The Perfect Alibi

The night was dark, Qi Ruan started the live broadcast, and the camera swept across a row of brand-new cars, the paint surface glowing with cold light. The barrage was boiling, with some people rewarding and some scolding. She grinned, grabbed the red brick and smashed it against the windshield, making a harsh cracking sound. One after another, sirens rang through the night sky, seeming to cheer her on. Blood splattered on the back of her hand, but she didn't notice it and just smashed the car crazily. The sirens were approaching, and red and blue lights illuminated her face. Qi Ruan threw the brick, stretched out his hand and said calmly to the camera: "I can't wait any longer." The cold handcuffs were fastened, like a switch that was finally closed by fate.