Yin Baiyi slipped into the suspense novel he was serializing.
The background is a city where there is a murderer every ten steps.
The world of the novel is perfected alone, and even Yin Baiyi doesn't know the next plot.
In the morning, the smiling neighbor said hello to Yin Baiyi as she prepared to drive out. Who would have thought that there were body parts hidden in her trunk?
The old man who insisted on fishing every day in the park greeted Yin Baiyi with a smile. Who could have guessed that the bait was made of human flesh?
Serial murderers appear frequently in the news, and garbage dumps and swamps have become the best places to dump bodies.
[Please live, our dear, God of Creation]
Intention: to live