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In a scenic spot, Bunta is standing alone, staring at a piece of paper. Crumple up the paper and put it in your pocket. Office worker Bunta sighs. I sigh and try to get back in the car. A woman walks in front of him. Bunta's eyes are captivated for a moment. The way she was walking was obviously strange. This is on a private road. I turned my head to the side and opened the driver's door. Then, I sat in the driver's seat and looked at the mirror to fix the rearview mirror. I quickly opened the door and ran backwards. With his eyes closed, Bunta picks up the woman lying on the road, but...