Dear Yi Tian,

It's a bit difficult to write this paragraph, but no matter how difficult it is, I should say it, and I'm afraid I won't have a chance if I don't say it.

For several years, I have always remembered that day, by the lake in Q City, the grief-stricken young man who went to another world because of the girl he loved.

At the moment when he went crazy to fight me, he was already in my eyes, my heart, and then he was out of control, and he never lingered in my life.

Through my efforts, I finally transferred to your side, and the cooperation between us is the most tacit.

Before the lawyer appeared, most of my colleagues in the bureau thought we were supposed to be a couple, which also created the illusion that I thought you cared about me.

But when that woman appeared.

My dreams were shattered in an instant, and when I was alone in the dark forensic room, the horrific images of the past crept out again, eroding my soul.

Someone once said that when a person is in a bad mood, he should go out for a walk, find someone to talk to, and relieve his mood.

But I don't have friends, who should I talk to? There was only one cold corpse after another.

I began to talk to myself about the unconscious corpses, and the bad feeling that had accumulated in my heart slowly grew, and a soul that was detached from reality gradually took over my whole mind.

In the depths of my memory, one of the few memories before I was five years old, I was happy, and my mother took me to live in Q City. Life is hard, but it's better to be happy.

When I was five years old, my mom took me to marry a man.

We moved into the man's house, a big house with one floor and one bottom, but we weren't happy.

Life didn't last long, and the man began to look at our mother and daughter unpleasantly, and often beat and scolded our mother.

How many late nights, when the man was tired and lay asleep in bed, my mother hugged me and cried in the corner of the kitchen.

That day, during dinner, I accidentally broke a bowl while serving rice.

The man moved his hand on me again, a slap came, half of my face was instantly swollen, the man didn't stop, he rushed up and had to slap me a second time.

Mom stood in front of me and blocked the slap for me.

It was her action that angered the man, and the mother's beating was unprecedentedly intense.

She was so beaten that she could barely stand up, and could only lean against the wall and stare at me, and I sat there with her for a long time.

It was late at night, and the man's snoring could be heard in the bedroom.

I didn't know where I got the strength, so I got up and ran to the kitchen to get the kitchen knife.

Whenever he hit my mother, I had an urge to take that kitchen knife and cut that person, so that my mother would never have to be beaten again.

This time, when I showed up in front of my mother with the bright kitchen knife, she immediately understood what I was going to do.

The knife reflected the light, and it was very sharp.

Mom raised the knife in the night, but she couldn't get her hands down.

I stepped forward and snatched the knife from my mother's hand, and without hesitation, I stabbed the man in the throat.

The blood gushed out and sprayed me in the face, as well as the wall behind me.

The man, he left for the other world with little struggle.

We were busy that night, and the man was buried there under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard on the first floor.

On the bedroom wall, Mom repainted it.

Our peaceful days didn't last long, although we said that the man had gone out of town. But it did not escape the eyes of the police.

They soon found a clue in that bedroom, a drop of blood in the corner.

My mother went to prison and I was sent to a welfare home.

Mom's health was not very good, and she died inside before the day of the verdict.

I grew up in the welfare college, the dean Liu's mother is a good person, I went to college, I worked several jobs during college, fortunately, I worked hard enough, serious enough.

After graduating from university, I worked as a forensic doctor.

Every time I pick up the scalpel, I think of the night it cut the man's throat with precision.

The scalpel that cuts through the human skin is very refreshing, and I think that's why I always like to soak in the forensic office!

I made a final effort, I wasn't a good communicator, and I wasn't the kind of woman who dared to rush forward.

But, for you, Yi Tian. I'm willing to try again, just one last time.

On the day of Lawyer Luo's housewarming party, I was uninvited, I lost my temper and showed a different version of myself, and I wanted to fight for myself.

I am so humble, but you did not give me a chance, on the contrary, I saw her in your eyes, that kind of look, which was unprecedented pampering.

Just like that year, you desperately rushed up to hug the girl in red.

Like blood-red flowers, they shine unshakably.

I know, I can't hold on for much longer.

The soul in my heart kept rushing out of the stage, trying to control my heart, control my hands and feet.

I couldn't get enough of the feeling of a scalpel on that cold, formalin-soaked corpse, and I wanted to use a scalpel on a living body, just like I felt when I was holding that kitchen knife and slashing at that man.

A feeling of being at the pinnacle of life.

Let's talk about that drunk man, his name is Liu Guang! I saw that name in your interrogation notebook. He's not my target, it's just that he's too presumptuous.

In the garden at night, he drunkenly rushed up and hugged me.

The scalpel in my pocket is ready to move, and it looks like it won't stop when it doesn't see blood.

I couldn't control it, it never let me down, it only took a knife and he was lying there still.

Gou Tianming, he is indeed my target.

His life was easy, and the weakness of men made him lose his vigilance.

He really deserves to die, who made him always unable to control his lower body? Don't want to be responsible?

This result is obviously not proportional, there is a way to often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet. With two stinky money, he could do whatever he wanted, and half of his body stepped into the river.

Money is not everything, and people can dominate the world.

It's because it's different from anything else that has a living force, it has feelings.

Talking about money does hurt feelings, if a man can not even care about his own flesh and blood, what is the difference with animals?

He lived as a lower animal, and it was better not to live.

I gave him a choice, but he didn't take the chance.

In the end, I know you're going to care about who that clown, that mystery man is?

I'm sorry I let you down, it's my bottom line, I can't betray my allies.

One of the few friends I have in this world, I can only say that we are all the way.

Although we haven't come far on this road, and I haven't even seen him in person, we have at least been together.