The wind in the cemetery is very cool, and the restlessness of summer is hidden in the cool wind.

Lynch was standing in front of Mr. Truman's tombstone. Today he had a whim and wanted to see Mr. Truman.

His body was slowly being swallowed by microorganisms in a coffin less than two meters above the ground, becoming swollen and corrupt.

But he left a big surprise for the world and himself.

I don't know if he has left any other behind.

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