Death Postcard

Crazy comments\\gloomy\\paranoid and sinister\\strong\\attacked by domineering president Revenge, pleasure, and abuse Later in this article, the subject will split into 3 personalities Anan is a cool guy who is crazy, cool, loves to fight, and loves to be pretty. Soft, well-behaved and cute little sweetheart Qingqing The gloomy, evil and unpredictable Zhuang Nanqing Zhuang Nanqing's mother died fourteen years ago in the "Bana Postcard Serial Murder Case". The suspect escaped during the arrest and has not been arrested so far. Fourteen years later, the postcards of Flowers from the Other Shore resurfaced, and incidents involving people related to Zhuang Nanqing's mother happened one after another. As more and more people got into trouble, Zhuang Nanqing slowly achieved his goal. He therefore became the biggest suspect in this case. Is he really the murderer? Zhan Xiuyan, the top figure in the capital's celebrity world and the CEO of the Zhan Group, was deeply involved despite repeated persuasion from his friends that Zhuang Nanqing was a crazy person and told him to stay away. Zhan Xiuyan hugged Zhuang Nanqing's waist, looked at the face that haunted him, and asked softly: "Does Feng Xiaoyue's death have anything to do with you?" Zhuang Nanqing took the cigarette in his hand and took a puff. He raised his head and smoke covered his handsome face. He opened his thin lips and slowly said two words: "Guess." Zhan Xiuyan looked at the man who called himself Anan, Zhuang Nanqing's split second personality. Black leather jacket, black overalls, black leather boots. The chain on the pants swayed slightly as he walked, making a pleasant sound. He wore a pair of fashionable sunglasses from a high-end luxury brand on his face. The whole person will be unruly and show off his coolness to the fullest I couldn't help but whistle at him: "Cool brother." When Zhuang Yeting came to Zhuang Nanqing's apartment, he saw blood all over the floor. It was everywhere on the sofa, the floor, and even the walls. He heard something moving in the kitchen and stumbled over. Zhuang Nanqing was chopping a chicken. He raised the knife and dropped the knife. Blood jumped all over his face. When he heard the sound, he turned to look at him. Zhuang Yuting suppressed the fear in his heart and asked in a trembling voice: "Qingqing, what are you doing?" Zhuang Nanqing stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood drops on his face, and the blood smeared from his face: "Kill the chicken."