I run a funeral studio that is about to close down, and I see some "dirty" things by the way.
That day, the body of the richest man's son was delivered, and the whole family burst into tears. I was the only one who saw the dead boy squatting in the corner, playing games with the air crazily.
I handed him the latest mobile phone: "Stop scrubbing the floor, I'll burn it for you."
He raised his head with scarlet eyes: "Brother, I didn't commit suicide. I was pushed down from the building - the murderer was among them."
