On the seventh day after my death, the screen of my mobile phone suddenly lit up: "Starting broadcast, who is the person you most want to kill?"
There was only one audience in the live broadcast room, and he was my ex-boyfriend who had been missing for three years. He said my murderer was next to him.
I can see the air of death hovering above living people, and I can hear the ghosts whispering secrets.
When the big brother on the list swiped dirty money, and when my enemies knelt in front of the screen and kowtowed, I just smiled softly: Don't worry, I'll win the game tonight and settle them one by one.
