Black Ordinary

It's night She asked: 'Huh? Why is your palm bleeding? Is it injured? ' He replied indifferently: 'No, I just killed someone...' For my own good? For my own good, why did you hide it from me even when my sister was killed? "Blood, tears, stains, and mud mixed together into a mass of night. In the bustling section of the city, passers-by came and went. Various small vendors kept shouting, but no one paid attention. The business was deserted but still enthusiastic. They tried their best to please everyone passing by and tried to get them to patronize their business. And through this bustling street, in a dark alley, an unknown crime is taking place. A girl in a white dress curled up in the corner with her hands folded around her thighs. Several arrogant gangsters surrounded her. One of the gangsters in a black shirt counted the money he had just snatched and cursed in a low voice: "Humph, your mother, it's so little." He reluctantly stepped forward and tore her clothes apart, hoping to find more. The girl sat back tremblingly, hugging her clothes tightly. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.