Criminals
Corpse Worms
I was in a rush to get home that night, so I hailed a taxi.
The driver asked me, “What do you do for a living, young lady?”
“I’m a fortune teller,” I replied. “Scary accurate, too.”
The driver gave a short laugh. “Well then, can you tell mine?”
“Sure.” I turned my head and stared intently at his face.
He had the features of a truly wicked man.
Abnormal Family
I was being bullied.
My bullies even threatened to show up at my house.
I begged them not to go.
They had no idea that I was the only normal person in my family.
My father is a serial killer.
My mother is a yandere.
My brother has an antisocial personality disorder.
I am the only one who is a delicate, pitiful little flower.
Sunshine and Roses
The boy who loved me more than anyone else in the world was dead.
His name was Jiang Yan. He was a police officer, stabbed seven times by a rich second-generation heir while trying to save a girl from domestic abuse.
Afterward, the girl tearfully claimed that Jiang Yan had molested her, and that was why her boyfriend had stabbed him.
The killer even got off scot-free with a psychiatric evaluation declaring him mentally ill.
As I stared at their faces, I suddenly laughed.
A psychiatric evaluation, huh?
What a coincidence.
I had one too.
