During the late-night live broadcast, the top brother on the list sent me a private message after getting 20 rockets in a row:
"There's something smiling in the mirror behind you."
I turned around and saw that I was grinning from the corners of my mouth to my ears in the mirror.
"Anchor, let's play a game."
"Find the three corpses I hid in your apartment."
"Otherwise, you will become the fourth body."
This. . . . . .