While people are still enjoying Christmas, something stronger has happened. There was a piece of news of love affairs which has been spreading from a residential district of the city earlier this morning: A duck was doesn’t die in the nest of himself but a wild hen, pheasant. What’s the matter?

Two police cars are stopped at front of a building of resident. And three policemen which including a police doctor (for he took a box with him) is coming into the gate of certain unit along with crowded people around them quietly. After a while the stunning news went away quickly: There was a whoremaster who died in the bed of a prostitute. Where’s the woman? Where did the man come from? Where are their families? Nobody knows at the moment.

One of the wild mandarin ducks is flying away and another are running on the road of the death now. God is busy on rowing the evil fruit that his devil people sowed. And he is going to hands out all to each of the closest relatives about them according to each one’s EQ exactly.