The night in the mountains was cold, so I blew for a while and rolled the window back in.

However, it didn't take long for me to feel the strange smell in the car getting heavier and heavier, and I couldn't smell it before, but now I feel like something has been soaked in the water for a long time, and there is a fishy smell of silt at the bottom of the river.

Strange, I didn't smell like this before.

I began to suspect the mother and son who got into the car, but I didn't notice anything unusual with my side eyes a few times.

What's going on?

The fog on the road was getting thicker and thicker, and I remembered that my current location was ten minutes away from the town, but now I had driven for twenty minutes and still didn't see the town.

Could it be a mistake?

It shouldn't be. <

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