These days, what kind of perverted stories that can't be put on the table, put on a stylish coat, and become esoteric and forceful to be savored and praised?
It's purely a boring story of perversion for perversion's sake. Some people commented that the love of killing is their family's genes, so what? Murder can become innocent and beautiful?
Suppose you were the one who was killed? The innocent little boy, the boy who was toyed with as a tool, the housekeeper who worked hard for many years, and the aunt who tried to tell the story, can you forgive the murderer's sin with a single gene?
The love of killing in your genes can only show that you are a beast, and if you are a beast, you should stay in the place where the beast should stay, in a prison, or a mental hospital.
Instead of putting on fancy clothes, putting on lipstick, stepping on high heels, and glamorously gloating over the filth of the inner soul. That little girl in the cardamom age, you really wasted your great youth, but also my time and eyesight.
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