A human-eating apartment.
Night and night: double-killing of humanity
It’s a bit immoral to think that way, but 104 died so fast.
One.
I stood in the window looking out the window, and I couldn’t see anything but snow. The blizzard that keeps us trapped in this old town’s apartment, the lack of supplies is a pain in the ass.
Fortunately, it’s the old lady with the headaches.
So no one’s ever gonna make a mess in the whole apartment because of a little shit.
I was thinking, I heard sirens coming from far and near.
The police came faster than they thought. It’s hard to imagine how fast they can get out in such a catastrophic climate.
Just like that four years ago.
After all, I guess I know the process, and soon all the residents of our apartment will be taken to each other to talk.
Probably, we’ll all be suspects.
There’s nothing strange about that. After all, we all hate that old lady. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone could not bear it and did something to her.
This apartment is building 2, four floors, two or two doors, and now only six houses.
It’s a couple who live across the door from the old lady. I’ve been told that I’ve been in trouble and that I’ve contacted the agency to sell the house.
I am deeply sympathetic to that. Even I live upstairs every night, let alone them.
This old lady has been so mean and mean all her life, and has taken away her husband and her two sons. No one’s visiting her in New Year’s. She’s got her own stomach all over our neighborhood.
She complained about the closure of the 103-door couple, and as soon as they closed the door, she ran through the door with a broom.
She was sarcastic about her 204-year-old widow, who baked at home, but was ugly and would never get married again.
There is a teacher who lives at the door of a widow, the chairman of our own board of owners, who is calm and mature. Not even the old lady can pick him up.
She did not spare him, however, in that she lied about his affair with the widow at the door, as she saw with her own eyes.
The widow upstairs has moved away. After the incident, he carried the whole 4th floor with him as a taboo.
You know, about the fourth floor, even the old lady wouldn’t say a word.
So it was just me upstairs.
I’m a single person who usually doesn’t feel well enough to know everybody. I must say something special. I was the only witness to that.
So she’s been chasing me for a long time to ask me about the past, so that when I see her face, the bad memories come.
I’m not very happy to be questioned by the police, and I’m afraid to be asked again about the case of the year. I’m afraid I’m just trying to get my back cold.
Interrogation. Well, it’s not interrogation yet, but cooperation.
There’s no need for that.
It is clear to everyone that, in such a harsh climate, there are no unrelated outsiders who would come all the way to fight for the people.
As you know — suspects are probably between us.
In view of the weather and other reasons, the police found an empty house and asked each other.
The first one to go in was the husband of the couple.
I read in the novel that the separate interrogations were intended to prevent them from colluding.
So you see us as suspects.
It was reported that Tai had died strangely, leaving a great amount of blood on the ground, and that no body could be found.
A man does not go in for long, which is very good for his men. He’s an IT guy, he’s got a poor mouth, and he always smells like a knob.
I guess the police couldn’t ask him either.
He came out soon, and then his daughter-in-law.
In accordance with the principle of complementarity between husband and wife, his wife-in-law is a woman of speech.
And the time passed, and his wife was still in it. I’d really like to be in debt, but I feel like I’m out of line with this serious occasion, so I’m just trying to keep my head in my lap.
At this point, the teacher gave me a cup of coffee, a quick solution, nothing special.
But at this point, it’s better than nothing.
He didn’t give it to me alone. He just made coffee for everyone. Good-looking Sod, but ugly widows followed him.
Personally, I’m not interested in gossip, and if the old lady was here at this time, I’d be sure to say that they were having an affair.
After I bit the back of my teeth so hard that I hit the third one in secret, his wife finally came out dry.
Then there was the widow, who seemed a little upset.
The best-looking pair of eyebrows on the whole face wrinkled together, and the hands of the two so-whites were hanged together with blood.
“It’s all right, just be honest. I’m sorry.
It’s like she just found the main heart, noded her head, pushed the door open.
The teacher is always like this, and he is like a leader to us. It’s like he’s got a big deal coming down.
If he was not a widow, I would have hoped he would have found a companion for life.
I’m not very impressed with widows. If it hadn’t been for these old ladies to be so pitiful, I’d have hated her, and her ranking should have been at the bottom of my mind.
I know. She seduced my boyfriend.
When I came home that day, she looked up at her face, crying.
When she came home, she asked my boyfriend to change the light bulbs and said she gave him a piece of sea salt cake to give her a gift.
My boyfriend refused, so he said, “I’ll call your girlfriend’s house and call an electrician. This is how he escaped.
But after that day she turned around to hook up with her teacher.
I haven’t looked at her much.
She came back pale after a while.
It’s the teacher’s turn.
As I said before, the teacher is our leader.
He’s mature and well organized. If one of us can help the police find some key to solving the case, it must be him.
It’s not too long. The teacher is back. He looks amazing.
My turn now.
It’s not the first time I’ve been involved in a “interrogation” like this, and it’s the boyfriend sitting across the table, so I’m not nervous.
Empty room, one table and two chairs.
I’ve been to the interrogation room before.
I sat across from my boyfriend.
My boyfriend, Zhao Ying-seung, was the police officer in that case. I was lucky to have met such a perfect boyfriend after what happened.
He asked me to move out with him a few days earlier and I refused.
It was not expected that this would happen later.
“What’s your name? Zhao Zhao Zheng Zheng Qi asks :
When I saw the camera recording the interrogation, of course I wouldn’t ask him, “Don’t you even know the girlfriend’s name? He said, “Wei Ting, we’re not going to do this.” I’m sorry.
He then asked for basic information about his age, place of origin, place of work and so on before he began to take up the subject.
“Did you hear anything between 12:00 and 2:00 a.m. last night? I’m sorry.
I was sorry to shake my head and slept too well and didn’t hear anything.
“Who do you think has the motive to kill a 104-year-old?” He finally went through a series of interrogation techniques, and he went around the issue.
I looked down and said frankly, “It’s probably all of us.” I’m sorry.
Two.
It doesn’t mean anything else, that there are more or less motivations, and so do I.
With regard to the old lady, I believe that, in combination with all our statements, her image is well established.
While the old lady was alive, my relationship with her was mostly confined to hearing her voice and not seeing her.
I don’t know if she’s too angry or if our fucking apartment is too soundproof.
I could hear her swearing and roaring in a hysteria on the first floor, even in the sound of her breathing.
What’s more painful is the ability of her set of precision to crush others in pain.
I’m the only witness in the 4th floor case, and she’s afraid to speak out about it, but she’s always whispering that I’ve been framed by the pervert 403 to help Zhao and Zhao.
Now think about it, no wonder I fell asleep last night, which is heaven for a patient who is suffering from a nervous breakdown every night.
Her death was so clean.
I’m grateful to the man who did it last night.
Of course, I can’t tell Zhao Ying-seung. After all, I need to keep my image in front of him.
Don’t let him see the cold-blooded side of my heart, even if I am.
It’s a shame to think that I slept too much last night to give him any useful clues to find the killer.
I just don’t know what the teacher said. The widow lives upstairs in the old lady’s room. Maybe she heard something.
I have reason to believe she’ll tell the teacher everything she heard.
I don’t know. Zhao Zhao Zhao Zhengqing will never reveal to me the progress of the case when he starts working.
After the investigation was completed, we were returned to the apartment.
The blood at the door has been washed. It smells like disinfectant water, smells like a hospital, makes people feel bad.
The couple was clearly dissatisfied with several complaints. It’s probably the fear that a sudden murder could affect the sale of his house. The husband and wife entered the house with scolding, of course almost the woman’s voice.
I went upstairs after saying good-bye to my teacher, and I did not take two steps to see the widow in her house.
She finally came to the room without fear of the gossip.
I went back to my room tired because of the death of someone who was acting weird. I’m upset that I can sleep well, but I can’t sleep.
However, just as the clock was ringing at 12 o’clock, I was awakened by a familiar spell.
That moment of fear was like a vine, entangled in my spine. As soon as my neck cooled, the goose bumps crawled over my arms.
Pulling the covers, covering my face, I tried to comfort myself, but it was just a nightmare.
And yet the curse was raving through my ears, and I smelled the wet smell of her mouth all year round.
I kept telling myself that the nightmare of opening your eyes was over. But my eyes don’t listen. The more I want it to open, the more it closes.
I don’t know how long it’s been since the old lady’s swearing volume finally dropped, like someone pulled it away.
Gradually, my breath overwhelms the curse of the old man, as if it were a blower.
I’m still afraid to drill out the covers. The wet breath spits on the covers, then bounces back into my face, ejecting a hot and hot water vapour.
I’ll take a deep breath and try to turn it down.
I’d like to hear if the old lady is really gone.
Ears continue to explore the outside of the covers, with quietness, nothing.
I’m tired and passed out.
Just fell asleep and there was a scream outside.
Just as I struggled to get up and see what happened, the doorbell suddenly rings.
Scaring a vibe, I put it out of my pillow.
The people outside the door had a lot of meaning. They just pressed it and stopped. I cried out, “Come.” * And then you get up *
It was too late for me to wash my eyes, put on my glasses, put on my hoodie and put on your hair, and open the door.
It’s true that the person who stands out of the apartment with the most meaning — the teacher, Ki-joon’s face — is a bit pale at the moment.
I realized it was happening again.
Along with the sound of the sirens, I washed my face and went downstairs.
The gate at 204 is a thick blood trail, and I grabbed the fence and put it on the side.
Zhao is standing at the stairwell on the first floor and looking at me is complicated.
I guess he’s also regretting why he didn’t ask hard to take me away.
As yesterday, 103 couples went in, then the teacher and finally me.
People who were sitting with us yesterday to help us with the coffee are not here today, and everyone is feeling a little heavy.
Not even 103 of that woman’s past.
The interrogation process is a little more straightforward than yesterday. Zhao also asked me how I felt about widows.
I don’t have to hide. It’s not good.
The couple I remember 103 should have had nothing to do with her, and the teacher was even worse, it seemed like the only thing left was me.
I’d be too busy to take out anyone who wants him.
Zhao also asked me if I heard anything between midnight and 2:00 last night.
I guess it was about that moment, and my face was so scared that he couldn’t hide his footsteps.
Unfortunately, to disappoint him, what I heard did not help in any way to solve the case. And I couldn’t tell him that it would affect my image.
I shook my head, held back from the pressure, and said, “I had a nightmare last night, I didn’t sleep well, I was unconscious all night, I didn’t hear anything. I’m sorry.
After saying that I looked up and looked at him, I desperately wanted to read out his face.
I want to know if anyone heard the same voice last night.
Unfortunately, he just looked down at me and didn’t reveal anything.
So last night was my fault, my nightmare, or…
The indefatigable old lady really came back for his life.
3
Back at the apartment, everyone was in a heavy mood.
Not because of how popular widows are, but because we’re more or less guessing who’s next.
I wonder if you all heard the sound of last night, but it’s too sudden for them to think that I’m making a fool of myself.
I decided to talk to the teacher alone.
I didn’t think 103 of the couple seemed to have something to say to the teacher.
I was standing at the door of the room and I didn’t go in there, and my eyes were floating to the teacher.
Apparently, they wanted to tell me what they wanted to say to the teacher.
I hesitated to pretend I didn’t see it, to go upstairs, to talk to the teacher when they were done.
Just as I walked around the corner of the stairs, the woman climbed up to the second floor in a hurry.
She’s on her feet, she’s on her back, she’s afraid she’ll sound too loud.
That looks ridiculous.
I didn’t hesitate to step up in order to complete them.
But just that moment, a strange picture came out of my head.
Yesterday at this time I saw the widow in the teacher’s room.
Again, this time of the day before yesterday, I went downstairs to take out the garbage and saw Tai go to the teacher.
Is there any inevitable connection in this?
Death and the teacher?
I rubbed the goose bumps on my arm, opened the door and went back to my warm little nest.
We don’t have much food left in the house. I’ve probably seen it. If we finish the last bag tonight, we’ll have to boil our eggs tomorrow.
I wonder if Zhao is coming tomorrow. Maybe he could bring me some bubble noodles?
Of course, I said he’d come, not expect another case.
There’s enough dead people in this apartment.
It’s like eating people.
I didn’t notice the water in the pot had been open for a while until the door was ringing. I turned off the stove, and I’m glad the noodles weren’t taken off or wasted.
The teacher stood outside the door, and he said, “I think we better talk. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know what he wanted to talk about, so I was sideways trying to get him in.
“No,” he shakes his head, “I mean not just us, but go to me.” I’m sorry.
So I took the door and went downstairs with him.
I went in and saw 103 couples looking at each other. Now that we have only four of our poor owners left, they were one family and they trusted their teachers, so I became an outsider.
It’s okay, I’m used to it.
The teacher kept his manners until now and brought me a glass of water, and he sat down and said, “I’m sure you heard that last night.” I’m sorry.
I was shaking my eyebrows and my hanging heart was released.
When everyone heard it, it proved that at least that voice had no pointer.
“I can explain this by some physics and psychology, but…” The teacher seemed to be suffocating, “I don’t think that’s necessary. I’m sorry.
Indeed, the most important thing for us after all is not what happened last night, but what happened tonight.
“Do you have any thoughts? The teacher looked at us.
103 women took the floor, “Don’t look at us. We all know it can’t be us. We’re selling the house. It’s bad enough to die on the door. One more upstairs. I’m sorry.
A woman stares at me dead and dead.
I’m actually very low on the apartment, and suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable looking at it.
But that doesn’t mean I’m a good bully.
“The old lady is dead and you don’t have to move. I’ll talk about it.
Women obviously didn’t think I’d choked, and they couldn’t get to it. She’s the one who’s the one who’s the one who’s got her. “But we’re not against the widow. Why kill her? I’m sorry.
So, they admit there’s enough motive to kill the old lady?
“Maybe because she heard evidence against you that night? I ask back.
“What’s the point of this? You’re the most suspect. Who would kill a normal person? You’re different… 103 women have apparently recovered after her men helped her out for a round.
If it wasn’t for the bad atmosphere, I’d have thought about last night when I was almost scared to wet my bed.
I’m not really different. I just saw a case four years ago that nobody else dared to mention.
They dare not mention it, nor do I recall it.
We deliberately forgot the horrors and turned it into a short sentence, stating the truth and not adding anything to my memory.
That year 404 lived with a child.
Kids like pinging.
Except when he was sleeping, he kept filming.
Our whole apartment is vulnerable.
The sound of the ball, followed by steel and concrete, went from house to house.
Then one day, 403 men killed the little boy.
I saw the whole thing, and I got really sick. I was afraid to speak or even open my eyes during that time, so there was no way to identify the killer.
I heard that the police suspected that 304 men had done it because that stupid man said he was going to teach that kid a lesson.
He moved out of the apartment despite subsequent evidence of his innocence.
And then through the treatment, I recovered and finally identified 403 as the killer.
I’ve heard that 403 men have been calling for justice since they were arrested.
But the case was closed.
It was because the man had been shouting and the old lady had said behind my back that I was helping Zhao Zhao Zhao Zheng Zheng Zheng to close the case that he had been identified as the murderer.
But after treatment, how others think about it will not affect me, nor will it change the facts.
Ahem, the teacher coughed, “We’d better talk about how to deal with it. There is no point now in making unnecessary arguments. I’m sorry.
One hundred and fifty-three women couldn’t bear to turn a white eye and apparently the words just broke at her place.
103 men had noded their heads and thought the teacher was right.
It’s time to discuss how to get through tonight.
“I suggest that we all sleep here tonight. It doesn’t matter if you don’t sleep. “It is clear that the teacher made this proposal with thought.
The couple looked at them several times and agreed to the teacher ‘ s advice.
So the three of them looked at me and waited for my response.
I can’t agree.
Like I said before, I’m an outsider in this circle.
If it was someone outside the apartment who killed him, then the first one to be sold was me.
If it was one of the three neighbours, the couple were a couple, and the teacher was a tall man, who I could not beat.
So I turned down the teacher’s offer and insisted on spending the night at home.
It is clear that this refusal brought the entire meeting to an early conclusion.
I don’t know if 103 is staying at the teacher’s house, but if so, the three of them will be safe.
No, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just lock the doors and windows.
It’s supposed to be 304 next according to the sign number, but it’s no longer there.
Let’s see if the killer wants to come to me in the ring order tonight or to start over and find a couple of 103.
Or skipping us and looking for a widow-to-door teacher?
4
Another hard night to sleep.
When I got to 12, I suddenly smelled a smell of baking from downstairs, and I wonder if it’s a little lighter than ever.
I didn’t hear the old lady’s scream again. I covered my covers and closed my eyes.
Morning, siren.
I went down to the second floor and ran into the teacher and opened the door.
We looked at each other in relative silence and went down.
Zhao is standing at the stairwell on the 1st floor, trying to comfort the woman who cried hysterically.
She was wearing a pyjamas with a blanket on her hair, and her eyes were swollen and she kept saying, “I told him not to go out.” Don’t go out! He won’t listen to me! I’m sorry.
The woman cried to the interrogation room for the entire period, and I was the only one sitting in the waiting room, sitting side by side with her teacher.
I sucked my nose and realized that the temperature on the 1st floor was so cold.
By the time it came down in the morning, the blood on the 1st floor had not been cleaned up.
My nose is too sensitive, and I can’t help but sneeze.
Three people are dead, and the atmosphere is at its extreme.
Except for the killer, who might not know, who’s next.
The woman spent a long time in the interrogation room and ended up crying out of shock before being put up by Zhao.
Back on the couch, she was crying, and she kept repeating, “I told him not to go out. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to say.
Forget it. When the teacher comes out, she’ll be more aptly comforted.
Today, however, the teacher has been asked longer than before, and it is not clear whether Zhao Zhao Zheng Qing asked many questions or what he has offered.
Finally my turn.
Didn’t think I’d just sat down and Zhao Ying asked me if I smelled anything last night.
I guess the teacher told him about the smell last night. I thought I’d admit I could smell it, but it stopped at the mouth.
I don’t want to admit I’m insomnia. Every day and night that comes to mind in a psychiatric treatment prompts me to get away from mental breakdown.
“I slept so well last night, I didn’t smell anything, I didn’t hear anything. I lied to Zhao again to defend my image.
I don’t know if it’s my own illusion, but I saw Zhao’s head down, looking at his notebook wrinkled, and then spitting.
I was waiting for him to keep asking questions, but he never spoke.
After a while, I saw that he still had no sign of speaking, so I had the courage to ask, “Can I come to you tonight?” I’m sorry.
We both know how hard it was for me to take that step.
At that moment, the look on his face was a bit complicated, as if he had finally got the answer he had long awaited, but the answer time was over.
He seemed to think about how to avoid harming a girl’s self-esteem, saying, “Sorry, you’re a suspect and I can’t break the rules. I’m sorry.
I have a little awkward nod.
It’s late. It’s time to go home.
103 women are a little restless. He asked if she would like to stay at his home, but he also extended an invitation to me.
But not only did I refuse this time, but 103 women also refused.
“There’s been an accident at home, and you two are next. I’m not coming out. She complained, and then closed the door to 103.
I looked at the teacher, and he saw the answer in my eyes, and he never asked again. We split up.
I ate an egg for dinner. This egg is my last ration.
I lay in bed waiting for 103 men to do something tonight if they come back.
I wonder if I could smell that swarm of brain on him?
Wait till I fall asleep and sleep till dawn.
There was a snowstorm outside, a storm with ice and a violent bang on my window. I took a look at the phone under the pillow, just at 7:00.
I held my breath for a while, without a sound, without a scream, without a siren, with nothing but a blizzard.
Is it over?
I lay down for a while, and there was still no movement. I didn’t crawl out of the covers until I was dazed. He made himself a red tea bag, then a little milk and a simple milk tea.
After the “comb” went down, I recovered a little.
It’s almost 9:00.
I went down a little bit, and I moved to the second floor without seeing any blood on the door.
Looks like the teacher’s fine.
And then I went down, and as I got to the corner of the 1st floor, the blood smell came up.
I knew it, 103 was another big blood trail.
Another dead man.
“Sgt. Zhao said…” The teacher’s voice suddenly sounded on my back, and I got scared and I almost fell into the blood of the first floor.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. The teacher said:
“I just called Officer Zhao, and he said they couldn’t come because of the storm. The teacher appears to have stopped here on purpose to look at my face, “And I don’t know what’s going on with you, my phone just lost it. I’m sorry.
I’m just taking out my phone, “Me too. I’m sorry.
“Do you want to stay at my house tonight? I have two rooms. The teacher is a bit hesitant.
I’m sure he really wants to invite me over, and I’m hungry, thinking that even a cup of coffee and a cookie would be fine.
But it’s just us, and I’m not the killer.
I went back to my little nest, and I was lying in bed, listening to the snow out of the window.
The snow like goose feathers is like burying this edible apartment underground.
I regret that I ate the last egg yesterday and should have stayed until tonight.
If there’s no accident, it should be tonight.
It’s finally my turn.
5
At midnight, the noise of a woman’s roar came out of the air, and I was prepared, and I was still in vain.
Scrambling in the shadows, trying to look around and see what was happening around them, he was scared and dared to drill his head out.
Sitting in the blanket and waiting awake until the next morning.
It was snowed all night, and there was a piece of silver over the window, so there was no smoke around.
I looked at the phone, there was still no signal, and worse, there was a problem with the apartment circuit.
That means I can’t reach Zhao Jin-seung even if the signal is restored.
It’s freezing. I can’t even drink a hot water. I didn’t get out of the house until midday, when the sun was hot.
The emptiness of the building, and every step, amplified my footsteps.
It’s like telling who I’m coming.
The front door was a familiar and strange bloodbath.
And behold! We heard a swift bell coming from behind me.
I’m standing there and I can’t move.
Then I heard the teacher’s voice.
His voice was faster than the doorbell: “It’s me! Open the door! He’s coming!”
It’s strange that I’ve heard him say that somewhere, but I can’t remember when he’s been acting like that.
I innately held my breath, standing in the hall like an ostrich, listening to the creepy noise coming from the door of my room upstairs.
I squeezed my fist and still couldn’t control the whole body.
I felt something coming at me, a cold neck, like something washed my tail.
It’s not like a man can scream from my vocal cord, and I turn around and run back.
I’ve never been so fast in my life.
I hid in the door so fast that I could breathe from the wall. It’s so loud that I can’t hear anything.
After some time, the condensed air finally began to flow, and my breath came to an end.
Over my side, I quietly put my ears on the doorboard and listened to the noise outside.
There was a dead silence in the corridor. Sticky under your feet, wet. That’s when I felt like I was in 203.
The teacher’s home.
Who did this? But it’s a shame that I’m not only unarmed, I didn’t even have my phone upstairs.
At this point in time, there was a whisper of a key string coming together at the door.
The voice of the key inserted into the locket was amplified indefinitely, breaking my judgment.
It’s the teacher’s home, and only the teacher has his own key.
The key was torn in the eye of the lock, as if the sound of the twilight was heard in the next second, and the lock core was turned.
Now! A voice tells me.
I slammed the door. Outside the door there was 103 of that man’s face.
103 Men!
At that moment, his agitated face was replaced by shock, and after seeing me, he changed his face to rage.
He waved a knife and was going to chop it down on me. The smell of the knobs on my clothes went straight to my head.
Zhao also came out of the bathroom behind me shortly after that time, with a picker, who took the knife and fell over his shoulder, and put him on the ground and handcuffed him in a clean manner.
I couldn’t move my head, I couldn’t stand my legs straight, so I fell off the floor.
“Get up! It’s cool in the earth!” Zhao is like my 60-year-old mother.
“The legs are soft, let me rest. I’m not greedy. I can’t stand up.
I’m just getting sick of the slimy blood in my pants.
The teacher who was supposed to be “dead” walked in from outside the hallway with a big wound on his arm.
“I just found the signal blocker. I called the police. I’m sorry.
“What the hell is going on? “I’m in the fog.
“I made a back-up and found that your apartment was officially included in the demolition. However, the couple had signed a contract of intent to sell in the previous days. Zhao is also saying, “Unless the buyers turn their backs, they will lose a large amount of compensation for the demolition.” I’m sorry.
Zhao also looked at the man and said, “They killed Tai, probably just to scare the buyer and let him give up the contract. I’m sorry.
“It was an accident! “It’s me, my daughter-in-law accidentally pushed the old lady down!” It has nothing to do with me. I’m sorry.
“What about the widow?” Zhao also looked at him and continued to analyze his crimes. I’m sorry.
This time, the man tripped, and explained, “It was my daughter-in-law who instigated it.” She said that killing one was killing, killing both was killing. I’m sorry.
Zhao Zhao Zheng Zheng ignored his rhetoric and went on to say, “For the sake of confusion, he also forged his death. That’s what made him show off. I’m sorry.
It’s me. I told Zhao that it’s cold and it smells strange. It was only then that he had the blood left behind by the men examined by the trace examiners, which identified the ingredients of the anticondensant.
In other words, men may not have reached the death threshold.
Zhao Ying-sing then came to the apartment that night with the snow to protect my safety, despite the fact that Zhao Zhao Zhao Zhao Zheng-sing had rejected his offer to move in with him in the presence of a camera.
And yet none of us, including women themselves, thought it would be her.
“The first night was a recording of the old lady, the second night was a bake at home, all to create a false impression of the dead, and to make it easier for everyone to move the body after he had committed the crime because of fear. I’m sorry.
“and even the daughter-in-law was killed in order to get a little demolition money. You’re really bad and greedy. I’m sorry.
The man looked up and looked at Zhao. But this time he can’t defend himself, and no one can let him.
We already know what’s next.
The teacher risked his life to attract a man, and Zhao took the opportunity to capture the murderer, but I didn’t realize I was going downstairs.
Good thing it ends well.
“It’s going down. Zhao also carried me back and suddenly went back to my little place to freshen up and said, “You said you were moving in. You can’t talk without saying it. I’m sorry.
I took the hot towel in his hand, covered in tired eyes, and did not answer.
Actually, I couldn’t get out of this apartment.
I lived here as a kid, grew up in 404, married, had children, divorced, alone with children.
And here I saw my baby being tricked across the door and brutally killed.
For four years, every nightmare I’ve woken up thinking that if I’m a little more patient, I’m doing my mother’s duty, and I’m teaching my baby well…
If I had been braver that day…
But nobody can change the past.
But we can at least stop worse things from happening, for example…
Zhao was successful in catching the killer.
The storm stopped, the police came and the men were about to be taken away, and I and the teacher needed to go to the police station to cooperate in the investigation.
Jo is standing by my side and holding my hand firmly.
A little bit of me, across the door of this apartment.
“Didn’t you get through all this?” Why are you so scared?” Despite his words, he held my shoulder unhesitatingly.
The snow of the horse is not past my knees, the wind outside is blowing on my nose and shaking.
Zhao is also snoring at the hair of my head in a way that is like pacifying a small animal.
Just like when he took me out of the hospital four years ago, he fell down in my ear and said, “Welcome home.”
“Don’t worry, it’s over. I’m sorry.
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Author: Wine Brewery Night
Record number: YX01DXmaj5PNorQ90
Cycle of death
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Night and night: double-killing of humanity
Sweet rabbit. Wait.
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