Ten years ago in Qinshan City in Sanlitun Village, it was late at night and pouring rain. Lightning and thunder ruled the skies. A small thin figure suddenly appeared in front of the door of a certain house. The person wore a black raincoat. They used the key to open the red door, crossed the small yard, and went straight into the house. They quickly opened the wooden door to the house with another set of keys.
Upon entering the house, the sound of the thunder and rain gradually lessened, emphasizing the figure’s nervous and quick breathing. Then they pulled out the dagger that they had prepared ahead of time and silently entered the bedroom.