My daughter went missing, and my second husband and I desperately searched for her all over the world. A month later, the police found her daughter, who was already covered in bruises and unconscious, in a cellar. But the moment she saw her husband, she was so frightened that her whole body convulsed. Only then did I realize that this good father in the eyes of the neighbors was actually the culprit who killed my daughter. He called the police without hesitation, but the police only held him for three days before releasing him. Facing my doubts, my husband smiled proudly. "So what if you know it was me? The evidence has been destroyed by me a long time ago." I touched his wrist and predicted the time of his death - forty years later, he died. At that moment, I knew it was time to take action.
