On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop
Last plan 2
The atmosphere was very quiet, the wind was blowing a little hard. Me and my two children were sitting around the owner's flower garden.
"you guard at the gate!" I said to Lol while telling her to hide behind the flower on her right.
The atmosphere was getting more violent, the wind hit the trees that were already reluctant to live. The snoring voice of the community had occurred to me, that the owner of this house was dreaming with a scavenger who gave him a lot of money.
I think it's a very good time to take back the rights they once took from my neck.
"To, let's get rid of all the crap in this country !"
He gave the code through his hands, that he was ready to become a hiding rebel.
As usual, I managed to open the door. To, go in first, I still look left and right, after everything is safe, I just came in. I checked on the second floor while downstairs. I entered a room. My mind is one, where the owner of the house sleeps means there too he keeps his money. First I had to find the owner of this house, where he hid his eyes.
Almost five minutes I circled around the mansion to find where the owner of the house was holding back his snoring. After that I just saw an empty hallway with no doors. I kept walking, about fifteen steps from those doorless passageways I just saw a door. I just assumed, maybe this is the door of the owner's room.
I tried to open it, but it was locked. I didn't see the hole for the hook in my hand, but next to the door was a box containing magical buttons, "Maybe this is the secret," I thought to myself in my heart.
Several times I pressed the buttons, starting from the numbers in the almanac with a speed of seven months 4. I put both, the result is nothing. After the flop, I moved on to the number written on my head, the number nineteen, the magical and mysterious number, starting with the first number at the end of the last number, the number nineteen as well as the king of numbers, the number nineteen, the number I think is still a failure, after that I write my birth number and hope my birth number is the best number for the owner of this house, unfortunately my birth number also can not help, only an explanation was written on the small screen part of the box. Sorry the password you entered is wrong, please try again. The mirror on the screen included a lot of my chances to press the buttons only five times and this was the fourth time. I still don't know how to open that magical door.
The last try I pressed the numbers more arbitrarily, I myself do not know how many numbers I pressed. Only the growing anger in my mind after the fifth try still failed.
How could I possibly know how many numbers someone living in this mansion wrote down. Who he is I don't know.
His name was a distinguished person, it was natural that he immersed himself in a house without corners.
I moved downstairs, where To was outsmarting how to open a room whose door was exactly like the one I saw on the second floor.
"Let's go, this house isn't right to be targeted."
Before I stepped up and opened the window, I heard a whisper from outside, like I was getting ready. I gave To the code, to keep it running and calm.
Suddenly the phone in my pocket shook, I opened it and saw, it was Lol who sent the message.
"The boss at the door is 3 police officers complete with weapons. Find another way out, I heard the police conversation with the owner of the house, fill in their conversation, said the boss and To press a button in the house, if he was not a button, he said, but surveillance cameras. Get the boss out, don't let that cop in. Find another exit."
To looked at me, and I told him that the one at the door was the police.
He slightly glared at me, maybe he wanted to ask, "So how?"
I walked very slowly, hiding the clattering of feet from the trained ears of the Police.
One by one the hallways in the house we passed back until To accidentally stepped on something under the carpet.
He opened the carpet, and opened a secret door that had no idea where it was headed.
