Is this what makes the ghost sink into the abyss?
Anna savored it carefully. Perhaps because her growing strength was never related to murder, or because she had more important concerns in her heart, it couldn't make Anna sink into the abyss of satisfaction she had constructed.
Anna was resolute in this belief.
The old man's body began to cool, and even if she did nothing, the body would become as cold as the wall in two to three hours.
What would Lu Li do?
Anna thought.
Then a piece of floor tile in the basement floated up, and the wet clay underneath was dug out by an invisible giant hand, creating a crude burial pit into which the old man was placed before being covered with soil.
Robbie Rudnev, who had spent his life with the printing machine, was buried beneath it.
After all this, Anna suppressed the discomfort of her newly dulled senses and silently printed more flyers.
