During the Shaoxing period of the Southern Song Dynasty, the autumn wind suddenly blew up, and the small town at the foot of Wushan Mountain was covered with mist. The morning light had not yet dispelled the darkness of night, and there was silence on the river embankment. Only a burst of urgent shouting broke the silence.
"He's dead! Someone, come quickly!" A ragged porter ran and waved the pole in his hand in a panic. His voice was trembling, waking up the townspeople who were still sleeping.
Soon, the town's night guard arrived at the scene of the incident. I saw a woman's body was found beside the river embankment. She was soaked and her face was as pale as paper. There were obvious bruises on her wrists and strangulation marks on her neck. Her eyes were wide open, as if she had experienced great fear before her death. The nearby river water was filled with a layer of blood, which seemed to tell the cruelty of this murder.
