I accidentally witnessed a murder. The killer has been hunting me. One day, the murderer finally died. While driving a motorcycle, his head was cut off by a clothesline. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, but found that I was living in the murderer's dormitory. My senior sister said: I saw him. He was reading the news on his mobile phone in the dormitory that reported his accidental death. His head and neck are separate...
