This article was inspired by the case of Nanda's corpse dismemberment. After a day of random thoughts, I sorted out some coherent fragments, which echoed and resonated with the Disqualification of the World and the Golden Pavilion Temple that I had seen before. In fact, this article has little to do with the case. It is even more like an autobiographical novel (it is really imagination, not a mystery), and the case is only reflected at the end. In the confused, dark, miserable, neither sad nor happy, dragged forward, confused first half of his life, the murderer searched for the possible existence of high-sounding childishness and stubbornness, and the pitiful rightness that always pinned his hope on others.
Concept: Exploration in the quagmire and inevitable "redemption", black and white gray