On an ordinary rainy day, when I went to look for my friend, she was murdered. A policeman came to me and asked me a lot of questions. He seemed to suspect that I was responsible for the murder.
My friend, I was very cooperative. Even during the interview, I felt that I was the one who killed her, because after she passed away, I felt relieved.
Was it me who killed her?
Zhou Yu received a case that didn't seem very complicated. A girl died at home. The doors and windows were sealed. There were no signs of fighting or damage. The scene looked like a suicide. But as the case investigation began to develop in unexpected directions.
Like a moth, she flutters toward the flame of doubt.
What is she trying to cover up? What do you want to protect? Or is she planning something?
She had a premonition that the day her mask was unveiled would be the moment when the truth was completely overturned.
Would a person who was unhappy with his life really kill his friends out of jealousy?
Mission: Friends are the antidote to life, never lose hope
