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Waking up the next morning, her body told itself: Not all was well, she felt trapped in that cabin.The kerosene heater was off and the air was bitter.Her throat isn't as bad as it used to be, thank God.The night before, it felt like a nasty throat infection, the kind you might have to take penicillin for.Convincing a doctor to see an unregistered patient was already weird, but now, it was even worse, because she might be wanted by the police. She was hungry, so she ate the last piece of bread.There is no drink, because she drank the bottle of Coke at dinner last night.She ate the tomatoes and apples, too, and started packing and organizing her things.

She put the iron candlestick and fruit bowl back where they were, stacked the cushions, and looked around one last time to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything that needed to be packed.Throwing the rucksack back over her shoulder and holding the doorknob with one hand, she suddenly hesitated.She hadn't felt fear for a long time. The rucksack slid from her shoulders, and she closed the door again. Bloody hell, still cold. She sat wearily on a chair in the kitchen, her head buried in her hands.Usually, crying is not something she does because she knows too well that there is no point in doing it.As long as no one interrupts her to do her own thing, she never wants to cry.Only one element of sadness might still emerge, but it was buried deep in her heart, so deep that she hardly felt the pain.

Her rational thoughts were almost always focused on her food for the day and figuring out where to sleep that night beforehand, and everything else was secondary. She also has her own savings. She put her hands on her breast, where there was a safe purse containing the sacred twenty-nine thousand, three hundred and eighty-five crowns, hung on a string around her neck, hidden under her dress. Before long, she will save enough money.With this money, she will eventually achieve what she has been working so hard to achieve.She was determined, one day, to live a different life, and for the past five years she had sincerely believed in it, and the thought of it cheered her up.She wanted a change, she didn't want to keep running around, she wanted a country house where people could live.That was her home, where she could live her life in peace and on her own terms.Maybe she'll grow vegetables, maybe keep a few hens and draw water from her own well.She does not desire comfort and comfort, as long as she has four walls of her own.

Peace and quiet. She researched and found that if she was going to live in the middle of nowhere in the countryside with no electricity or running water, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, about 40,000 crowns would be enough, and that was what she wanted.The kind of place she wanted might be cheaper in the far north, but the thought of the long, bitter winters there terrified her.She would rather try a little longer. During the last five years, she saved as much as possible of the relief money her mother sent her every month.No matter how cold or hungry, just treat the money in your safe wallet as non-existent.

Just a few more years and she'll have enough She placed the banknotes on the table in front of her, arranging them in a pattern of stars.She always went to the bank to exchange the old bills she got for clean new ones. These new notes were never touched by her mother. After a while, looking at her own money made her feel better again, which usually cheered her up.To get her fighting spirit back, the next stage is to find a real estate agent and find out what's going on with home prices. She put the money away, put it safely back in her purse, pushed the chair back firmly into its place next to the table, and locked the door behind her.Now, she walked more briskly.

She traveled a long way and came to Ringen.She glanced at the press release on the newsstand, and the peace in her heart disappeared instantly.Now, her problem is no longer living an extra day. Now she is a fugitive. Woman charged with butcher-style murder That's the title.There is a photo of a woman, and the caption below it reads: Xi Bila.Folsenstrom, thirty-two years old. Dear Sibylla, don't look so sullen, and at least try to smile. She tried so hard to be as submissive as she had been, and it sucked.No matter what she looked like a few seconds ago, the worst is probably now.Even her mother might think so, since she's been hiding the photo until now.The bangs are curly hair, parted in the middle, combed evenly to the sides, and then the ends of the curly hair are stuck to the temples, and the eyes show obvious fear.

At this moment, she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.Nineteen crowns remained.The paper costs eight crowns. □□□ Last night at the Grand Hotel Jorgen.There has been a breakthrough in the investigation into the ritual massacre in Grant's (51-year-old) room.The police are looking for the female suspect Xi Bila.Fossenstrom, now 32, and formal charges have been filed for the woman's failure to appear.Witnesses said the woman was with the 51-year-old dead on Thursday night, according to a report obtained by The Express yesterday.The receptionist on the night shift had told police that Mr. Grant himself had booked a room for the woman, who had given a false name that turned out to be false.The woman in police custody managed to cross the police cordon Friday morning, leaving behind several items, including a wig said to have been worn the night before.Police also found a briefcase, which some sources suggest may have contained a murder weapon.Police are not planning to release any details about the murder weapon.Fingerprints on the briefcase identified the woman as Sybila.Fersonstrom.The same fingerprints were found on the victim's room key and in the hotel room where the woman stayed, as well as on a glass in the woman's room.

Police are not aware of the woman's whereabouts at this time.In 1985, the woman escaped from a psychiatric hospital in southern Sweden, where she was an inpatient receiving psychological treatment.Since then, she has never contacted any national or local authorities.During these fourteen years, no one seemed to know anything about her life.The reason why the police have the woman's fingerprint record is because of a file kept in a car theft and illegal driving incident in 1984.Sybila.Folsenstrom grew up in a wealthy family in a small industrial town in East Smarland. The woman has not had a fixed address since 1985, so police are asking the public for any relevant information.However, police also warned that the woman may be insane and violent.Criminal psychologists are now examining a diary found in the woman's briefcase, and they say several entries show the woman's inconsistent personality.The police noted with concern that the photo was taken sixteen years ago.The waiter who served the woman and the victim at Yusi night said the woman was polite and well-dressed.The waiter is currently assisting police composite painters in drawing the latest image of the woman.If the public has information about the woman, they should provide it to the police. They can report the case to the nearby police station, or call 08︱4010040.

□□□ She could feel a nauseous taste in her mouth, a taste that came from deep in her stomach, where some part of her body had received what her head was still refusing to analyze. They're going to take hold of her, again. She felt that she was about to suffocate, because a sense of familiarity and terror from the past occupied her whole body, and a hostility was coming out from the hiding place where she had been waiting and observing. At this moment, her whole body was already in such a state, even though she tried Even with all his strength, he still couldn't get rid of that feeling.

Anyone who likes to read about her in the newspapers can do so carefully.Back then, what were those people talking about?Stupid Sibylla, who said that girl was weird, thought that girl would get worse and worse. She clenched her fists in her pockets. Is it her fault for not adapting to society?She was never a part of society, but she tried to be like everyone else.What more could they ask for?She's a lucky survivor, a survivor despite everything. Now they're tearing her apart, seeing her powers as insanity, her unconditional existence as the misfortune of being alone, and they're ready to crush her plans to build her own life.

She doesn't want them to succeed, absolutely not, especially now.