"Just separated by a semi-transparent shower curtain, A-Qiang felt like he was going crazy."

"He couldn't take it anymore, yelling as he rushed over, cursing as he ripped open the shower curtain and slashed with the kitchen knife, no matter what was behind it, he wanted it dead!"

"But the instant he flung open the shower curtain, all sound vanished."

"Behind the shower curtain was just an empty bathtub, and the bathtub was spotless, not even a water stain, as if it hadn't been used in a long time."

"How... how could this be?"

"A-Qiang sank into deep self-doubt. He turned around frantically to check the shower curtain, checked the bathroom floor, and found that the previous puddles and blood stains had all disappeared. Everything just now... felt like a dream."

"No, it's all just hallucinations from being too stressed!"

"A-Qiang dragged himself out of the bathroom. His head was pounding, as if thousands of needles were stabbing inside. He couldn't even be sure if he was normal now, or still hallucinating."

"He covered his head, staggering towards the bedroom, and stopped abruptly as he passed a large mirror diagonally opposite the bathroom."

"Through the reflection in the mirror, he saw a bloody handprint with a missing finger imprinted on his pants pocket, below the pocket."

"Trembling, he reached into his pocket and touched something cold and hard, with a bit of fuzzy texture."

"The next second, when he pulled it out and saw it clearly, A-Qiang screamed and collapsed to the ground."

"It was a wooden comb, tangled with messy hair, still dripping water."

"A-Qiang didn't dare stay in the house any longer. As soon as dawn broke, he rushed to his friend's house. Now he finally understood that this ghost would not spare him."

"Fueled by alcohol, he told his friend about the incident, but his friend's few words gave him direction."

"His friend guessed that this ghost had several opportunities to kill him, but let him go, indicating that she didn't necessarily want his life. After all, A-Qiang wasn't the murderer."

"She might just want A-Qiang to seek justice for her, to catch the real killer, the person who rode in his car that night."

"A-Qiang thought it made sense, so with his friend's encouragement, he called the police."

"He told the police everything about picking up the person in the rainy night and throwing the suitcase into the lake."

"The police also retrieved a suitcase from the bottom of the lake based on the clues he provided."

"When the news came, the strange things around A-Qiang disappeared as expected. A-Qiang, who had escaped death, burst into tears. He had never felt so happy just being alive."

"A few days later, news came from the police that the case had been solved, but they needed him to come in to help them refine the clues."

"But as soon as he walked into the police station lobby, he was pinned down by police officers lying in ambush, then handcuffed and taken into the interrogation room."

"The officer in the interrogation room showed several photos, photos of him and his ex-wife."

"The officer pointed to the ex-wife in the photo and said to A-Qiang, the autopsy report on the body in the suitcase is out, it's your ex-wife."

"Also, they found his ex-wife's red wallet and the gemstone ring she wore before her death in his house."

"A-Qiang bought this for his ex-wife when they got engaged, and her parents can testify to that."

"At the same time, they also found the shop where A-Qiang bought the suitcase."

"According to the shop owner's recollection, a man did come to buy a suitcase a while ago. It was dark, and he was about to close."

"The man was sneaky. He remembered clearly that after the man left, his wife even said that the man didn't look like a good person."

"After the police showed A-Qiang's photo, the shop owner insisted that A-Qiang was the one who came to buy the suitcase!"

"Moreover, a large number of A-Qiang's fingerprints were found in the suitcase containing his ex-wife's body."

"As for the motive, it's easy to guess. According to A-Qiang's mahjong friends, A-Qiang had a bad relationship with his ex-wife because he often played mahjong and drank alcohol, and they would argue at the drop of a hat."

"A-Qiang also asked his ex-wife for money because he lost money gambling, and he hit her when she refused to give it to him."

"At the dinner table, A-Qiang, fueled by alcohol, had even said that he would kill his ex-wife, but they didn't take it seriously at the time."

"A-Qiang was completely dumbfounded. He looked at the photos spread all over the table, each one was ironclad evidence against him."

"But he didn't know this woman at all!"

"That's not right, impossible!" A-Qiang roared at the officer who was watching him coldly, "This is all fake! Someone is trying to frame me!"

"I don't know her at all!"

"The first time I saw this suitcase was that night, it was a rainy night, and I picked up a man wearing a baseball cap."

"Just... just on that small road leading to Tongcun Village, the man I picked up was the murderer, he killed this woman!"

The officer slammed the table and shouted, "A-Qiang, are you still trying to quibble now?!"

Another officer then said, "You don't know, do you? Although the road to Tongcun Village is remote, surveillance cameras were installed there not long ago."

"It just so happened to capture you driving by."

"Look for yourself!"

"The officer took out several photos from his briefcase and threw them angrily in front of A-Qiang. There was a car driving by in the picture."

"The angle of the snapshot was perfect. The driver was wearing a baseball cap, as if intentionally trying to hide his face, and in the back seat of the vehicle, there was no one, but there was a very large suitcase."

"This is A-Qiang's car."

"Although the driver only showed half of his face in profile, it was undoubtedly A-Qiang based on his face shape."

"Staring at the photos, A-Qiang's eyes widened, his expression became strange and dull, and his mouth kept wriggling, making sounds that no one could understand."

"Why? Why is this happening?! It wasn't me, I didn't kill anyone, and the person who died wasn't my ex-wife. I've never seen her before. I never gave my ex-wife a ring, and I never bought a suitcase... No, really no, I didn't!"

A-Qiang broke down, sweeping all the photos on the table to the ground, and roaring at the interrogating officer, "I didn't kill anyone! Don't try to frame me, haha, I didn't kill anyone, my ex-wife is still alive, hahaha..."

"A-Qiang covered his face and cried, while roaring at the officer. His face was flushed red with anger, but the corners of his mouth were stretched open exaggeratedly, making a creepy laugh."

"The officers seemed to be startled by this sudden scene. They decided not to provoke A-Qiang any further, to let him calm down first, and then find a psychologist to come."