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She watched him secretly for a long time before he woke up.The cold of the night must have tortured him, for he put on her heavy coat. In the second half of the night, she had made up her mind that she needed his assistance, and telling him the truth was her only hope.So she kept going over what she had to say, trying to find the gentlest way to describe her situation. When he woke up, his first act was to grab his glasses, then he sat up and looked at her, wrapping himself tightly in his sleeping bag. It's fucking cold, thank you for the heavy coat, it's great, are you going to take it back now?

You keep it, my sleeping bag is warmer than yours. The clock behind him showed ten past nine. when do you go to school He looks at her and smiles. knock!knock!Is anyone here?Today is Saturday. She laughed too, which was really cute in a teasing way.He got out of the sleeping bag again with one hand and aimed at the barbecue bag.He put the barbecue bag in his arms and opened it. Ugh, leftover ribs with meat for breakfast! Do you want my crackers?I also have some yogurt. He liked the idea, so he shuffled the barbecue bag back on the floor, and jumped in her direction, still wrapped in the sleeping bag.

Hello!Don't worry!Floors may crack. Yeah? He came over to her and sat down with a slam.She shook her head, and he grinned at her, grabbing a cracker. He must be starving.She put the little packet away as he wolfed down the seventh biscuit. Tomorrow will be a new day. We'll buy more cookies, no problem. She just looked at him, and he grimaced, obviously realizing how stupid he was. sorry!I will buy it!I will give you money if you want. Thanks!But no need. This is an opportune time, how can she best open up this topic?She made up her mind and took a deep breath. Do you pay close attention to the news?Can read newspapers?

He shrugged. Not often.Mom wants me to read a decent paper like the Daily News, but there's so much to it that it takes hours to read it, but I'll read the Express and Dad brings a copy after get off work return.Why do you ask?I mean: do you read the newspaper too? I'll watch it if I can.As long as you can find newspapers at hand, or go to the House of Culture, where there are various daily newspapers in the reading room. It was obviously news to him, but he nodded knowingly.She went on: Did you read the newspaper yesterday? He shook his head at first. Wait a moment!I read, "DN Friday" (DN Friday) supplement.

How should she handle the situation?Did she have the right to involve him?It seemed quite reasonable to do so while he was fast asleep. Patrick, have you ever been accused of doing something you didn't do? There should be!Do you have yogurt?or With a sigh, she took out the big box of yoghurt. Thanks!Can I eat it straight away? Of course you can, unless you have a plate. He grins, and she starts talking again.This beginning section is the hardest part. Me, do you understand?Being accused of doing something I didn't do, that's it. He seemed intent on eating the yoghurt. It was not easy to drink the yoghurt. It was too thick. He kept tapping the bottom of the yoghurt box.

Does the name Sybylla mean anything to you? He nodded, but seemed more concerned about the yoghurt. Patrick, you can't have a bad feeling about this, calm down!She hesitated again. I'm Sybylla, do you understand? At first, he didn't respond, and then a small amount of yogurt fell, and he froze, put down the box of yogurt, and turned to look at her with full fear in his eyes. please!Trust me, I didn't do that.I just happened to be in the Grand Hotel when that guy was killed, and I was innocent. Her words obviously didn't convince him, and his eyes wandered around the attic for a while, as if looking for a way to escape.She has to buy time, and things don't go the way she had hoped.At this time, those words came out naturally, not as orderly as she had practiced.

oh!For heaven's sake, I'm certainly not a serial killer.If I were a serial killer, you wouldn't be sitting here and I'd have all night to chop you into little pieces. That's not a good way to state it, and in fact, it's extremely damaging.Suddenly, he made a move to escape, but the sleeping bag wrapped him up. He can't go, he can't go yet. She threw herself on him, caught his arms with her knees, and told him to settle down on the mat.He was short of breath, sounded like a sob, and his tears were on the verge of falling. oh!God!do not do that! please!don't hurt me!

She closes her eyes, what is she doing? You need to know I won't hurt you, listen to me, every cop in the country is after me, and I'm hiding in this cold attic.They concluded that I was a murderer, I had no chance to defend myself, as I said yesterday, people like me have no rights.oh!Patrick!You have to trust me, I told you all my secrets yesterday, because I trust you, I think you will at least trust me. At this point, Patrick's sobs subsided. I'm telling you this because I need your help and I can't even set foot in a store. She sighed as he stared at her with startled eyes wide open.

All right!sorry!Please forgive me. Just imagine!Anyone who saw them both would have thought she was straddling a defenseless fifteen-year-old boy.She stood up and let him go. let's go now! He stayed where he was, watching her motionless, as if he didn't even dare to breathe. let's go! He moved, responding to her loud voice.Then he climbed out of the sleeping bag and started walking slowly towards the door, his back tensed as if afraid she would jump on him from behind. I need my coat. He stopped immediately, let the heavy coat slide to the floor, and walked on.When he came to the door, opened it suddenly, and rushed out, she could hear him running in the corridor outside.

She slumped on the mat suddenly, knowing that it was impossible to stay in the attic at this time, she had to leave, leave immediately.She packed Patrick's things neatly and started packing her own.After a few minutes, everything was packed.Standing in front of the door, she turned her head and looked at the clock for the last time.goodbye!Bye-Bye! She went out into the corridor, down the stairs, and stopped for a moment on the ground floor.The mere thought of opening the door and stepping out into the world made her sick, an ever-present fear that would eventually destroy her.She chose to take a detour, walked across the campus, and walked to the back door.The thought of that street frightened her.

The door slammed shut behind her, forever separating her from that hiding place.She was walking across the campus toward Vitaberg Park, not knowing what to do next, when she heard someone calling her behind her.The sound made her panic, and she stopped and looked around, trying to find a place to hide. Syrah!Wait a moment! Then she saw him running around the corner and waited for him to catch up.He didn't speak at first, so she was going to walk away. Sorry, I didn't believe you at first, but I was fucking scared to death. He was a little out of breath.She turned to look at him and found a new look in his eyes, a seriousness she hadn't seen before.Then he kept his eyes on the ground, as if embarrassed to admit his fear. Don't worry! no!Because I know you're telling the truth, Sira! She continued to walk forward, not daring to think about asking him any more. He hurried to catch up with her. Syrah!do not do that!do you knowI saw the news in the window at the co-op. She paused, and he was clearly struggling to pick the right words.The content is: You murdered another person last night.