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The Ender has disappear into thin air, but guess what, she has another story yet to tell.
As the wind outside the apartment blew all the leaves of the trees there, her voice can be heard, narrating this story:
In a winter morning, I kicked off the snows that fell on the ground. Wearing my detective uniform, I put my hands inside my big pocket.
I am going to a house that time, where I will investigate a massacred family. As I finally stopped, I was now in the location. It was a small wooden house, alone at a wide snowy mountains.
I entered the house and saw a man inside it. The man wore the same uniform as mine. I felt a little shy. "Uhm, Sir. Sorry I'm late." I rapidly spoke.
I suddenly felt a sudden change of the atmosphere. The man inside it sat on a chair facing the table's va
