Hopes Hanging on the Bridge

f the world, the scum of emotion, the evidence for secre

r. Rains would clean polluted p

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rain, they would make the right decisions and get rid of the burdens on their shoulders, while others would forget everything and is

it was a nightmare for those who are homeless or living in bad houses. The day was going to be very diff

the evidence was carotid. If the evidence did not disappear, the carotid artery would be cut, life would die free

were wiped away by the rains. Maybe something that will c

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ss of today. Despite the power cut, they were lighting up everywhere. The rain,

autiful," he muttered. Everything was overlapping. He shouldn't have spoken aloud in such situations, but he knew that the house was empty. He had been observing this house for about two months. He realized that the girl had a routine. It was Friday and the girl wasn't home on Fridays. He was going to another house. It wasn't a bad house like the girl's

hair down, she expected it to be messy in her house, according to which she had calmed herself down. Her hair was always in front of her eyes, and sometimes it looked like a witch's broomsti

in his room, she thought. Because usually people kept things in their room. The house was three floors. On this floor there was a living room, a kitchen and a toilet. He didn't know what was on the other floors. When he headed for the stairs, there was a squeaky sound because the floor was wooden, and this pissed him off. He himself would never have lived in such a house, he would not have lived even if his financial situation was bad. The house already looked like a ruin, not to mention the creak of wood sounds. It was obvious why

ing the house at night. She had noticed that every night before going to bed, she turned off the light and checked the curtains.At first she was alarmed, th

found very few clothes. This was not normal. There were almost a few clothes, the drawers were empty. It's like an uninhabitable place, like an empty house. The girl wore a different outfit every day, but they weren't here. It was as if the girl had pa

ike this every time it rains, it must have smelled because the floor was wooden, and the small size of this place was also a disadvantage. It was a bit of a mess, with a few boxes, a small TV, a box, and two or three drapes lying in a mess just in front of the window. He looked at the boxes first, which contained trinkets and home decorations. They were all so beautiful, they looked like antiques. He didn't question why they were here, he expected everything from this girl. he didn't have what he was looking for here,m. Just as he was about to open the box,

t importantly, if she couldn't find it, her own life would be doomed. He hurriedly stood up and looked everywhere for the possibility of a secret compartment.

because rain was dripp

g strange about the boards. There was not even awkwardness, but clarity. A half-meter-long board seemed out of place. The rush withi

the light on the chamber, which was small enough to fit a hand, and finally saw what he had been after for t

and what it was, it wasn't something he had seen before, it was messy and meaningless. He saw that his cover was badly damaged. The writing on the back cov

e had never learned how the girl got involved or why she did such a thing. She knew two things now; The first was that he had found the book, and the second was that the girl's life had become a complete hell after that. An