Just give birth to pickles

The mechanical wheel carried a knife at a slow speed. The handle of the knife was welded to the wheel, passing by Lin Cheng's wrist once every 10 minutes.

Lin Cheng was in a coma, lost blood, and his body temperature dropped.The wound solidified and was cut open again.

Before nightfall, he died.

Now that he's dead, it doesn't matter where he died, when he was found, or whether anyone felt sorry for him, because we know from the first line that it's just a story .

A story must have a purpose. In this story, what I want to know is who killed Lin Cheng.

The first thing I asked about was【Death】

He said: "I was not there at the time. I got there following a sweet smell. He died so slowly that I watched him for a long time. At that time, I was thinking that the murderer might really know I also know the sweet fragrance, but he is really a coward, he will run away if he does it."

I asked [truth] again

After a rain, I found him. Half of his body was sunk in the mud, his face was covered with mud and he turned into a beggar. The mud may have filled his mouth, so he didn’t make a sound when I pulled him out. After he came out, I asked him, "What happened?"

He shook his head, opened his mouth and pointed to his own mouth, the truth is dumb and often buried.He pushed me away and squatted back into the previous hole.

I thought, I might need a shovel and a friend who can speak English.But I don't have any friends, but I think Lin Cheng will have them.

I asked Lin Cheng's [friend]

Lin Cheng's friend is me.I didn't consider him a friend, because we had a falling out a few months ago. At that time, I thought his head must have been smashed by shit, and he was hanging out with a man during the day and at night.I stopped and was beaten by that bastard.

"Now that you're dead, what about him?"

There's a good chance he's the murderer.I rode my bicycle to rush to his residence, the wind filled my clothes and my throat, and I was a little out of breath.

I knocked open his house.The knife on the wheel, the wrist, and the coagulated black blood all over the ground are exactly the same as Lin Cheng's death.

The police asked me why I was there. This was just an ordinary statement, but...too bad, I went to Lincheng and shook his wrist, blocked the knife with my hand, and the blood was still on it. Now, I also appeared in the room of the boyfriend who died the same way as him.

No, you won't understand, how can I justify it?I had a motive to kill, that's why I broke with Lin Cheng, and how could I explain the kiss I printed on Lin Cheng's pale lips.

Will they check this?

My chest rose and fell violently, and I looked up, looking straight into the policeman's eyes.