A Murder

There were a caring father who has three daughters who he truly loves. But one day, he had to go away for a job interview, so he called his sister to take care of his three daughters. Before the father went, he each kissed all of their foreheads and went away.

It was dinner time and their aunt made them chicken soup. While they were eating, a sudden buff manly voice shouted. Everyone stopped eating and looked at the direction of the voice. They all saw a man with all black, with a gun in his hands. Pointing directly to one of their daughters. The aunt froze and the burglar told her to give him money. The aunt had a purse that owns to her. The father never left any money, so she had to lie since she didn't want to give away her own money.

"We don't have any!" She told him.

He pulled the trigger and a daughter fell. He pointed another gun at the other daughter and he asked again. The aunt still didn't say. So he shot the all of the daughters. When he was about to pull the last trigger, the police came and directly shot him at the back of his head.

The father came home with good news, but he had to receive a bad one. He asked, "W-What h-happened?" He was about to fall into his knees and cry beside his dead daughters.

"Someone murdered them." The aunt said without hesitation. But she still kept on looking at the three dead bodies who were painted with red.

Who was actually the one who killed them?

The aunt?

Or the burglar