My name is Xu Kun. Cai Xukun's Xu, Cai Xukun's Kun.
So people always call me "Comrade Tsai"
While the murderers were still wondering who "Comrade Cai" was, my gun was already pressed against their lower backs.
Corpses were dismembered at the pier, wealthy families were poisoned, Internet celebrities died in mysterious deaths during live broadcasts... A series of seemingly perfect crimes were full of flaws in my eyes.
Do they think it's perfect? I specialize in ripping clothes. The old detective said that I have a pair of "sinful eyes" that can see through the innermost corners of people's hearts. In fact, I just understand the logic of perverts better than perverts - for example, the serial killer who specializes in committing crimes on rainy nights. Every time he appears, a pair of limited edition sneakers will always flash on the surveillance camera.
"Brother Cai, I checked and found that only ten pairs were sold in the city."
I opened the car door and slapped my gun on the passenger seat:
"Let's go, I'll take you to ask the other nine 'collectors' - why did you stay at the scene of the murder to watch the fun?"
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The writing is good, the organization is clear, and it advances layer by layer. Why don't I update it?
The writing is good, the organization is clear, and it advances layer by layer. Why don't I update it?