Fragment one:
I woke up with amnesia. I had a knife in my hand and a female corpse with a slashed face lying on the ground next to me.
The cell phone that fell on the ground rang. I didn't answer it because I couldn't figure out the situation, but the other party sent a text message saying that they would arrive at the phone owner's home in 2 hours.
I can only hide the body first and simply deal with the traces.
When I passed by the mirror and saw my face, I remembered that my name was Tomie.
This is indeed my home, and the phone belongs to me. The person who called just now must be my curly-haired policeman boyfriend.
The doorbell rang, but the person outside was not curly, but blond.
My memory has returned a little, this is also my boyfriend.
I seem to be a scumbag, but now the more important thing is not to let the other party discover the body in the house.
Fragment two:
Today my curly boyfriend asked me to meet his friends, and I agreed.
Until I saw his friends from a distance and realized they were all my police boyfriends, I panicked.
As we all know, Mihua's murder cases have a high proportion of love-related homicides.
They are police officers, so they must be perfect at dealing with traces of crime, right?
Intention: love
