Using the magical power of making the wind carry away the traces of my husband's body odour left through the window, this scent will surely invite enemies to come to this place quickly. Now everything will be fine, and no one will ever know that Mr Ethan has just arrived here.
Suddenly a group of people came through the room door until it collapsed, startling me and I stood up. The knife in my hand fell on the table.
"What is it? Who are you?" I asked.
A man boldly replied, "Where is he? Where did you hide it?"
"Who? What do you mean? I'm not hiding from anyone! "
"Huh, don't be stupid! The tracking dog smells the scent of the man's body here, "he said as he approached me. He sawdust on the floor and could guess the dust came from the burned paper and saw that the girl's hand had been injured from peeling the fruit.
"It's up to you, please check this room. I don't know at all what you mean!" I said with an annoyed face.
