In the morning, the police said that my brother was in jail, but my parents were not worried at all. It was strange.
In the afternoon, I was taken to the interrogation room, and they said that my brother was mixed to death in a cement machine...
Finally, my brother told me that the person who died was actually "me".
[This article has participated in the suspense essay competition. If I think this idiot author is doing a decent job, I can throw in the extra nutrient solution ~ Thank you all little angels]
Intention: Do more good deeds
