The real fool thinks that everyone is a fool except himself.

He was still sleeping when we kicked open the door and stormed into the house.

He was also basking in the joy of having completed a perfectly intelligent crime, believing that his hitchhiking murder was seamless.

As everyone knows, it only took 24 hours from the time we found Dong Yun's body to the time we rushed into his house and arrested him.

In his home, we found blood-stained clothing, a pair of size 40 heels, and a bloody single-edged dagger under the pillow.

He had obvious multiple strips of superficial abrasions on the outside of his right arm, consistent with the nail scratches from the fight with Dong Yun, and consistent with the DNA of skin debris extracted from the nails.

At the same time, the on-site footprint and wallet fingerprints are all consistent.

The chain of evidence is closed, and the case is solved.

In the interrogation room, he had not yet fully come to his senses, and he didn't seem to have figured out how the police had found him so quickly for such a seamless crime.

He doesn't need to know, and he doesn't need to know.

"I lost a lot of money playing cards in those days, and my luck was too bad, and I always won before. I have to look at the yellow calendar before I go out next time, I seriously suspect that they are too good at me and partner to cheat me!

I've always been doing odd jobs on construction sites, but now it's getting harder and harder to find a job, everyone is a professional construction team, and those construction workers have contracts and certificates, and no one wants me.

I really didn't have any money these days, so I was going to do some side hustle at night, and at the beginning, I squatted in a corner, ready to grab some money from passers-by. I squatted there from one o'clock in the morning until three o'clock...... There are really no people going out at night, and then there are groups of three or five walking at night, and I am not easy to do alone.

In this way, I waited until about three o'clock, when I finally saw a woman walking alone at night.

She looked very thin, carrying a shoulder bag, walking with a twist, the street lights were not very bright that night, and the man approached me to see that it was a man.

It doesn't matter if he's a man or a woman, as long as he has money. When he passed by me, I jumped out and put a knife against his back.

He was so frightened that he let out a scream, and the shoulder bag in his hand was thrown directly to the ground.

Before I could speak, he turned around and knelt on the ground, begged me for mercy with his eyes closed, saying that he would give me all the money and tell me not to hurt him.

I wasn't going to hurt him, I was just trying to make some money. He gave me his wallet, but it didn't say much cash. I asked him if he had any money, and I scared him, and if it was too little, I would kill him.

He's going to serve me next?!

I'm rubbing, he's a fucking pervert, he's not going to be a gay, is he? It was disgusting to me. I scolded him for being a dead pervert, a dead faggot.

I didn't say anything when I thought about it, he just threw himself at me like crazy, hit me, damn it, he still pinched me?! Grab my hair?! What a sissy.

Besides, with his sissy appearance, he is as thin as a chicken cub, and I can clean him up with one hand.

He was fighting and shouting, and I was afraid that he would call the police with a loud voice, so I grabbed him by the hair and at the same time went around behind him and grabbed his neck with one hand and his mouth with the other.

Damn, he actually scratched my arm so hard that I tried hard, and all I could hear was a 'click' from his neck, and then he didn't move, and his whole body went limp, and he collapsed on the ground.

I was really a little blind, and when I looked at his snort, he died......

I really didn't want to kill anyone, I just wanted to spend some money, how dare I kill someone?!

I sat beside him for a moment, going through his backpack, which contained nothing but a pair of high heels. I'm rubbing, the big guy has a pair of high heels in his bag, this dead, it's really disgusting.

Soon, I remembered a post I saw on the Internet the other day, and now there is a serial murderer in the city, and the specific modus operandi is clearly written on the post. When I looked, there were knives and high heels now...... I put on my high heels, threw my wallet in the garbage can, and carried him to a construction site not far away, because there was construction going on, and the traffic lights were not working, so there must be no monitoring.

Throwing him there, I learned what was written in the post, stabbed him, and then smashed his lower body with a brick, I was afraid to leave evidence, put the bricks and knives in my backpack, and walked out a long way in only high heels......

I really didn't want to kill, I really didn't want to kill! ”

Robbing, killing, throwing corpses.

What awaits him will be the sanction of the law.

So where is the real murderer of serial killing?

……

In the morning, the first rays of sunlight shine on the earth, indicating that a new day has begun.

People get up from their sleep, look out the window at the clean and tidy city, and start the busy day.

The city will not become clean and tidy by itself, behind it are countless sanitation workers wearing stars and moons, wearing cotton clothes, and working silently against the cold wind.

In the wee hours of the morning, they appeared in the corners of the city and went home after dawn.

Day in and day out.

Today, too, a sanitation worker dragged a huge broom and had just finished cleaning his area, carrying half a sack of bottles and paper shells in his hand, walking slowly down the street.

It is a very common phenomenon for sanitation workers to collect bottles and waste products and sell them to scrap yards in exchange for some change to supplement their families.

But this sanitation worker is different, he is a man who looks like he is in his fifties, his face is not hard at all, but full of smiles, this smile is very simple, anyone who sees this smile, the mood will become beautiful, and he is full of motivation.

He came from a well-to-do family, had filial children, and had lovely grandchildren and granddaughters. It stands to reason that such a person should enjoy family fun at home and not do the hard and tiring work of sanitation workers, but he has become a glorious sanitation worker despite the opposition of his children, and in his words, he is just finding something to do for himself.

In the area he is in charge of, there is a homeless man whose wife died young, who has no children under his knees, and lives by picking up garbage and begging for food every day. It is said that he still has some mental illnesses, and his body is dirty and smelly. Often squatting in the grass on the side of the road to frighten pedestrians passing by. Passers-by will yell at him, sometimes punching and kicking, and in the face of this situation, the homeless man will just show a mouthful of big yellow teeth and smirk.

Even so, he still enjoys it, because in the summer season, squatting in the grass, you can spy under the skirts of passing women.

Everyone disgusted him and thought that this homeless man was a bed bug in the city. Only the sanitation workers felt sorry for him, and often gave him the bottles and waste they had picked up, and often shared their lunch with him.

However, the sanitation workers have not seen him for a long time.

"Perhaps, he was sent to a nursing home by the police." The sanitation workers consoled themselves in this way.

Today, as usual, the sanitation workers were about to call it a day and go home, and in the grass on the side of the road, they saw a familiar quilt.

It was a homeless man's quilt, dirty, torn, and smelly.

"No wonder I haven't seen him for the past few days, it turns out that he came here." The sanitation worker muttered, ready to step forward and talk to the homeless man as usual.

"Hey! How did you get here? He poked the homeless man under the quilt with the long-handled clip he used to pick up the garbage, but he didn't see the homeless man smirk at him as usual.

The sanitation worker shouted and stabbed a few more times, but the homeless man never moved.

"Sleeping so hard?"

He was stunned when he lifted a corner of the quilt with a long-handled clip.

Because underneath the quilt was a swollen corpse......