Dawn of Eternal Night

That night, blood flowed from the second floor to the first floor of the Su family villa. When Su Yehan rushed home from school, the Pu'er tea on the coffee table was still steaming, and the late-night news was playing on the TV. The father fell in the middle of the living room, the mother died in front of the bed in the bedroom, and the third uncle's hand still held an ancient sword that had not had time to be unsheathed. Police counted the remains - seven people, six bodies. Sister Su Wantang is missing. Three years later, an anonymous letter arrived in his hands. There is a hidden message on the back of the letter, and the handwriting is my sister's. She is still alive. On the night of the murder, she hid in the rain well in the basement of the villa - a 2.7-Meter-deep concrete shaft with only an 8 mm diameter ventilation hole on the cast-iron manhole cover. She was soaked in the cold sewage for a full seventeen hours. Through the small hole, she saw her father's throat being cut and heard her mother's last sobs. I also heard a name coming out of the murderer's mouth - Chen Boyuan. Her master's tutor. And this person has been by her side as a "mentor" for the past three years. From this moment on, revenge is no longer a lonely escape. But every step of the way to the truth is tearing apart everything he thought he knew.