You Were at the Crime Scene Again

The torrential rain and dark clouds cover, Release the flood, and the world will be sunny. I am going to the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Save all wronged souls. Justice is never late, Justice is never absent. There will be flowers in the end, Then it became my period. The main text is in outline, please save it for 100,000 words before opening it to avoid the tragedy of interruption.