[Switch between white and black at will (a little neurotic) ➕Superpowers ➕Urban version of battle royale ➕Pure villain ➕No CP ➕Urban imagination ➕Micro suspense ➕Egoism]
Solve the case? I drew it!
The paint is wet blood, and the canvas is the tomb.
Each of my paintings is the scene of an upcoming murder.
On the day I was specially hired as a criminal investigation consultant, I added the name of my enemy to a new page in my album.
They all call me a genius for predicting death.
But I don't know that my thought palace can go back in time and arrange all malice into a cage of self-harm.
When everyone who had hurt me died tragically one after another, the police were shocked to realize that the prey had already turned into a hunter.
And behind the scenes, I was playing chess, smiling at the latest "painting" - it was the figure of the police sergeant pointing his gun at me.
"Don't worry, you are next."
But will he really die? Or is it another new adventure and crime! ! !
