Red and the Most

On a rainy night, three men surrounded a female corpse in a red wedding dress in an abandoned factory. The corpse was slumped on a broken stool, its neck was bruised. The fat man wiped his sweat: "Boss, where are you buried?" The thin man sneered: "Her husband's debt has finally been paid off." The man with glasses pushed up the lenses: "The surveillance has been processed, but the fingerprints..." Before he finished speaking, the corpse's pale face suddenly turned to the shadows in the corner. The turbid pupils were locked in the darkness - there, the cleaner Lao Wang was holding a mop, his trousers dripping with muddy water. Old Wang was in a state of despair, but the corners of the corpse's mouth were pulled upwards as if twitching.