I remember the most profound picture of him trying to climb to the highest window of the Drum Tower in the end, and there was already a bright red blood trail behind him.
Then he picked up the gun, only to find that the entire city had been covered by heavy fog and could not distinguish the target.
So dropped a coin. Just like an angel.
But it did not attract his attention. He didn't know he was in danger yet.
Passersby looked up. He jumped from the window of the Drum Tower, hoping to be discovered by him with the last hope.
The angel fell into the mortal dust. The soul soars instantly. He finally died in the most beautiful scenery in the most beautiful city.
Then he finally found him. Understand everything. He started to run. The passers-by I met all wore fantasy masks.
The exquisite 12th century ancient buildings resemble a fairy tale world in the fog.
Why, they can't forgive, can't understand, in fact, they are all children.
The killer has no holidays. Because time never stops.
We are all survivors under the time gun.
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