A comic book based on the accidental death of a politician twenty years ago unexpectedly sells well, and it also reveals the hidden truth. The author was almost killed, and the unsearchable fingerprints led to a series of stories. She had been planning for that revenge for more than ten years, but the price of her final success was too high. "Wu Zimian, after drawing this comic, let's get out of the circle. It's too dangerous." The female police officer in police uniform said seriously. "I don't want it, otherwise I won't be able to support you. Although I don't mind going to my brother's house for food, you can't." Wu Zimian looked at his wife who couldn't do housework, and her future was worrying. "Li Jin, are my brothers and sisters coming to eat today?" Wu Lijin looked back at his virtuous wife: "Let's make their meals too. I feel like they will definitely come. As my brother, this guy is nothing like me. He is a hateful guy."