
A Detective's Diary of a Crime
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My name is Chen Mo, police number 2571. Less than three months after wearing this navy blue suit, the first time I went out on my own as a police officer, I went into hell. The body sitting upright, the brutal strangulation marks on the neck, and the order in the suicide note that was so neat and cold: "Don't investigate. There is no murderer." Lie! Every detail of the scene screams: This is a carefully disguised murder! The nylon rope and provocative note in the secret compartment of the wardrobe are the murderer's naked mockery. The nightmare has just begun. Deep in the abandoned City God's Temple, there is a more terrifying truth hidden: the twisted knots are like sealed curses, each representing a silent killing ritual. The murderer not only kills people, he "marks" his prey and also enjoys the pleasure of playing with the police. The pinhole camera was hidden in my living room, recording all my fear and fatigue; the memory card was stuffed into the crack of the dormitory door, and the gloved hand weaving the "curse knot" under the firelight was a warning of death for me. When a new body is dug up in the wilderness, with the same knot mark discarded next to it; when the witness trembles and describes the blurry face... I know the knot has been tied. The next prey is me. But this time, the rules of the game between hunter and prey need to change.
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