Fractured Hues of a Winter's Night Chapter 56

Walking out of the detention center, Theo Hammond looked at the setting sun, and an unprecedented feeling of fatigue swept over his body like a tide.

Theo Hammond ate two candies while sitting in the car, holding the cold lid of the tin box and looking at the pedestrians and the rushing traffic on the road outside the window.

These people have normal expressions and steady steps. They are only temporarily disrupted by passers-by asking for directions or people handing out flyers on the sidewalk. They quickly return to their normal lives. They are either rushing home from get off work, meeting up with friends, or just coming out of a shopping mall. In short, their lives are busy and fulfilling, and everyone walks under the sunshine.

To them, all kinds of horrific criminal cases are just a few words on TV and a few words in newspapers. The blood and killing seem to be incompatible with them and far from their lives, but in fact they are hidden in the corners that they have never paid attention to or deliberately ignored.

When they drag their tired bodies back home, take off their restrictive formal clothes, open the closet, and change into a set of convenient home clothes, they will reveal a skeleton hidden deep in the closet.