Author:Monomer
Ten people in a row were cruelly slaughtered, and my cousin was the eleventh.
All the clues indicated that my dad was the killer.
When interrogated, I cried and said, "My dad couldn't have killed anyone. I will always believe in him."
My words moved my dad to tears.
But when I turned around, I laughed out loud. Of course, I believed him because I was the person who had killed all those people.
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I had just stuffed my cousin into the oven when my dad woke up.
I immediately pretended to be as if I had just entered the door and screamed.
My dad widened his eyes in panic.
He still had the weapon that I put in his hand.
In the room, blood was everywhere.
I was really angry.
That woman looked so skinny, but unexpectedly, she bled almost as much as the fat guy I killed last time.
Her blood made the house a mess. She was really a disgusting person.
And my dad, having been a cop for many years, truly had a strong heart.
He looked calm.