Wang Bo tore off his mask with his right hand while pointing at me with his left hand.

He started laughing.

"Hahaha..." he laughed while saying, "Just tell me if you're scared or not."

On the left side of his face, near his chin, he had a pimple and nothing else.

No cosmetic surgery could have turned such a scar into this.

But actually, I had known for a long time that he couldn't possibly be Liu Shaobing.

As I said, I work in self-media, and I've been writing a series of documentary stories.

In ten articles, at least eight are about the same person.

The protagonist of the stories is, of course, Liu Shaobing.

So I'm very, very familiar with him.

I always tell others that besides the police in the special task force, there are few people more familiar with Liu Shaobing than I am.

Many people agree with me; some even believe that I am actually a fan of Liu Shaobing.

The kind of person who admires criminals.

Because unlike other self-media, the details in my stories about Liu Shaobing are too many.

Although it seems absurd, the first few articles were quite popular.

Also because of the absurdity, a bunch of people later came to scold me.

For example, I vividly described how Liu Shaobing would use various unimaginable ways to toy with his victims before killing them.

The abundance of details is comparable to that in a storybook.

Some fans defended me, commenting, "I can prove what he says is true, I was at the scene, I am the murder knife."

I also fought back against the skepticism, saying, "I am also a victim, my sister was killed by him."

Anyway, the readers wouldn't know that I am an only child, without a sister.

However, since Liu Shaobing, after killing the last person a year ago, had no news.

But he definitely wasn't caught; the police have not withdrawn the wanted notice, and no one has claimed the one million yuan reward.

But I was running out of new material to write.

So if I still wanted to make money from self-media, I had to come up with other tricks.

As two outgoing people, this little episode wouldn't embarrass us; it would just make our conversation even more lively.

So, I had Wang Bo read my articles about Liu Shaobing.

Wang Bo asked for my account, took out his phone and started reading, laughing while calling me an unscrupulous self-media person.

Fabricating stories for traffic.

I glanced at his phone and found that more than half of the icons on it were apps I had never seen before.

He even changed the 4G signal icon to look like poop.

After chatting for half a day, the train arrived at the station, and Wang Bo and I got off at the same station.

I've lived in this city for a year, and Wang Bo was here on a business trip.

After getting off the train, he needed to take a taxi to a nearby town to see a client.

We parted ways after leaving the station without exchanging contact information.

On the train, we chatted casually, but off the train, it's "will never see you again," no problem with that.

However, there are a few things I didn't tell Wang Bo.

I am very familiar with the human body and can see bones through the skin.

Their bone structure is exactly the same.

In fact, there are many people in this world who look very, very similar.

But under normal circumstances, few people, including themselves, realize this.

But if two similar people suddenly experience similar situations, thoughts, and actions, they start to resemble each other indistinguishably.

However, very few people know this.

The other thing is, I am very sure that Wang Bo is not Liu Shaobing, and it has little to do with whether he has that scar on his chin.

It's because of the eyes.

By chance, I saw Liu Shaobing's eyes in a non-public surveillance video.

In that video, to be precise, Liu Shaobing didn't kill anyone; he spent two hours toying with a person until they suffered a mental breakdown. Finally, that person jumped off the roof on their own.

After that person jumped, Liu Shaobing turned his head, and a camera that he didn't notice happened to capture his face.

He stared in that direction for three seconds without moving.

I had never seen such a mix of despair, madness, and indifference in anyone's eyes in my life.

And since then, I often dream of Liu Shaobing looking at me with those cold eyes.