My sister was missing for three days. When she was found, she was in a stinking ditch. Rats and maggots were crawling and wriggling all over her. A day later, the police announced the case was closed; the killer was a middle-aged man with an honest appearance. But I knew the real killer wasn't him. Because I saw the videos my sister had saved on her phone in the cloud; she had been subjected to inhuman treatment. Twenty days later, the police knocked on my door. They suspected me of being involved in a murder. I smiled without saying a word. So what if they suspected me? The murderer who killed my sister was already dead.
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