>I am a portraitist who can draw the appearance of the murderer through the eyes of the deceased at the last moment.
>Until the day I drew my own face.
>The police determined that I was the murderer, but only I knew it—the painting I drew was of my twin brother who died three years ago.
>When all the evidence pointed to me, my brother suddenly appeared in my living room:
>"Brother, it's time for you to be the 'dead man'."
