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Luo Wu stood like a wooden stake for who knows how long. If people really have seven emotions and six desires, then at this moment they were twisted into a knot and wrapped tightly around his neck. Zhang Xiaohong, his ex-wife, was dead and lying at his feet, with a fruit knife stuck in his back. Blood had soaked through his clothes and was dripping onto the floor. Am I the murderer? Luo Wu kept thinking about this sentence in his head, over and over again, unable to stop it. So why should I do this? He slapped his forehead hard several times, and the shock slowly made him regain consciousness.

No one here in Li House believes me. I think this may be the reason why what I tell is the truth. They even used lie detectors. Even the machines believed me, but they still didn't believe me, saying that the accuracy of the lie detector was only 98%, and I might be the remaining desperate 2%. I remember that the definition of truth in the book is that what the speaker believes is the truth. I don't agree with, for example, "God be with you". For devout believers, this is an out-and-out truth, but for me, this is nonsense. I had never seen God in my vision. "I really don't know where the money is."