Fall of the Abyss

In the beginning, human beings are inherently good. Learning from each other leads to different paths. In the ruined temple of Niutoushan in Hanzhou, an unpainted clay sculpture cracked. There is a pieced-together girl's body sealed inside - the school uniform is neat and the bow is neatly tied, like a carefully arranged collection. The lower body belonged to another woman. The saddest person in the school is the model top student. He cried until he collapsed, fully cooperated with the police, and vowed to find the real culprit. Only one person didn't believe it - the deceased's best friend, who had filled up three notebooks of abnormal behavior in the past three years. She saw the flaws that normal people couldn't see behind every moment of his well-timed sadness. But when all the clues point to the same person, a more chilling question emerges: If he is the murderer, why does he pursue the murderer harder than the police? What is he hunting for? Sometimes, the person who pushes you into the abyss is the person closest to you. And that abyss was already dug when I was ten years old.