I don't know what time it was in the morning, but Wen Erwan was already drunk and unconscious. She turned into an unknown alley and couldn't help but hold on to the wall and vomited.
Her stomach was churning and she had a splitting headache. Her scarlet eyes seemed to be venting her dissatisfaction with society.
There was almost no light in the alley, and a red glimmer reflected in the depths of darkness. Wen Erwan frowned and took a few steps forward.
The shoes seemed to have touched some liquid, and the pungent smell of blood filled the nostrils. She saw clearly that it was a corpse that had been stabbed with a knife, and the blood hole was still dripping with the owner's blood.
He covered his mouth in shock, unable to make any sound, and his legs went limp and he sat down on the ground.
I don't know when a police siren sounded behind me.
"Don't move, raise your hands."
Wen Erwan regained consciousness and looked at the visitor in panic
He is a young policeman, with good-looking eyebrows and sharp eyes that should not be expected at this age. The posture of raising a gun and the badge that shows his identity all show that he has rich experience.
Wen Erwan was caught because she was the only one at the crime scene. The knife on the deceased's body did not have any fingerprints, so the perpetrator probably wore gloves, and she was indeed wearing a pair of black velvet gloves at the time...
Intention: love