Information Pollution: Words Are Alive and Can Think

Every page of this book is a window into a prison cell. You were outside the window, watching with interest. Inside, Detective K is hunting a serial killer. His only clue was the strange smile on the dead man's face. He hadn't realized yet that the real murderer was staring at him from the window. It's you. Your gaze is a spotlight that he cannot escape. Your action of turning to the next page is the countdown to fate in his ears. Read on. Write his epitaph with your own hands.