Chapter 22 twenty two

A slow, breezy shower usually sure cheers her up, but it didn't work this time.If there was one thing that made her feel more miserable as she dried herself off from the shower, it was this: Hope seemed to have flowed down the drain with the water. She picked up her wet towel and washed knickers and went to the laundry room on the other side of the aisle.The key worked its magic and she started the tumble dryer. Back in the shower, she locked herself again and continued with her new hairstyle.She first cut off her shoulder-length hair, which fell to the ground in large handfuls.The hair in the back is difficult to cut, and the shorter it is, the less chance you have of flirting and earning a free night in a hotel in the future.Still, she chose this course practically.

Following instructions carefully, she dyed the remaining locks black and ended up looking like an aging punk rocker.Now even that fucking Yuno.Yelm didn't recognize her either. She tidied it up meticulously, honoring the agreement she had made with the proposers (who also lived in this remote and austere neighborhood).As long as there is the slightest sign of outsiders coming and going, ordinary residents may hide their keys in a new place. Once everything was tidied up, she sat on the toilet seat in the toilet, waiting for her things to dry.The newspaper was just inside the door.She hadn't found the courage to read the newspaper yet, but she knew she couldn't delay any longer.She took a deep breath and grabbed the newspaper.

Pages six, seven, and eight, with a fold-out in between. □□□ Thirty-two-year-old Xi Bila.Fossenstrom, originally charged with the murder of 51-year-old Jorgen F.Grantborough, yesterday, she committed another brutal murder.A 63-year-old man was found murdered at his summer home just north of Westwick at around 3pm on Sunday afternoon. The woman appeared to attack the deceased while the man was asleep and temporarily alone at the villa.The murder method used by the suspect is exactly the same as the Grand Hotel murder, but the police are refusing to comment further on the man's death method.Police did mention, however, that the cause of death for both was forced execution.Both victims were roughly mutilated with internal organs removed.Police did not provide further details at this time.The woman is said to be suspected of indecent assault and murder.The police statement stressed that there was no identifiable motive and that the suspects appeared to be picking victims at random.

□□□ Sibylla couldn't bear to see more of these reports, so she turned to the next page, and the first thing she saw was a sketch of a face very similar to her own.The waiter in the restaurant of the Grand Hotel must be very good at remembering people's faces, or Yelm who once saw her let down her hair, and now Yelm will never see her shoulder-length hair again. oh!God!How the hell did she get caught up in this shit.What did she do to get such retribution? □□□ At present, the police haven't got any definite clues. They don't know the 32-year-old Xi Bila.Where is Försenstrom, and the police are seeking the assistance of the Stockholm underworld.Various sources claim to have seen the woman, for example, at Central Station and a farmhouse area on the South Island (Sodemalm).Police have issued a nationwide search warrant following the Westwick murder.According to an unconfirmed report, the woman left a religious message near the murder scene and confessed to the crime.So far, no motive has been found for either crime.

□□□ She stood up hastily, spitting into the sink. Now, the entire Swedish police force is on the hunt for her, because everyone believes she is a demented ritual killer.What the hell does a bottle of fucking hair dye do?Her body was still convulsing, but after clearing her stomach of bananas, there was nothing left to vomit.She drank some water, trying to calm down. There is a knock on the door. Hi!will you come out soon She glanced at her own face in the mirror. The black hair stood up in clumps, and her face was pale, and she felt like a bloodless drug addict.I'm in the shower. She closed her eyes and begged God, whoever was out there, to go away.Of course, God had no particular reason to listen to her this time either.

Please hurry up, there's someone in the other shower. OK It was silent. She opened her makeup bag, applied blush and lipstick to her cheeks.It didn't improve much, but at least it showed that she was trying her best.Then she wipes off the half-digested bananas with toilet paper and clears the sink. Leaning against the door, she heard nothing but the noise of the tumble dryer.She had no choice but to persevere.If she tiptoed out, looking embarrassed, it would only look suspicious.She walked out with brisk steps. The man is sitting outside on the floor reading a book. so fast!I didn't mean to bother you.

She came out and the man stood up, and then he saw Sybylla's rucksack and looked confused. Sibylla pointed to the rucksack and smiled.It's for laundry. He nodded. She tried to open the laundry room door, but her hand was shaking badly. There was a foot-long plate on the back of the key, and she had almost no way of inserting such a key into the keyhole.Finally, the door snapped open. Did you just move in? She walked over to the tumble dryer, avoiding the man's eyes. Yes, that's right. Cool!Hope you like it here. She thought to herself, if you don't take your bath, I'll kick you until you call your mother.

She took out her briefs and towel, quickly stuffed the still-drenched clothes into the rucksack, and watched the man walk into the shower out of the corner of her eye.Just as Sybila was about to leave the laundry room, the man came out of the shower, holding the newspaper in his left hand.She suddenly froze and stopped, as if her feet were glued to the concrete floor. There was another moment of confusion on the man's face, then he came out with the newspaper and walked towards her. Don't look worried, you just forgot your newspaper!