My mother was killed. I knew who the murderer was, but I couldn't expose it.
I hate her, but I also love her.
Mom, I'm sorry.
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A nasty woman died.
Of course I know how she died. Who made her want to kill me first?
I was the last person she saw before she died.
Unfortunately, I was photographed.
Fortunately, her relatives will not expose me.
Because I know that her stupid son has no way not to love me.
Mission: Justice will never be absent
