C34 Disappeared Without a Trace

It was the early hours of the morning, and a light rain was falling, casting a gloomy veil over the sky. Tang Wan'er held a blood-stained cloth tightly in her hand, her expression icy and determined. The killer was meticulous, planning each step with precision. The words on the fabric were written in blood, still fresh and sticky, indicating the victim hadn't been dead for long