It was the route I took regularly, and I never saw anyone on the late-night commute. But there was a house on that road, an old house, and now and then people would live there, but when I came back, I would hear loud crying, It was fixed later, there was a couple in that house, I didn't look for anything more, One evening when I returned, there were a few people standing in front of that house, They were saying that the woman was crazy, that's why she committed suicide, but my suspicion was on her husband, he must have killed her.