The afternoon sun gradually descended, casting an orange hue as its rays slanted across the garden.
A gentle breeze rustled through the flowers and grass, accompanied by a deep, slightly hoarse voice:
"Twenty years later, I arrived at the home of the victim's spouse, who was the husband of the dismembered wife. I discovered some clues that confirmed this house as the crime scene where the victim was dismembered."
A trembling voice interrupted, "Second Brother, aren't you afraid?"
The goose quivered and stammered, "Ga!" Yes, yes, very terrifying!
"I'm not afraid. The killer cannot overpower me."
"Wow, Second Brother, you're amazing!"
"Ann can be just as amazing as me! Where was I?"
"The crime scene…."