Five days ago, I returned to my hometown for vacation. The temperature dropped sharply. My mother took out a green sweater from the closet and gave it to me.
The sweater is very old, and the style has long been out of date. It is made of soft wool, and there is a drop of blood on the cuff. It has faded with the sweater and is no longer eye-catching.
Twenty minutes later, I hung up the sweater on Xianyu with a price tag of 90,000. The title was: Worn by the serial murderer when he committed the crime 13 years ago.
Purpose: In the name of truth
