Chapter 95 The Gunshots

“This used to be the resting room for the coffee bean growers, but later the resting room moved up the mountain, where a new watchtower was built, so this place was given to us,” Zain explained.

Zain had made a detailed description of the new site as well as the requirements of the museum.

When working, Zayla was fully focused, and so was Simon.

It was beginning to get dark, and they had not left.

Soon, night fell, and the moon hung high in the sky. The stars were shining brightly.

Zain said apologetically, “It’s too late, and it’s not convenient to go back to the city late at night. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t been late, we wouldn’t have had to work so late.

“If you don’t mind, you can stay in my house. My home is not occupied.

“There aren’t many inns or hotels left here. Even if there are, they must be full. But I have a good relationship with them. I can ask them for quilts and toiletries.”

Zain felt more and more guilty.

At this time, it was already nine o’clock. If they returned to the city center, it would be

one or two o’clock the next morning.

Moreover, Zayla and Simon had to take a closer look at this new site tomorrow and take

more photos.

Staying in Ballard was the best choice.

Zain’s house was located in a relatively remote location in Ballard, and the nearby residents had all moved out.

been empty for some years, but

I was very young. However, this was my home. So I paid to let the workers in inns or hotels

workers had already

laid clean blankets on the beds and settled the toiletries, they left on their electric

and Zain thanked them and wished

the wooden stairs to the bedroom

second floor.

she pushed open the window to get some

window was pushed open,

and they were now looking at each

thin lips parted slightly as he called

Zayla didn’t reply.

closed the

would

a message to

of the stable. Knowing that everything

Zayla was at ease.

here, Zayla had nothing

putting down the phone, Zayla picked up a pen and paper to

the museum.

the mountain and the sea converged, howling and

poorly soundproofed, and

What are

my home.

“Help!”

Zain shouted!

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