The Discarded Truth

Boris was holding a black bag in his arms. No matter how much he tried to cover it, it was still easy to spot something unusual about it.

Compared to ordinary people, his expression was too nervous.

Fortunately, at four in the morning, there was no one in Crimson Leaf Park, not even the cleaners who swept the ground.

Crossing the lush cobblestone road, he looked up at the camera clipped to the tre