****The house of the murdered soldier****
It is half past twelve in the afternoon, it is the month of June, a postman in G is walking around drunk with sweat. In fact, today is the first day of his duty. He looks around for a while, then he parks his bicycle near a retailer and walks towards the shopkeeper.
What is the house of the killer soldier? He asked softly.
The ground slipped under the shopkeeper's feet. Her eyes boiled with fear.
Killer soldier Mm what do I know? He quickly lowered the shutters of the shop.
The postman got upset again. He tried very hard to find the killer soldier in some way but anyone who listened to him would slip away. The postman was new, did not know and did not know and the registry of the name of the killer soldier from above, if he did, what would he do? He read the name again, although the name was in English, but in the end he also had a middle pass. He could understand a little English in very clear words.
The killer soldier was written G Street Samana Town
After dusting the streets for two hours, he gasped. "On the first day, he had to face failure. What will he show his postmaster now?" His throat became dry and he felt thirsty. He picked up the authority and put his finger on the doorbell. Suddenly he felt a strong shock. The real cause of the shock was not the electric current in the bell, but the English word "killer soldier" on the plate under the bell.
A wave of happiness ran inside him. In that time the door opened and a young man came out. The postman hurriedly registered in front of him. Is that your name The young man read the name and said no, this is my grandfather. The postman hurriedly asked, "What is his name?" The young man said with great satisfaction,
K Soldier