What I want to tell is just a story, an urban story with rich cyan color, bloody killings and charming love.
What I'm about to tell is a story based on truth. The names of people, places, stores and even various proper names in the story have all been changed, and the plot is also full of omissions and exaggerations. But what I can guarantee is that the people and things in this story are all flesh and blood, and things are happening around me.
I just hope that more people know this story. Really, if you like this story, please respect life and take a look with me at how this materialistic era has distorted human nature into the "Flower of Evil" described by Baudelaire.
This flower not only blooms in my heart, but also blooms in your heart. To this day, I occasionally have trouble sleeping because of this flower, and my pillowcloth is wet with tears in my dreams.