The old woman next door poured her face wash water into my small yard again.
But today I didn't rush out and yell as usual.
She was very strange, as if she was looking forward to my curse, and she stretched her ugly neck and looked into my small yard several times.
I suppressed the nausea in my throat and stared at the notebook in my hand, writing quickly.
Everyone must pay for their mistakes.
Of course, that includes me.
Purpose: Unsolved criminal cases