The faint sound of footsteps, as if stepping on something.

Monica frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

The dead child had always walked like a cat, especially in formal action, and had never made a sound when walking, and according to his private explanation, he should have been professionally trained 'before' to know some special techniques for silent movement, and would unconsciously gush out, so it was difficult unless it was intentional

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