Dark King
Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world. Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established... The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart. The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors? "I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian
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Editor: GSD
Old Fulin handed him the military newspaper. Dudian skimmed through the paper as a large column caught his attention. The court had sent people to collect ropes of horses to collect the fingerprints from them. They were going to find out the evil murders soon.
Dudian glanced at the title: "Fingerprints on the rope?"
Old Fulin saw Dudian's expression: "You shouldn't be worried. After the rain, the fingerprints should be washed away. They can't find the key evidence. In a sense, they are trying to blackmail the murderer so that he or she could try to destroy the rope."
Dudian shook his head and laughed: "This trial is fascinating. The ropes were not leather, but linen so even if I acted as his driver... Perhaps you don't get it, but fingerprints can't be identified on the fabric with the technology they use to collect the fingerprints."