White City Murder Expo

The next morning, while I was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, I turned to the missing persons section, and among so many photos, I saw Petra's face.My hands trembled, and half a glass of milk splashed on the clothes. I looked at the stains on the clothes and was stunned for a moment. I had an indescribable feeling, as if it was very ominous.

I carefully looked at Petra's face in the newspaper, it was printed black, only the whites of the eyes and teeth could be seen clearly, the stamp of "missing" was printed on it, and beside it was a description of what her mother was wearing when she saw her for the last time, red dress.

Being on this board is like having an obituary written in advance. These missing people may never appear on earth again, and some of them may be found long after, in dark alleys, woods, ponds...anywhere you can imagine into dark corners, their bodies swell, or, as the Bible says, float on the water.

Does anyone really want to find such a "person"?

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became.A black chick disappears, why does it make it into the papers?Her parents thought she was worth the soaring advertising money during the World Expo?Anyway, it made me feel a little nervous.I knew it would not be so easy to turn things around, but I think Officer Sam would probably not make things difficult for Butcher and me. After all, we are both purebred whites, and we may have Nordic blood at the top.Besides, is it possible for a self-reliant single father and a high school student with excellent grades to do something unforgivable?Look at how clean our house is.

I have to go to the car wash.

This idea popped up in my mind, and I suddenly remembered that a forensic friend of mine in Texas told me that he could tell how long the person in front of him had been dead by taking off his mask.

I don't know when the police will come to the door. I don't bother to change clothes. I grab a rag and a small bucket and go to the backyard. I open all the windows of my minivan and scrub the trunk.In the distance, I heard the ringing of a bell behind me, and the rapid breathing of a dog.When I turned my head, I could see the neighbor's golden retriever stupidly sticking its nose to the fence, sniffing and sniffing.

"Oh, lamb." I put down the rag and walked over. It barked at me twice and kept backing away.I knelt down and waved at it, it looked a bit confused, looked at me for a while, whined, and came over and licked my clothes, there was half-dried milk on it, and it gave off a smell that was not stinky but disgusting smell.I was startled, and hastily snatched the clothes from its mouth. This ill-fated shirt had been splashed with milk and licked by a dog. Endure it, just take off your clothes and hang them on your arms.

I rubbed my hands on my trousers, scratched its head, and said, "Look, you're so hungry. He hasn't woken up until this time?" The lamb drooped its ears aggrievedly, and kept poking its nose My palm feels wet.I don't know why, but it and I sneezed at the same time.When I laughed, it opened its mouth and tilted its head to look at me. I really don’t know how a dog can make such a smiling expression. It’s so cute. I might just steal it and raise it.Hunter will definitely kill me.

The sun was very strong, and I teased the lamb absent-mindedly. I felt as if I heard the doorbell, and it seemed like a hallucination.I'm not afraid to deal with the police, as long as no one with a bad mouth says something eye-catching...

"Come here!" someone yelled, clapping their hands.The lamb glanced back, and immediately galloped away like a child.I followed its line of sight and saw my neighbor Hunter standing there, as always with a provocative look.

I stood up slowly on my knees, trying to look calm, and shrugged nonchalantly: "Your dog is hungry."

"It's disgusting." He looked at my chest and sneered, "Pink tits."

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Officer Sam: A code name, not a specific person.The question is that American men are called Sam, just like the British are always William, and the French are always Lawrence...