Right Here Waiting

The night on the island was very quiet. The cold wind blew a little bit of the salty smell of the sea. The light cast by the few sparse electric poles on the road made people's back look longer.

With blood stained body props on his back, Hugh strolled on the winding road of the island, as if he was an ordinary person who took a walk after dinner. He didn't feel that he was carrying a corpse on his back. Even if Cassandra and the others saw him, he could still explain that he hadn't acted yet and didn't take the props as a real corpse.

He walked through the path and came to a dense forest behind the mountain. He found the hidden iron shovels and dug a hole i

at upright on the sofa and said, "I'm a teacher, because I taught new courses yesterday, and students have a lot of homework, so I had been preparing for the class after dinner. At about 10 o'clock, I began to grade the homework. I didn't go to bed until 2 o'clock in the morning. "

He described himself as a model teacher who was hardworking, as if those bloody things had nothing to do with him.

With his legs crossed, Arthur pressed his temples with his slender fingers. He indeed had a stomachache after what had happened in the early morning, and his temples were still twitching.

"Lenny, tell us about the victim... Don't miss any details, understand?"