In the early hours of the next night, I dragged my suitcase and knocked on my father's door.

When my father saw Liu Ailing in the suitcase, his cloudy eyes trembled endlessly.

"Dad, this is the first person Mo Wenqing killed. Next, it's my turn."

My father wanted to speak, but I raised my hand to stop him: "Dad, listen to me. In a few days, I will die in Mo Wenqing's world by falling off a cliff in an 'accident.' I will explain the specifics to you later. Tomorrow, after I send you a message, you come to me with the body."

I removed the three-layer shelf from the refrigerator. My father looked up, and I raised my foot to push Liu Ailing into the fresh-keeping area.

Mo Wenqing, I am waiting for you.