The truth is soaked in blood, and every redemption turns into a more exquisite murder.
The blood-stained diary has a faint metallic smell, wet fingerprints are stuck between the pages, and the handwriting hides the gasp of death. The police followed the ink marks and fingerprints into the mystery, but they had already become a supporting role in someone else's script.
The most poisonous kiss is the sweet smell you taste when you bite your lips, and the whisper in your ear when you are lingering until death.
"I love you, so please die for me."
He kissed him like an execution, using the hottest body temperature to calculate the coldest death.
Concept: Memory is an ancient torture shackle, and the body is a poison-quenching blade. The road to anti-drug revenge is also a time to question human nature: are we all prisoners of the past, or casters of the future?