On a rainy night, I stabbed my violent husband through the heart with a utility knife and buried him three meters deep under the hydrangeas in the back garden. I am the top structural architect in the country. I know where the bones in the human body are most fragile and where soil settlement is most hidden.
However, the next morning.
In the kitchen where the sun shines, the man who should have been rotting at the bottom of the mud is wearing an apron and frying eggs for me. He had the same face, but his eyes were as warm as water. Not only did he not smoke or commit violence, he even calmly made up an alibi for me when the police came to investigate.
He closed the door, held my waist and whispered: "Wanwan, the hole was filled too shallow last night, I stepped on it for you."
It turned out that he was my twin brother Lu Cheng, who had been spying on me for eight years. He had plastic surgery and smoothed out the tiny flaws, memorized all my lifestyle habits, lurked in the dark waiting for the moment I wielded the knife, and took over my life justifiably. He sealed the real corpse into the load-bearing pillar in the basement, thinking he had a hold on my life, and slowly "reared" me as a prey with broken wings.
But he miscalculated one thing.
The cage is drawn by an architect, and only the designer knows the weak spots in the structure.
Since he is extremely eager to replace that devil and become my "perfect husband", he must inherit all the hell left by that dead man - hundreds of millions of illegal loan sharks, bloodthirsty underworld enemies, and the second murder that I personally customized for my "husband".
In this 25th hour game, the real hunter always wears the skin of his prey.
