed up.

Help! I’m sorry.

No one cares about me. I look across the kitchen, opposite the kitchen is another building. At this time of night, however, almost all the buildings opposite were drapes and nobody saw what was happening on my side.

Now, my only life-saving straw is this door.

I’m gonna hold this door.

In the meantime, I can’t give up, I’m gonna keep shouting.

Men came to me step by step.

His ugly, horrible face is right across me, just a few centimeters away from me, by the glass door.

He started smashing the door.

One, two, three, soon there’s a crack in the door.

As I was about to die, all of a sudden, the door was knocked.

“Open the door!”

I heard someone shouting. At the same time, the cell phone was ringing in my room. On this terrible rainy night, that bell seems to have finally made me feel connected to the outside world.

“We’re cops, open up! “The neighbor called the police.”

I heard people out there shouting, but I couldn’t get out.

And then the man was right in front of me, as if he could not hear what had happened and kept knocking on the door.

Finally, the glass broke.

He’s right in front of me, and my heart is tied.

Can’t wait.

I can only rely on myself. The man raised his knife and cut it at me, and my body flashed in and to the sink. Then the man went into the kitchen.

Ling’s kitchen is small. It’s like two or three square metres.

I have little room for movement. On the floating window, there’s a shelf, and there’s a bowl of pots,

I’m going to do it with my hands, and I’m going to throw those things at the men, but they’re not really lethal.

Wait a minute.

Where the hell is Ling?

The idea was just a flash, because the man was slashing me with a kitchen knife.

I blocked it with my hand, but my right hand was cut with a sharp blade. I can barely feel the pain. I just saw the blood pour all over my arm.

I’m bleeding, dizziness, and fear seem to devour me.

The people outside are banging on the door.

Knock, knock.

But inside, I’m sure I’m gonna die.

I fought men with all my energy and I kicked him to the other side.

The man punched a guillotine, and I ran over and took the knife.

In a fight, I found the skin on a man’s face shaking, and I held it against my stomach for a while, trying to tear his face open, which should have caused him to suffer.

I had one hand against the knife in his hand and the other reached to his face.

He tried to put his hand on me. I just bit it.

I can’t believe I bit that face all over it, but it’s the face of Ling!

It’s Ling!

But at this point, her eyes were strange, and there was madness, and she laughed, and her voice was as loud as thunder. When I didn’t notice, the knife in her hand struck at me, and I saw a red blur.

I fell on the floor and heard the door opening before I went into a coma.

Eleven.

On the basis of police investigations and visits, it was concluded that Chen had killed her husband, Li Hong, 10 years earlier.

Chen and Li-Heng were in the same village, not because of their feelings, but because of the father of Chen-Ling who owed Li a life-saving favour. It was a snow night, when Chen’s father was drunk and slept on the street a dozen degrees below zero.

In the morning, there was no one on the road. Li’s father happens to be a punk and wonders what he’s doing in the middle of the night.

Li brought Chen up, somehow, to return this man to his house.

The two families have since moved.

Li Hong saw the beautiful Ling, and she didn’t want to, and his father forced Chan to marry him.

She’s been married to Li Hen for five years and she’s been living day by day.

Li Hong knows that Ling doesn’t like herself, so he beats and scolds. He won’t allow Ling to talk to any man, and if he finds out, he’ll punch and kick.

Perhaps it was a requital, when Chen Ah-Ling went out to do his work at noon, and the house set fire, somehow, to Li-Heng, who was sleeping at home. He thought he was dying, but he was rescued by a fireman who arrived in time.

However, when he woke up in his bed, he had no face and had no life.

According to the father, Ling is taking care of the ugly Li Hong.

I’m still young and my body is sealed.

Five years after this dark day, Li Hen’s parents passed away from each other ten years ago, no one asked him about her and Ling wanted a divorce. But she was afraid of her father from childhood to raise it.

She did nothing but kill Li Hong.

The body was placed in an ice freezer, and Li Hong stopped going out without any doubt.

But after the murder, the coward Chan Ling had nightmares night and night. Lee Hen died, but his voice, the one that was crazy, paranoid, possessive, seemed to live on her.

On the one hand, she desires love.

And Li Hen, always to strangle and take her for himself.

Nobody knows when Ling unfrozen the body, took his skin and became him…

Finally, Chen Arling was taken to a psychiatric hospital.

“Ah, finally, they didn’t see it. I’m sorry.

“My wife’s just a ghost, and now she’s gonna be with me. I’m sorry.

“No, it’s still cheap for the boy…”

I was in a coma for days because of the loss of blood, and when I woke up, the police came to me to take a statement and tell me what had happened.

Two weeks later, I got out of hospital.

I’ve been having a bad relationship with my parents for years, so I don’t want to go home even if I don’t have the money.

In the days that were lying in the bed, I thought a lot and finally called my mother.

On the phone, my mother cried. She told me to come home early.

“Good. I promised.

On the day of discharge, I returned to Ling’s house, which is now temporarily under police control. A policeman took me there, and I packed my stuff, booked a high-weight ticket and planned to leave in the afternoon.

On my way to the subway, I got a phone call.

Hello? I’m sorry.

It’s only a short sound, but I recognize it as Ling’s voice.

Summer inflammation, but a cold swirling my body.

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Purple is working late at night.

After work, thinking about eating by the road, you don’t have to go home and cook.

I went to a shop where I used to go.

A bowl of gin, a cold meal, half a bottle of wine left in the store.

It’s after 9:00 p.m., there’s no one at the store, just me and the boss, and a skinny middle-aged guy sitting next to the table.

He’s very familiar with his boss because he eats in this shop. No one else, but the boss made an extra dish and took another bottle of wine and sat across the street with me.

The middle-aged man next to me was drinking, and he saw me having a hot talk with the boss, and he had to take it from time to time, and after a while, maybe he was upset, and the boss called him to sit with us and talk.

The middle-aged are absolutely the best, from time to time to town, from Putin to Beijing and Tokyo to Tokyo from 5,000 to 5,000 years later.

It’s good to hear.

There is no more wine than a cup of wine.

I mean, it’s not like I’m drunk, but it’s definitely speculative.

As a result, the more he talked, the more his boss went to get two hot dishes, which he invited.

Two more young men came in at about 11:00, one of them ordered a bowl of custard, ate and listened to our conversation in the open sky.

Yeah.

The two young men, after eating, came and called the boss to settle the bill, and the boss stood up and was ready to go to the bar to get his little Ben, and I stood up to get home. Middle-aged people looked up and looked at the young people and seemed to have something in their eyes.

Well, we’re not the kind of people who write novels or play pencils.

I tried to reflect the situation on the ground.

The two young men suddenly jumped at the middle-aged and pushed him to the ground.

Middle-aged people struggled and moved their backs.

I watched all three of them scrambling together.

The boss yells like a fool. Don’t fight, fight out.

At the same time, five or six more people came in the door, with guns, handcuffs and uniforms for the middle-aged.

Then he took us all to the police station.

Thanks to all the people I know, the boss and the middle-aged don’t know each other.

Go home with your face on your face.

He didn’t sleep in the middle of the night.

The following day, the man known through the police station knew that the middle-aged man who had been arrested was a man who had been killed and had hidden a dagger and a homemade pistol behind his waist.

Think of the first day of chatting with that guy.

Ghost knows what I’ve been through.

It’s so exciting.

I almost had a heart attack.

And I had a little chat with a girl, and I had a cranium picture in my friend’s sticker, and she picked me up.

The girl’s skin is particularly white and meaty, but she can’t talk about it, but it’s very open, and she’s usually allowed to take anything, and any photo video, which is covered in her chest, sometimes asking her age and not to tell.

I didn’t care. I saw her in a private photo. Did I ask her if she was a teacher? She said no.

Then, as we talked, we were forced to guess how old my mother’s direct blood pressure went up, scared to death, and guessed for a little bit.

Really, it’ll get soft in a second and talk to me again, and I’ll get in trouble.

When she talked, she was told that many girls were threatened with making videos, and she could hear it. But I’d be able to send out pictures like that, and I’d be shaking to delete them.

Because I’m afraid if the parents see it, they’ll play it big and I’ll be free to eat and sleep.

I talked to her for over six months, and she stopped talking about it.

Later, slowly, she didn’t talk to me, and then I quietly deleted her. Those months were really a bunch of scares.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.