# Short story, about tens of thousands of words
## The copy didn't say anything but there was a male protagonist
Copywriting of this article:
Isn't there always such a role?
When the detective is in trouble, there is always one person who can jump out and provide the detective with key evidence against the murderer. And I, Mourning, am exactly like this.
She was a terminally ill patient during her lifetime, but after her death she was reincarnated into a suspense comic.
Catching the murderer, solving the case, etc. Are nothing for Mourning.
From the beginning to the end, she believed in only one thing: dying early and dying late would lead to death in the end anyway, so it would be better to choose the former, which would save each other's time and energy.
Mourning was tired of this sinful city.
"When will this hopeless and ugly life end?"
Privately, Mourning wears earrings, gets lip nails, stands on the streets, and is scorned by her peers for her bad behavior in smoking and drinking. But so what, she knows very well that she is just a passerby who appears in a corner of the comics, in a crowd of pixels, and whose faces cannot even be clearly described.
Mo Jing quietly waited for the day when the murderer found her. Little did she know that a group of black forces that were even more vicious than the criminal gangs had quietly targeted her...
The protagonist group of detectives squatting in the corner: Wai Ri, this girl is a miracle!
*The suspense comics involved in this article are all fictional settings. There are no existing works on the market and no prototypes. You can watch them with confidence.
Intention: I really didn't mean it