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not me! She called from a phone booth at Stockholm Central Station, and there was no answer, so she spoke again: It wasn't me who killed him. Who to kill? Jorgen.Grant! There was a slight pause on the phone. May I ask who is speaking on the phone? She surveyed the huge station hall. It was Saturday, and people were coming and going in the hall, ready to meet or break up.I'm Sybylla, the one you're looking for, but I'm not the murderer. A man with a briefcase was standing just a few meters away. He looked first at his watch to check the time, then at her.He was obviously in a hurry and wanted her to finish the call quickly, and he probably also realized that this was the only coin-operated telephone in the vicinity.She turned away, her back to the man.

where are you That's not important, what's important is: I want you to know that I wasn't the murderer She fell silent suddenly, and looked outside again.The man was still standing there, staring at her fiercely.She turned her head away again and lowered her voice: I wasn't the murderer, that's all I have to say. Wait a moment! She was about to put down the microphone in her hand, but stopped.She could feel the woman on the other end of the phone trying to formulate what she was going to say. How do I know I'm really talking to Sybylla? Is this what you're talking about?

Can you give me your ID number? Sybylla almost laughed.Oh my god!What is this doing? My social security number? Many people called today, claiming to be Sibylla.How do we know you are the real Sybylla? Listen, I'm Sibylla.Folsenstrom, I've forgotten my ID number, and it's been a long time since I had a reason to use my ID number.I'm just going to say: Mind your own business please and leave me alone. She had forgotten the man who was waiting to call, but when she turned her head, the man turned his head away and pretended not to be looking at her. where are you Sibylla snorted and stared at the microphone.

None of your business, miss.She finished the call and took the phone out to the man who was waiting to call.The man hung up the microphone with an anxious expression on his face. bring it on!now you! The man made a defensive gesture. No, no, it's okay! Do not want?A few minutes ago, weren't you still in a hurry to make a phone call? The man's rolled evening paper protruded from the pocket of his coat. It was the Express.She saw one of her own eyes beneath that hideous fringe. up to you.She swung the microphone back. The man smiled nervously before turning away. She must flee now, preferably with anger rather than fear.Most importantly: don't take any chances.From now on, she can't be sure who knows her name and why.God!There are so many names in the world, why did they choose Sibylla?

It must be easy to find out where Mrs. Glennburgh lived.The newspapers reported so much about Jorgen.Glennburg's information is so much that she can replace Jorgen.Grant wrote his autobiography. It doesn't take long to get to Eskilstuna by train.At first she hid in the toilet of the train. After the train conductor checked the first round of tickets and unlocked the toilet door from the outside, she walked out of the toilet and found a seat to sit down.No one showed any surprise at her sudden appearance in the carriage.She discovered that the accessory on the curler was perfect for opening locked toilet doors on trains, and has been entertaining herself with such quirky excursions ever since.She was caught only once, in Hallsberg, which was not a bad place anyway.

It's strange, I don't know why, but she feels happier now.Maybe it was her determination to take control of what was happening to her, maybe spending the last kroner on a hamburger made her feel better. Glenburgh's great house is surrounded by chest-high walls of the same glazed white brick as the building's exterior, mock Victorian lights illuminating the driveway to the front door, mahogany The front door contrasted with the black window frames, and squatting on the roof was the largest satellite dish she had ever seen. The whole place has a strong sense of rich but poor taste.

She lingered on the sidewalk for a while, hesitating.Then she wandered around the block, both to avoid drawing attention and to help her make up her mind.She'd better start making excuses right away, explaining why she was visiting Mrs. Glennburgh. It wasn't hard for her to make up her mind, especially at the far end of the block, but her legs struggled a lot as she moved down the driveway.She looked at the big house, and the courage in her heart was shaken again.The dark windows, with their black frames and black shutters, seemed to watch her like so many hostile eyes. Someone opened the door and called out to her:

Are you a newspaper reporter? no.Sibylla swallowed hard, closed the gate behind her, and walked along the last section of the driveway, not looking at the woman at the door.On her way to the steps of the main entrance, she passed a water feature with a classical marble statue of a woman in it, which should spray water when the weather is good.At this moment, Xibila was expressionless. Sibylla stopped at the bottom of the steps and swallowed again before looking up at the woman who was waiting for her there. is that so?The woman seemed impatient. Sorry to bother you, but I want to see Reina.Lena Grundberg.

The woman moved a bit. She was in her forties and was very good-looking. I am Rena.Granburg. Sybylla was uneasy; she didn't know what to expect or who she expected to meet.She was going to pretend to be the on-call clergyman, or the instructor of some bereavement support group, the kind of thing the papers talk about a lot, the kind of person who shows up uninvited, hoping to comfort a grieving widow or mother or just Anyone is fine.The trouble was that at a glance the woman looked as cold and composed as the marble woman in the pool. What's up?Her voice sounded annoyed, impatient, like someone interrupting an interesting movie.

Sensing the woman's personality, Sibylla immediately decides to change tactics.Submissive seems to be with Reina.The best way to deal with Glennburgh. My name is Bailey.Berit Svensson, I know it's a terrible time to be at the house, but I've come to ask for your help.She blinked shyly, then raised her head and saw Reina.Grant frowned. Of course, I've read the papers, and I live near here.do you knowI lost my husband too, about six months ago, and I still feel like I need to talk to someone who knows what it feels like. Reina with a face full of disapproval.Glennburg seems to be weighing the pros and cons.Sybylla decides to apply pressure.

You must be a very strong person.I would be very grateful if I could come and talk to you for a while. There is a strong sincerity in this last sentence, and it is this nuance that makes the flattery powerful.Raina.Grant took a step back from the door and pointed to the hallway behind him. Come in, we can talk in the living room. Sibylla took a long step forward and entered the room.She bent over to take off her shoes, knowing that the big rug was worth a fortune.Next to her stood an extremely intricately decorated umbrella stand made of dark green metal. The passage between the door and the living room has been remodeled with wide arches.Raina.Glennburgh walked ahead of Sibylla who had been looking around.Sybila regretted wearing makeup on the train, so she wiped off her lipstick with her hand, and her intuition told her, Raina.Glennburgh felt that the purer her make-up, the better the situation was in her favor. Sibylla often encountered such women. The parlor was so vulgar that she looked about desperately for something to admire.She noticed something less objectionable. What a lovely wood burning stove! Thank you!please sit down.Raina.Grantborough spoke as he sat in an armchair covered in crimson leather. Sybylla settled into the huge leather sofa.She looked in amazement at the glass-covered table in front of the sofa. The base of the table was a marble sculpture of a nude woman lying face up, raising her hands and knees to support the large piece of glass. Jorgen imported marble, Reina.Glennburgh explained, then added: There are other things. Jorgen is clearly a thing of the past, like imported marble.Raina.Grant seemed to understand what she was thinking. I thought you'd better know from the start that I'm not particularly happy in my marriage and we're getting ready to file for divorce. Sybylla thought about this carefully. terribly sorry. I brought it up on my own initiative. oh!I know. The living room suddenly fell silent, and Sibila felt a little dazed. What did she expect to get here?At this moment, she couldn't even remember. How long have you been a widow? The question was asked suddenly, which startled her. She looked at the watch in her hand meaninglessly, and stopped again.She had to say something. Six months and four days. How did he die? Cancer, goes fast. Raina.Granburg nodded. Were you happy before? Sybylla looked down at her nails, thank God she hadn't painted them.She spoke very calmly: yes!very happy.There was another silence. do you knowThings are very strange.Raina."Less than a year ago, Jorgen was on the verge of death from severe kidney disease," Grant said.He stayed in the hospital for several months, and finally the hospital decided that he could live a normal life again, and as long as he took his medicine on time, everything would be fine.Overall, he's good. She shook her head. Then he goes out and lets himself be murdered.After all that trouble, it sounds ironic to say that, but frankly, that's who he is. Sybylla found it difficult to hide her surprise. How do you say that? Raina.Grant raised an eyebrow. He's such a lecherous douchebag, frankly, for bringing a strange woman into a room like that, and she's pretty ugly.One glance at the photo shows that the woman must have taken the risk. Keep calm now. You sound mean.Sibylla tried to keep her tone neutral. not necessarily.The situation is nothing more than this: I don't think there's any way he can find a better-looking woman.I might be happier if he finds a better looking woman Her voice suddenly fell silent.She was sobbing, covering her face with her hands.What does that mean?At least one of the Marble Sisters in this family has feelings if you push her boundaries. Thinking of Reina.Glennburgh wailed suddenly, and she almost regretted not allowing Jorgen to share the bed with her.In purely human compassion, she should have let Jorgen sleep with her. Do you want him to find a woman who can compete with you?Sibylla tried her best to control her voice, not to let the anger rush out of her heart. Raina.Sensing the change in Sibylla's tone, Glennburg tried to regain his composure.With her mouth still slightly open, she wiped away her tears carefully so as not to ruin the mascara on her eyes. Yes, that's the point.Then things will turn around. Sibila looked at the woman opposite and thought to herself that she had never known such a woman before. Why did things take a turn for the better?She was really curious and wanted to know why.After all, you are the one who is filing for divorce. At this time, the dominant power of the conversation returned to Reina.Glennburgh, she leaned calmly in the vulgar armchair behind her. Of course I know it sounds selfish, but it's humiliating for a woman to be replaced by a nobody, an ugly hotel hooker.That seemed tacky. Oh, is that so?Come on, what about this living room?Everything in my rucksack looks so much better, so don't sit there blah blah blah blah blah!Sibylla swallowed twice. You have no way of being sure that woman is a whore, can you? Raina.Grant snorted, and at the same time stooped to pick up an evening paper from the floor and showed it to Sibylla.She glanced quickly at the mugshot of herself.Of course, only the nose remained the same. How can the police be so sure that this woman is the murderer? Raina.Grant put the evening paper in his hand on the floor. Police went to the reception staff and asked which room the woman was staying in.In the morning, despite the police cordoning off the scene, she was still missing.This seems pretty well-documented to me.The woman's fingerprints were everywhere, as was Jorgen's house key. What if it wasn't her?Did you know he has She paused at the last moment, feigning a cough.She was going to say: Any enemies in Lithuania or Latvia? She continued to cough, covering up her mistake.Raina.Glennburgh offered a glass of water, and Sybylla drank it gratefully. Thank you!She said: I'm sorry, you know what?I am short of breath. Raina.Grant nodded and sat down again. have what?she asked. What are you talking about? You ask me if I know what he has? Enemies, I guess or something. Raina.Grantborough watched her.Maybe it's time to leave.She was about to stand up when the woman across from her suddenly said something in a contemptuous tone.Sibylla! Sybylla was startled, as if she had been slapped.Their eyes met.She held herself, very calm. It is really a strange name, normal people would not be called Xi Bila. Sibylla tried to breathe calmly, it was a frightening moment. You're right, it's really weird.Her words sounded like she was trying to please.But that woman probably didn't pick up the name herself. isn't it? Raina.Glennburgh was not easy to get along with, and Sibylla really wanted to leave.However, she had worked so hard to get here, and it would be foolish to leave without trying to find more clues. how did he die Reina coughed. She slit his throat first, then disemboweled him, taking out all his organs and laying them on the floor. She should be describing a new cooking method! Sibylla felt out of breath when a wave of nausea hit her and she stood up. I have to go. The widowed Mrs. Glennburgh was still in her armchair. I guess I didn't quite meet your expectations? For once, she could answer truthfully. Nah!Actually not! Raina.Grant nodded and lowered his eyes. We approach things completely differently. Sybylla nodded too. Of course thank you for letting me speak to you. Sibylla put on her shoes in the hall, and Raina.Grant still sat in his original position and didn't say anything more.Sybylla left the house quietly.