OE short suspense novel, two parallel lines, first person
(The author is a retarded product, please just watch it for fun❤️❤️❤️)
On Christmas Eve, a young watch collector died tragically at home in a sealed room sealed by snow.
In the snowy suburban villa, the Christmas tree lights are still twinkling, and the brass clock sings the sad song of Christmas Eve, ticking, ticking, which is the countdown to death...
"Officer Aaron, a perfect crime is impossible, isn't it?"
"Of course, my sweetheart, but if you use your little sugar bowl brain, your opponent this time is an extremely shrewd criminal maniac."
"See that scene with your own eyes. This is simply... A perverted artist who takes pleasure in killing people."
Intent: The author's retarded product, everyone should watch it as amusement❤️❤️❤️