On Wednesday afternoon, the postman arrived with a black obituary.
>The recipient has my name on it and the time of death is midnight tonight.
>"Mr. Chen Mo committed suicide at home late at night on June 21."
>The person who signed it was the serial murderer I sent to prison three months ago.
>I tore up the obituary with a sneer, only to catch a glimpse of the handwriting on the postman's signature slip disappearing strangely.
>When calling up the monitoring, a rotten grimace suddenly appeared on the screen after the snowflakes flickered.
>There are only 6 hours left until midnight.
