My mother called when I was murdered by the killer she had been tracking for five years. "You must be present at my wedding next week, otherwise you will never see me again in this life." The smell of gunpowder as always made me shiver as I lay in a pool of blood. The blood dyed my vision red and eroded my will. At this time, I didn't even have the strength to speak. That night, she received a horrific murder case. The identity of the murderer was revealed at a glance. But she still didn't recognize that the body lying in front of her was the daughter she hated most.
