Five days ago, I took time off and went back to my hometown. The temperature had dropped sharply, and my mother pulled a green sweater out of the closet for me.
The sweater was old and long out of fashion, made of soft wool. A drop of blood on the cuff had faded along with the sweater and was no longer noticeable.
Twenty minutes later, I listed the sweater on Xianyu for 90,000 yuan. The title read: Worn by the serial killer during the murders thirteen years ago.
Theme: In the name of truth
