The woman in the bar was just like the woman who got hit by a car; she wanted to run into any decent man she saw. To be honest, I almost lost my patience the night before last. That woman clearly couldn't hold her liquor, but she stubbornly refused to leave. I waited until late into the night, until almost everyone in the bar had left, before she finally staggered out.

The woman was completely drunk, probably disoriented, and was walking alone into the alley. Perhaps fate was on their side, as this provided me with the perfect spot for my crime. I didn't act rashly, but followed her for a short distance. She vomited twice. I observed the surroundings and decided it was time to strike. I took a pre-prepared clown mask from the plastic bag, put it on, and then handed her a tissue while she vomited.

Why did I wear a clown mask? To hide my identity, of course. I'm not a born killer, and I can't guarantee this murder will succeed. If this woman escapes, I certainly don't want her to remember what I look like. But perhaps there's another reason. I felt a quick death would be too easy for her, so I wanted to inflict some fear on her before she died. You really didn't see her expression when she took the tissue and thanked me. The best part was yet to come—the first thing she saw when she turned around. She was absolutely terrified.

For some reason, she took off her cumbersome high heels. And let me tell you, that woman was surprisingly fast running barefoot. Even I, in my conscious state, had to jog to keep up. Her terrified back was truly a sight to behold. I held a knife in my hand, its blade growing even colder in the flickering moonlight. She ran for her life, while I chased after her with ease. Slowly, I could sense that the woman was running out of strength. Her pace gradually slowed.

But a bad fact loomed before me. It was all my fault for playing too recklessly; I hadn't even noticed that just two more turns would lead to the main road. If I reached the main road, a chase would be virtually impossible. So, I quickened my pace, hoping I could still make it in time.

Hahaha! I couldn't contain my elation. That stupid woman, that stupid woman didn't turn left, but turned right into a dead end. I slowed my pace and saw a terrified figure silhouetted against the wall not far ahead. I approached her step by step. The moon, as if to play matchmaker, appeared again at this moment. The moonlight stretched my shadow long. My shadow overlapped with that woman's shadow. She had finally noticed me.

At first, the woman simply tried to wriggle her body, searching for a place to hide. Realizing it was all in vain, she finally mustered the courage to turn around. This time, she saw my clown mask clearly. I absolutely loved her terrified expression.

What happened next was truly both laughable and infuriating. This foolish woman actually thought my intention was to rob me and threw all the money in her wallet at me. I laughed, though I wonder if she could understand my mockery. What followed infuriated me. When money failed to sway me, this woman actually thought I was a pervert and even offered her body as a bargaining chip, begging me to let her go. Despicable people will always have such despicable thoughts. But it doesn't matter, because such people will soon disappear from this world completely.

The woman finally saw the knife in my hand. The moonlight fell on the blade, it was truly beautiful. How could I have suddenly become so merciful? I grabbed the woman's neck, and before she could even scream, the blade was already piercing her chest. My movements were still very swift. I was certain she didn't suffer much before dying. I released her neck, and the knife was pulled from her chest. At this moment, she seemed to still have a little consciousness. I saw her look down at the red bloodstains on her chest, then look at me. The despair and confusion in her eyes are still vivid in my memory. Finally, her body, as if losing its footing, slowly slumped against the wall and collapsed to the ground. Looking at the corpse on the ground, I felt a moment of loss. No, I had to convince myself that everything I had done was right. They deserved to die, everyone who had hurt Han Mo deserved to go to hell.

Okay, now my biggest concern is how to clear my name. Speaking of which, I have to admire Officer Wang's investigative skills again. This society is truly fortunate to have a policeman like you. That's my honest opinion. Like you said, I need to create an alibi. But how do I create this alibi? That's right, I used my secretary. The method, as you said, was to create a decoy. That day, I made an excuse to have my secretary keep me company while I worked overtime. Initially, I was indeed in the office. Moreover, Xu Wen, my secretary, knew she couldn't enter my consultation room without my permission. So, while she went to the restroom, I slipped out. I placed a pillow on my chair and covered it with a garment. This way, Xu Wen, seeing the shadowy figure at my desk outside the consultation room, would assume I had been in the consultation room all night. Thus, my alibi was perfect. However, I never expected that this case would be handled by you (Wang Shen).

Let me tell you how I left the scene after killing that woman. You guessed it perfectly. Because there are security cameras everywhere on the street outside the alley, and there were hardly any people on the street in the early morning, I couldn't leave immediately; otherwise, I'd be too conspicuous. So I hid in the alley until dawn. When the crowd gradually increased, I blended into the crowd and left. That way, even if I was caught on camera, it shouldn't matter. As long as I covered my face. As for the knife, I put it in my pocket and took it with me, later secretly throwing it into the river next to my house. But the mask was too cumbersome, so I had to throw it in the trash can at the alley entrance. However, I can guarantee you won't find any personal information about me on the mask.

However, despite all my careful planning, the one thing I overlooked was those banknotes. You told me that one of the banknotes even had my shoe print on it. That's right, I was indeed wearing a pair of high-end custom-made luxury shoes. You must also find it strange that I would wear such shoes when committing the crime. Well, Han Mo had these shoes custom-made for me. I needed a sense of ritual, so I decided to wear these shoes every time I dealt with someone who had harmed Han Mo. Little did I expect that these shoes would ultimately become my death warrant.