[Group portrait + suspenseful imagination + copy + reasoning]
My name is Shen Che. I'm looking for my sister.
But the notebook on the table says:
Shen Che, male, has died three years ago.
I searched the whole building and found seven death certificates, seven people, seven names, and they all matched.
All died on the same day three years ago, so who are we standing here now?
Blood began to seep out of the wall, and blood words appeared line by line:
"You are not here to find someone, you are called back to confess."
I don't remember committing the crime.
But my hands were full of blood, which was dried and could not be washed away. The woman opposite looked at me and cried hard.
She said: "Brother, when you strangled me to death three years ago, you used the same hands!!!"
