Unnatural Death

Braving the drizzle and cold wind, and walking in the mud, he walked from the dark alley until he was under the dim street lamp. He lit a cheap cigarette, exhaled the smoke that lingered on the lonely street lamp, and preached solemnly: "I'll have to buy Liqun next time." After saying that, he continued walking forward... It is the painful cry of the people at the bottom; It is the shrill scream of the oppressed; It is the silent pain of the framed. Someone asked "Who are you?" He replied calmly, "I'm just a detective passing by." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.