Blank Portrait

August 11, 22:30 The night was dark, and the foggy street lights illuminated the endless street. There was a faint sound of thunder in the distance. The rain has become lighter, but the weather is oppressively hot and breathless. "What a damn weather!" Ning Yuan turned the steering wheel carefully, remembering the murder case solved two weeks ago. When he led the police officers into the murderer's house, the most striking thing he saw was blood all over the walls. Severed hands and feet wrapped in newspapers were scattered on the floor, and the pungent smell of blood filled the kitchen. Inside were jars of the victim's blood, which the murderer drank as a drink... The killer was a former weightlifter. Possessing the muscular physique common to paranoiacs. The moment he was handcuffed, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "The month I killed was not a human, it was a ghost! It was an evil ghost from the underworld! The 15th day of the seventh lunar month is coming soon, the gate of hell is about to open, and the ghost is about to come out! I am doing justice for heaven!"... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.