This was not what the janitor expected. The constables came. The media came. But the murderer who killed his daughter did not come.
The people watching him looked at him with disgust. They pointed at him and whispered.
"Hey, we will give you any amount of money. Just let the hostage go. We can talk."
A constable spoke through a microphone. He looked at his watch. It was almost time for his shift to end.
"I don’t want money! I just want those devils to be punished!" The janitor shouted.
His dagger moved closer to the female teacher’s neck.
On the rooftop, a sniper waited for the captain’s order. If the order came, he would shoot the janitor in the head.
Both sides did not move.
Then, something happened. The janitor started sweating. His dagger slipped and fell to the ground.
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