It happened in the afternoon. The police didn't leave until the afternoon, and Zhu Tong was taken away.
I felt more and more uneasy. There was no sunshine outside the window, and dark clouds covered the sky. After a thunder, there was a heavy rain.
The weather made me feel even gloomier. I curled up on the sofa like a fool with a spoon in my hand. I felt an inexplicable uneasiness in my heart, and I kept repeating the scene of the landlord slamming his head against the door.
Blood was dripping out, and her eyes were fierce. It was so horrible and made people scared.
The landlord's death wasn't a simple matter, but why did it happen to me? I've never been afraid of anything like this ever since I joined the company, because it all happened to someone else. It had nothing to do with me.
