Deep Deduction

At midnight, black crows were chirping in the treetops. A piece of blood sausage warned everyone, black clouds covered the moon, and the mirrors in the room shattered, as if something came out. The ghost disappeared, with an eye hidden under the black cloth. It's snooping. I held up the wax lamp that illuminated the truth in one hand, and the history book symbolizing materialism in the other hand, and walked forward in the fog. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.