I took my daughter to get a haircut. Less than ten minutes later, the barber rushed out screaming that I had killed someone.
I ran into the salon. My little girl was still sitting in the barber's chair, but her head was gone, and blood covered the floor.
Furious, I called the police to catch the killer. But the owner gave them surveillance footage of me killing my own daughter.
In the video, I was holding a huge cleaver, looking crazed as I grabbed my daughter's hair and brutally chopped off her head.
I broke down on the spot. "That wasn't me! I never touched a knife!"
But no one listened. Cold handcuffs locked around my wrists, and I was taken to an interrogation room, where the police asked me again and again where my daughter's head was.
My husband clutched our daughter's cold body and screamed at me:
"She's only six! How could you do that to her? Where did you hide her head?!"
I cried until I nearly passed out, repeating over and over, "I don't know! It really wasn't me!"
After that day, the surveillance footage was leaked. I became the demon mother who shocked the whole country, and everyone online was waiting for me to hand over my daughter's head.
But I wanted to know too: who had cut off my daughter's head, and where had they hidden it?
