Wait, wait, wait. First I have to tell you that there was no murder in my house(So sorry to disappoint you, go watch CSI). It was my cousin's blood that was found in my house. It was on Monday when I went for my Japanese lesson and My grandma went to China Town with my mum, leaving my grandpa and cousin at home. My grandpa was reading a book and my cousin, this silly boy, actually took a pen knife and tried to cut a staple(the bullets you put inside a stapler) into half. In the end, he nearly cut his finger into half and went to find grandpa with the bleeding hand. I think both of them had a big fright. Can't believe he's doing such silly things...
