She Didn't Close the Door That Night

During the rainy season in Nanxi County, the weather lasted for forty days. In the narrow alley behind the Chengdong vegetable market, the proprietress of a grain and oil store was beaten to death three steps away from the back door of her house. The skull was shattered, the ring was missing, and the money and mobile phone in the bag were missing. Between eight and ten o'clock on the night of the crime, no one came in or out of the alley. But there are only three families living in the alley. The house on the second floor has been empty for two years. The deceased himself is on the first floor. The old lady who lives alone on the third floor said - "I went to bed after seven o'clock and didn't know anything." The police found mold from the deceased's collar on the back door frame of her home. Her kitchen had been mopped with bleach and there was blood in the cracks of the tiles. The surveillance video captured a woman holding a black umbrella walking out of the alley, with a profile that looked exactly like hers. All the evidence points to the old lady. But the gold ring that was taken off was never found. A woman who has been wearing a relic of her deceased mother for more than ten years will not easily take it off unless someone takes it off for her. The most terrifying thing in this county is not the murderer, but the plum rain. The rain washed away the shoe prints and diluted the blood, making every trace on the bluestone blurry. Just like those old grievances in people's hearts, on the surface nothing remains, but as long as it rains, mold spots will emerge from under the wall. Opening the first chapter, you will smell the scent of gardenia mixed with musty smell. Then you will find that you seem to have smelled this smell before.