The organs are exhausted, but finally a key is mistaken. Good metaphor: the key. God knows which door it opens?
The ridicule of the upper class in the film is full of sour grapes. There are even some obvious mistakes in the setting of the plot:
Is it really a phone for a wealthy family? Why can't there be a phone in the bathroom?
So how can a businessman who is good at planning and can't afford to lose money on speculative trading and lose his money?
The police became suspicious, so why didn't they investigate further, and instead threw the task of solving the case to a woman who was almost frightened?
And this underprivileged female stream even smoothed out two strong men one after another, and killed them cleanly. Is the screenwriter also a feminist? Come, shake hands!
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