Chapter 65

The scent of fresh and moist river breeze was still the same, without the desperate and putrid smell that had appeared during the day.

Parker stepped up onto the slate steps, slowly approaching the water's edge.

The water level in the river was lower today because the sky was clear, and the water receded about half an inch.

Parker frowned and took slow steps on the protruding rocks on the mud surface to avoid slipping.

She had spotted the white chalk marking ahead, which was the burial site of the old lady.

The body had been removed, leaving only the pit, which looked even more horrific.

Parker hesitated for a moment, then used her feet to test the depth and humidity of the mud in the pit.

Then, as she had resolved, she spread her coat and slowly lay down.

The perspective changed.

The sky was low, and the dark clouds pressed down like lead.

In the distance, Bridge 1 looked like a collapsed tombstone, pressing down on Parker.

The high-voltage power lines intertwined like fishing nets.