Start with Death Diary

In 1837, heavy fog swept Yadan. In Huazhu Street, Mi Lai, a little-known little detective, opened his eyes and saw a strange diary in front of his desk. Turn a page [On Thursday, December 11, the weather was fine. I died in a shooting. The murderer was wearing funny red and green bell-bottom pants...] "What do you mean? Someone wants to kill me?" Milai looked confused and immediately looked at the calendar. Today is Friday, December 10th, and there is only one day left before the murder.