Weibai City

On the night of the heavy snow, the murderer went back and forth several times after killing the person to observe the state of the body. When he returned to the scene for the last time, it was already six o'clock in the morning, the sun was fading, and the whole city was shrouded in quiet whiteness. He was shoveling the snow in an attempt to cover the deceased more tightly. At this time, an enthusiastic citizen passing by the roadside, Ms. Zhou Wucan, jumped over to help with a shovel. She was as brilliant as her name suggests: "Good morning! You come here to play so early! I have experience in amusement parks! To make a snowman, you have to roll the snow into balls first!" As she spoke, she squatted down, groped around, and felt it. There is something in the snow, round and bulging. And the hair. 2026.8.17 Archived Intention: pure and true love