The inspiration for this story comes from a sudden imagination: Why are the serial killers in art works all men, but there are few women?
My favorite serial killer story is "Seven" by David Fincher. In addition to punishing the bad guys, the murderer also hopes to trigger some publicity effects in society.
So I wrote the story of this female serial killer.
The "berry" in the title is the color of raspberry, because I think "red" or "red" are too straightforward and heroic, but in women's stories, this killing intention is chronic, red like berries or cherries, delicious and hidden, but very dangerous.
There may still be loopholes in the reasoning part of the case, but I have tried my best to debug it, and my limited ability can only go so far.
Some people may think that the beginning of the story is slow, but that's okay, I will recycle all the foreshadowing at the end.
It won't be long, thank you to all readers who have traded their patience for sincerity.
Concept: The sky for women is poisonous