The Resetting Lady

Karen had to have a play showing Tom's severe wounds. Karen felt a little better when she recalled the previous day.

"Look at this."

"Wow."

Isela used to be nauseous.

Holding back on his giggling desire, Karen forced Tom to open his mouth and continued.

"…the villagers did it."

"That's a little..."

"That's terrible."

"This isn't all. From head to toe, there's no place."

Karen showed signs of inflammation in her mouth, palms, and back wounds. Tom wanted to scream, but he had to put up with it because he knew he had no side. No one feels sorry for Karen even if she takes off her clothes.

"Ah."

There is no one here to protect himself.

Growing up on the street, quick-witted Tom knew it and was hopeless. No one feels sorry for themselves. There is only a little disgust, anger, and curiosity. You can't even buy compassion in your position.

Karen stared at the lord, flinching and pressing Tom hard.

"Daddy, I want to be generous as a victim, not as the lord's daughter. I hope for a better future with forgiveness."

Young-ju snorted at Karen's appeal.

"Do it right. Treat him and send him back.”

"This child is an orphan. Why didn't you do anything when your father or the diocese eventually had to collect it?"

Berdick also helped the lord.

"Miss Haier, it's because the documents haven't been filed. Let him work in the parish. Again, it's not very desirable to have enemies close by."

"How can a child who doesn't even know how to fill out a document? Who's going to help the nine-year-old alone? Look at the body like this in a few days."

Shut up and stay still. Karen grabbed Tom by the shoulder that was whirling. Tom opened his mouth a few times, but his mouth only groaned 'ha'.

"Can I say it?"

When Karen asked, Tom looked at Duran with a hanging look. Bride, please understand. Please, please notice. Please at least tell me I can say it again. But Duran didn't even look at Tom.

"…it's too much. From now on… All my life."

"Thank you."

Tom was in despair.

Karen was satisfied.

Being an unspeakable comrade is quite attractive. He is illiterate and cannot write, cannot speak, and his life is numbered. That's the best. Karen liked that she made a pretty good choice. A man cannot play the role of a woman because he was a man with that body, but he is easy to accompany and manage because he is young.

And when the body disappeared again a few days later, Karen was not embarrassed. It was up to Tom to be surprised.

"Look at this, isn't it says.

The body disappeared again. Karen pointed to an empty fireplace.

"I'm sure there should be Thomas and Mr. A who doesn't know his name. Oh, I can guess who it is.

Only a day has passed. Two bodies that had been there the day before disappeared. Karen left the door open on purpose. But no one talked about the bodies. Whoever did it, the body was treated in secret.

"Oh, my God!"

"Clap," and then meet the palms of your hands.

"The body's gone!"

You want me to smile? Tom tried to pull the tip of his mouth forcibly.

"Ah…."

Tom opened his mouth and twisted his face in pain. There are holes in the tongue and roof of the ceiling of mouth. The most severe was the swollen throat from inflammation, and the pus flowed and the breath was terrible. Karen blocked her nose from the smell as Tom opened his mouth.

"Don't talk and nod or shake your head."

Tom nodded his head. The body of his father, who had already disappeared, was not important to him. All Tom could do was turn his head, but Karen was glad that she would come back with such a response. Proper conversation is necessary to prevent the self from collapsing.

As I kept thinking about the murder, I felt limited. There is a limit to repeating to myself in my head, and I talk to myself too much. I had to organize while talking, and I needed a listener. Even if you are close to talking to yourself, having someone who reacts in front of you helped organize your thoughts.

Karen liked the mute boy who listened to her.

"I think so for now."

Karen picked up a piece of charcoal and painted on the floor.

"Well, it's all speculation. Yeah... maybe it's wrong."

I felt my ears turning red. What if we all get it wrong? Having a listener is accompanied by some embarrassment and tension. But I'm happy because I feel like I'm playing detective games.

"Look, the house is L-shaped. The long south side is the main part, and from the fourth floor, it is composed of a bedroom. The guest room is over here. Isela's room is here, too.

Even though my room has the same floor space, it's separated like this. Karen focused on something quite far away. A mansion lined with similar rooms can be scary enough. But since Isela had never experienced anything scary here before Nancy, it's unlikely that it's a fantasy. Her statement that she saw Nancy must be true.

"My room is a little far from here, and I have a maid's room to the west... The third floor on the west is the servants' room, and your room will probably be arranged this way. Married Dane lives here, too. Anyway, it's quite a distance, so after I kill Nancy... What are you so surprised about?”

Karen had to pick up her butt to calm Tom again, who was wide-eyed and uttered an unknown sound.

"I've killed some. Well, anyway. I wanted to surprise her, so I took her to this room. I strangled him after I gave him a paralytic medication."

Tom shuddered. If he hadn't made a burn in his mouth, Karen would have killed Tom without a hitch, if he had been able to communicate with others. At first, Tom thought Karen didn't kill him purely because of compassion, but within a few days he realized how naive it was.

This lady is crazy. It's systematic way.

Karen cleared up the murder she had committed with delight. Tom tried to concentrate on what she said with all his mind.

"I left Nancy in the room around 4 p.m. It was almost 10 o'clock when Isela found the body. There's plenty of time to physically cut off the body...But I can bring the bodies as well as I know the maid's resting time. The time when the hallway is completely empty is only 30 minutes. Time has gone by with just what I brought. That means users have been coming and going ever since."

She took a new branch and crumpled the top, drawing the lines of a person. Then he drew a line over the picture in the hallway.

"I heard Isela running into the hallway at midnight, so I went out waiting. And you went to the room with him? Although I changed my dirty clothes. But it'll be about ten minutes. In total, it's impossible to clean the body and room away from the eyes of the servants."

Karen was happy.

Tom saw Karen's sparkling eyes. She looked very interesting and happy. There was a smile around my mouth, and my voice was high, so I thought I should smile. So he laughed face to face. Because I thought it would be less scary. It didn't seem natural, but it didn't matter. No matter what face Tom has, Karen will be smiling like that. A bright voice continued.

"So, someone found the body in those five hours, damaged it. What Isela said was that her throat was cut off. She saw it and went with me. But the room was strangely neat."

I approached the fireplace.

Summer is coming, so why is the basement so cold? Is your room all right?”

Tom nodded his head.

"Since I've been dead and alive many times, I'm a little surprised at this. I feel like reality is suddenly turning into a dream. I was so surprised that I was scared. But when I think about it slowly, the answer becomes simple."

Karen painted a picture of a woman. a woman with long hair

"My situation is a little strange, isn't it?" No... Don't look at me like that. Like I said, I keep dying and living again. I'm telling you the truth. The body disappeared. I was so flustered. It's a simple thing to think about."

Karen said while looking at her graffiti. In fact, it was very common sense that there was no need to explain it like this. Isela was tired of looking for a necklace all day. And Isela's room was in the middle of the hallway where the guests stayed.

"I should have entered the fifth room, but I went into the sixth room. I thought the room inside was locked because I didn't use it."

Karen pointed to a corridor with doors of the same shape. The corridor where the outsiders stayed was the same without any characteristics. Tom nodded his head.

"And I found this hair in that room, the sixth room that was supposed to be empty. What do you think?"

Tom tilted his head at Karen's hair. Oh, she doesn't know Nancy. This hair was Nancy's hair. Nancy was the only one with this kind of black curly hair in the mansion.

"Nancy is... the hair of the maid I killed."

She was the only other race in this mansion.

Karen picked up the hair. He placed Nancy in Isela's room, the fifth room. But the hair was in the sixth room.

"So the body must have been in the sixth room. Someone moved from Isela's room to the next room. But she accidentally went into the next room and got this death.”

Tom nodded his head. In his own eyes, the hallway of the mansion was confusing. The doors inside the mansion were similar and difficult to distinguish, not with numbers written on them.

"Isela accidentally entered the sixth room, and when she came back, she and I entered her room, so there was no body. Well, I was tired that day, so that's understandable. What, it's not much after we've solved it's nothing. It's boring."

Karen put her face in the fire-out fireplace and looked up. Tom imagined that if he pushed her into the fireplace like a fairy tale, he would be free. Killing the evil witch, the boy ran away. But Karen pulled out immediately.

"Then there will be fewer suspects. Someone powerful enough to chop Nancy up for a short time, and someone who didn't know the sixth room was unlocked. Not the maid, but the one who came late among the servants."